Engulfed in his fiery passion, I watched him as he climbed on the bed over me, with a racing heart that quickly went from zero to a hundred. We came together in the darkness when all doors were locked and windows were sealed. The sultry spark in his eyes was unforgettable, mesmerising.
Each time we tangled between the sheets, and with each devouring look he gave me, a piece of my innocence was stripped away.
I lunged for him and succumbed to the rising fire that coursed through me, kissing him with the same consuming passion he did each time it was just us. Slowly but surely the little devil that lived inside me was making his presence known.
Returning my kiss, we tangled our hands in each other hair; as smothered moans filled the silence, grinding against each other in an attempt to tame our burning desire for each other.
Frantically, we tasted each other, and I dared to explore further than I usually did and slipped my hand into his trousers, making him pull away from the kiss way too fast. He flipped me on the bed in one swift move, pining me under him.
The beast in my hand had gotten my full attention, making him groan and close his eyes when I wrapped my fingers around it.
" Christ, Lily," He ground out against my lips, when I clumsily glided over his length, as he dove in to capture my lips again with the same passion. The feel of his hard silky cock in my hand was exhilarating. I chased the thrill. I was a slave to it and I loved it. My heart was shackled to him. I was at the mercy of the unforgiving one.
I stopped when he placed his hand over mine and pulled away from the kiss. I swallowed the knot lodged in my throat, worried that I had done something wrong. My gaze met his, and I caught a glimpse of something I had never seen before. Hidden in the vast iciness there was a spark of something unknown to me.
He buried his chin in his chest before I had a chance to see more and groaned as he pulled my hand out of his trousers and pinned it above my head. Nuzzling my t-shirt to push it up, I felt his teeth graze my belly, gently nipping. I bowed under him, at the feel of his lips on my skin, moaning. I tugged to free my hand, when he nuzzled my t-shirt further up and took my nipple into his mouth. He didn't relent, and moved to my other breast, biting, sucking and licking, unsatiable. Squirming, crying out my pleasure, I let myself drift further into the lover's paradise. I wanted to touch him, to feel his skin on mine. I wanted him. I was governed by a sinful overwhelming desire to be debauched.
The tug on my trousers, brought me, somewhat back to my senses. His lips, oh his wonderful sinful mouth kissed and licked every inch of my skin. I moaned at the feel of his tongue on my folds. It was slow and divinely good. Once again I basked in his passion and lustful licks of his tongue.
I was drunk on pleasure, on him.
When he pulled away, I felt a tinge of disappointment. I wanted more. We locked eyes as he hitched up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, letting his forehead rest on mine. He bit on his lip, as he traced my curves with his hand, impishly smiling.
" Roll over," He crooned against my lips, and I felt compelled to obey and rolled over on my belly, burying my face in the sheets.
Kneading my behind with his hands, I felt his chest press against my back, as he sank his teeth into my shoulder blade. I hissed and moaned at the love bite, and bowed against the bed. The sensual magnetism between us was powerful, erotic, sinful, and forbidden.
I gasped when I felt his fingers rub my folds, and moaned when he slipped them inside, moving them in a come hither motion in one spot. Fisting the sheets, I braced myself for the maddening pleasure I was about the experience.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest and stopped. I turned my head to look at him, and I was greeted with a cockeyed smile. I was displeased from being denied the pleasure, I very so much craved.
" Cross your legs," Was the following order as he tugged on my hands and joined the behind my back. My breath hitched, when I felt smooth fabric brush against my skin, and wrap around my wrists. I buried my head back in the sheets.
" Legs, Lily" He whispered in a firmer tone, and once again, I couldn't fight the urge to comply.
" Good girl, " The devilish whisper was more powerful than I thought. His hand wrapped at the back of my head, fisting my hair and turned my head to face him. I was scared and excited at the same time. That had never happened before.
" Don't come until I tell you to," He sinfully whispered against my lips, as his lips stretched in a devilish grin. It was a command and I quickly realised that I was in over my head. Mason was my heaven and my hell.
" Mason, please," I pleaded, and I didn't get a chance to finish my thoughts, as he pressed his lips to mine, in a demanding and evocative kiss and I was instantly subdued.
When he pulled away, I buried my face in the sheets and felt him pull up and tug on the bind around my wrists. The sound of rustling, and the bed dipping made my heart race a thousand times faster. And by the time, I felt the bed dip again, I was already out of breath. In itself, the rush of the moment was enough to make my head spin.
I felt his hands around my waist as he lifted my hips, just enough to be slightly raised off the bed. The adrenaline rush was intense, my heart pounded in my chest, excited, afraid, thrilled.
Once again he tugged on the bind and felt his cock brush against my folds and him humming in approval as he caressed my behind and slapped me hard. I whimpered at the sting of pain, and bit on my lip to stifle a groan when he slowly slid inside me, cursing all saints.
The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. I gasped when he pulled back, and felt each protruding vein stroke my walls, and the surge got even more intense, breathtaking. Rolling his hips at a steady pace, our cries quickly grew; the feel of him inside me was enough to make me crawl up the walls with ecstasy. I sought release just as the dying man sought water. No matter how much, I wanted to; Mason was in control.
The pace changed from steady to rough, until it bordered, savage and I bit on the sheets hard to keep myself grounded. It was amazingly good, and I basked in his passion, praying that it was only for me and only me.
" Come for me, beautiful," He panted, groaning and I did on command, like never before, accompanied with a loud drawn out mewl.
I slipped into a lovers' paradise where nothing else mattered, floating in endless bliss and fell flat on the bed with him on top of me.
We lay on the bed motionless, our combined ragged breathing was the only sound in the silence of the night.
I turned my head, when he kissed my shoulder, still very much dazed and blissfully happy. I was still pretty much out of it, and I didn't want it to end.
The tug on my wrists broke through the daze as the soft fabric loosened and he rolled onto the bed next to me. Stiffly, I rolled over onto my back, still reeling. Despite the deviant nature of the how, I enjoyed that immensely.
I turned my head to him when he placed his hand on my neck and I was greeted with the most charming smile he had to offer.
" You did good, Lily," He praised as he shuffled closer and pressed his lips to mine. I felt the urge to thank him for some reason but I returned the kiss and left it at that. I was madly in love with him, and all that he had to offer.
" It was amazing," I dazedly whispered against his lips " Albeit a bit terrifying at first," I admitted, as I pulled away from the kiss, smiling.
He inwardly chuckled " I know," He boastfuly crooned and kissed my forehead, making me realise that I was covered in sweat. At that moment I didn't care about anything or anyone else. It was just us and that was more than enough.
He hummed as he pulled away and glanced at his wristwatch " We should get some sleep," I wasn't ready. I wished that we shared more, but then again, I was getting ahead of myself. What we had wasn't exactly moral or ethical. I was still under his tutelage. I was still his ward by all means. My intrusive thoughts were coming back, more vengeful than ever, ending my ignorant bliss.
I hummed and rolled over when he tugged on the covers and snuggled into his arms, fully aware that he would be gone before the clock strikes eleven. Just like freaking Cinderella. That made me smile.
I let out a shaky sigh and basked in his warmth. No matter how much I wished for many things, the fact that I had no ground to stand on, remained an unmovable part of my reality.
In an effort to put my unsettled mind to sleep, I tilted my head back to have one last look at him. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady. I didn't know whether he was pretending or not but I hoped that he didn't. Like every night, I wished we would wake up next to each other. Hope, I had hope. I desperately clung to it.
Closing my eyes, I made one last attempt to chase away all dreary thoughts out of my head and get some rest.