Chapter 148
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Mason
The air in her living room felt warm and alive the moment the door shut. Lydia’s perfume clung to every wall, and I greedily took it all in. It was a little sweet, like something you shouldn’t breathe in too deep but do
anyway.
Lydia’s hair slid over her shoulder as she set the bottle and glasses on the low table. She was standing just a step away, and for a heartbeat all I did was stare at the small movement of her shoulders. The faint streetlight leaked through the curtains, painting her cheek in pale silver. I watched her move, every small motion seemed intense.
She poured the wine and handed me a glass without meeting my eyes, then sat beside me on the couch. Close enough for her knee to almost brush mine, but not quite.
“Here.” Her voice was husky, maybe from the wine, maybe from something else. “Thanks,” I said, but my gaze had already shifted to her lips.
My throat felt dry as thoughts flooded my mind making the sound of the clock on the wall ticking even louder than it actually was, and that single sound pushed everything over the edge. She batted her lashes up, and her eyes found mine, it held that look I knew all too well by now. Lust.
I didn’t even taste the wine. I set my glass down on the table, and so did she. The tension was already a bit too much to bear, and I dared to be brave and leaned in. She didn’t move back.
When our mouths met, it wasn’t gentle. It was a hungry crash that stole air. Her lips were warm, and the tiny sound she made in her throat slid straight into my chest. Her hand gripped my shirt, bunching the fabric. I pulled her closer, one arm around her waist, feeling the curve of her body press against me.
She broke the kiss for half a breath, her forehead against mine. “Mason…” It was half a whisper, half a sigh.
I didn’t answer with words. I kissed her again, tasting her this time. My fingers slid up her back, under the fall of her hair, tracing her spine until she shivered.
She shifted, and suddenly she was straddling my lap, her knees on either side of me. The couch dipped beneath her weight, and the world narrowed to the scent of her skin and the sound of her breath.
Our kisses deepened. She tugged lightly at my hair, and the small sting yanked at the last thread of restraint 1 had. Her chest pressed against mine, and I let my hands explore the outline of her waist, the slope of her hips. She gasped softly when my palms slipped beneath the hem of her dress, feeling the warmth of her tender
skin.
She whispered my name again, this time broken like a plea she hadn’t meant to let slip.
I stood up, keeping her in my arms as I carried her the short distance down the hall. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my car.
I finally made it up to her room. I set her down on the edge of the dressing table, but didn’t let her go,
Our mouths found each other again, deeper, wetter. Her fingers slid down my back, clutching, urging. I kissed
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along her jaw, down the side of her neck, and felt the small tremor that ran through her.
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“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I breathed against her skin. She shook her head, hair brushing my cheek. “Don’t stop.”
The sound of those words burned through me.
I traced my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, then back up, learning her curves again like I had all the time in the world. She pressed closer, her body molding to mine. My thumbs brushed the edge of her bra through the fabric, and even that small touch made her breath hitch.
I kissed her collarbone, then lower, tasting her skin between the thin straps. She arched just a little, and I couldn’t help but let my palms wander higher, cupping her through the fabric, feeling the warmth of her breasts. She let out a pleasure torn gasp, arching even more.
Her hands found my chest, sliding under my open shirt, exploring, tracing the lines of muscle. I let out a groan against her neck, loving the feel of her hand on me.
She whispered something I couldn’t catch, maybe my name, maybe nothing at all. But I kissed her again, savoring the taste of every inch of her lips. My hands moved back to her waist, tracing the curve up to her ribs, then back down.
Her fingers hooked into my belt loop with so much desperation. I helped her get off her dress, and finally, I had her bare and needy for me.
I lifted her effortlessly off the dressing table, and she instinctively hooked her legs at my waist again, and then I moved us to the bed.
Laying her down on the mattress, I covered her mouth with mine once more kissing wildly, all the while digging my hands into her silky hair and tangling my fingers through it. We kissed for what felt like so long, but I couldn’t help it; her lips tasted so enticing. So delicious.
I trailed my hands down her body and then rested them right on her thighs. I held them tighter, giving her a little squeeze before letting my hands trail back up to the meeting of her thighs. I placed my fingers, trailing the entrance of her wet p*ssy, only to find that it was already dripping with her love juices.
“F*ck.” I cursed under my breath before wildly possessing her mouth once more. My lips trailed kisses downwards from her lips to her throat. My large palm moved to her head, and I gently grabbed a handful of her silky hair, pulling her head back to have greater access to her neck.
She moaned loudly, loving it whenever I did that. Suddenly I felt her reach out to me, her hand and brushed over the back of my neck, feeling my bare skin and muscles. Her touch sent a certain amount of a blazing inferno that almost consumed me, and I couldn’t help but groan at her touch.
Unable to bear it, I pulled away from her. Dragging her closer to the edge of the bed, I spread her legs open widely and feasted my eyes on her.
She dazedly propped herself up slightly, using her elbows to lift her upper body. I began stripping right before her eyes, letting my pants and underwear fall unceremoniously onto the floor, her mouth hung open but words did not come out. My gleaming eyes were locked on hers the whole time I was undressing myself.
I was holding her still, not letting her let go of my gaze even for a second. Once I was fully undressed, I
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noticed that look in Lydia’s eyes as she stared at my torso almost drooling. I couldn’t help but gulp, even though it wasn’t the first time I had seen that look in her eyes, it still seemed like everytime was even more and more heightened.
I took notice of how reddened her face had become, no, not just her face.. her entire body too. She had begun breathing heavily like it was getting harder and harder to breath, her legs began making movements to close up and rub against one another.
I was just about to tease her once more when she did something that completely threw me off balance and almost made me take her there and then, she bit hard on her lips. And gazed into my eyes with that feral hunger as her gaze trailed down to my abs, lust evident as she made her way all through my body with her
gaze.
“Fuck… don’t look at me like that.” I said with a grunt as I bent over and put my palms on the mattress, caging her between my arms.
I grabbed onto her breast and then squeezed hard on it. She let out a loud moan shivering from the heightened sensations i was making her feel.
Her hands moved freely to my chest, and she trailed all over me. I knew she had been wanting to do this this entire night from how she stared at me earlier, and now she had the chance to and wouldn’t waste it.
I caught her wrists and slowly placed it into my mouth. I brought it back out and then brought a finger close to my mouth and trailed my tongue all around her finger, drawing circles and alternatively seducing her. And then I clamped down on her finger and sucked on it, earning a loud gasp from her.
From the way she moved her thighs, I could tell her insides were aching and throbbing so badly, all for me.
I began eating on her breasts, making sure to give both of them extra attention as I drawled circles on her sensitive thighs and she became a moaning mess.
The most beautiful mess I’d ever seen.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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