Sweet Release

LAUREN

Mason’s eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, the world around us melted away. There was nothing but the intensity of his gaze and the way my heart fluttered in response.

His hands rested on my waist, and I could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of my robe. Slowly, he pulled me closer, his breath mixing with mine as our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss.

The kiss deepened, and I felt myself surrender to the flood of emotions coursing through me. His hands moved with purpose, one sliding up my back while the other gripped my waist, pulling me tighter against him.

My own hands roamed across his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat syncing with mine.

Mason’s lips left mine for a moment, only to trace a path down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I gasped, my hands fisting into his shirt, needing to be closer, needing more. Every touch, every kiss was like a spark, igniting something inside of me that I couldn’t resist.

“Mason,” I whispered, breathless as his lips found mine again.

The urgency in his movements mirrored my own. I could feel the tension building between us, the unspoken need that always simmered beneath the surface now threatening to consume us both.

He lifted me up with ease and carried me to our bedroom. As he laid me down on our bed, his weight pressed against me, grounding me, yet at the same time, making me feel like I was floating.

Every kiss, every touch, was more desperate than the last, and soon, we were both lost in the moment, breathless and hungry for each other.

Mason’s hands went to the hastily tied bow that held my robe closed. He pulled back to look at me as he slowly pulled it undone. A smirk played across his face as the silk fabric slowly fell away from my body.

He eyed me hungrily, taking in every inch of me. He leaned close to my face, so close I could feel his breath dancing on my skin. He captured my lips in a kiss, deepening it when he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned as he skimmed his hands over my breasts, gently caressing my nipples as he trailed his fingers down my stomach.

When his fingers reached my center, I was already unbelievably wet. His light touches skimmed my most delicate area as he continued to kiss me. He deftly moved his thumb to rub over my clit as he used two fingers to glide back and forth across my folds.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” he murmured into my ear.

Every delicious movement he made brought a new wave of pleasure. He knew exactly what to do to keep the pressure building, but never releasing.

I slowly began to rock my hips back and forth, in time with his motion. My breath caught in my throat and I let out a moan.

“More,” I begged. “Please, give me more.”

“I’ll give you more when I think you deserve it, Lauren.”

Mason continued to work me with his hand and he pulled me roughly forward by the back of my neck, bringing my face inches away from his.

There was a hunger in his eyes as he watched me. He drank in the moment, reveling in the way he made me moan.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me,” he ordered. I happily complied, making sure to look directly into his silvery eyes as he took over complete control.

I gave myself to him, showing with my eyes just how much I trusted him. Just how much I trusted him.

Mason continued to slowly circle my clit with his thumb, never releasing the pressure he had on me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of it, Mason slid his fingers inside of me and started to move them back and forth. I let out a moan as I gripped the hair at the back of his head, never once breaking eye contact.

“Good girl,” he said.

I arched my back into his movements, savoring every time his fingers came in and out of me. I never wanted it to end.

“You’re so greedy today,” Mason said.

I could only whimper in response. I couldn’t think straight, the only thing on my mind was getting more. More of what I wanted. More Mason.

He grinned as he continued to watch my desperate movements. I reached my hand down to his crotch and I could feel how hard he was. The thought alone made me whine in pleasure again.

I needed him. I needed all of him.

“Please,” I barely mustered, completely out of breath and on the cusp of my own gratification.

“Not just yet, Lauren,” he said. Then he leaned in, his voice barely audible as his hot breath fanned across my earlobe and neck. “I want to make you beg for it.”

I let my head roll back at his words. He was enjoying torturing me, making me wait even longer for my release. I couldn’t help, but smile. This was the exact reason I loved him so much.

The next second, I felt the warmth of his hands leave my body. I pouted in disappointment which only made him chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered. “Not even close.”

I could see his fingers were still slick with my juices and it made me even more aroused knowing that he was the only man who could ever make me this wet, this excited.

“Be a good girl,” he said. “And clean up after yourself.”

At first, I had no idea what he meant, but then he raised his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth as he slid his fingers onto my tongue, he let out a groan as I slowly sucked on them, tasting myself as I traced my tongue along them.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered. “Just like that baby.”

He slowly drew his fingers out and smiled at me, his eyes still full of passion, but also something softer and more pure. Something like love.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he said as he traced kisses down my neck and along my breasts. “You deserve a little treat.”

He flicked his tongue against my right nipple, swirling it around as he gripped my other breast in his hand. He moved achingly slowly, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach as he moved down my body.

I watched in awe as he placed his head between my legs. I felt his breath on my inner thigh, the heat sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, I arched myself towards him, begging him without saying a word. I wanted to feel his touch on me again, to feel his tongue on me.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Mason finally gave me what I wanted.

I let out a sigh of relief as he dragged his tongue from the middle of my core all the way up to my clit. Then, he captured my throbbing bud in his mouth, suckling on it before circling his tongue around it slowly and with deliberation.

The feeling was so intense that my body and mind completely lost function for a second, but the wave of pure ecstasy that washed over me was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Mason sensed my growing desperation. He quickened his pace and locked my fingers between his.

He placed his other hand on top of my stomach, pressing down to make sure I couldn’t squirm away from his tongue.

The pressure continued to build until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had no control over myself anymore and I gave myself over completely to Mason. I felt the crest of pleasure and finally Mason released me from the exquisite torture of his tongue.

I felt the overwhelming sensation of release, like a wave crashing along a shore. It felt strong and so freeing at the same time. The tension that coiled in me finally broke free with blissful intensity.

Mason watched me carefully as the pleasure rippled through me, leaving me breathless and gasping for air, gasping for more.

“I think you finally deserve more,” he said gruffly as he reached to pull down his zipper and finally free himself.

I stared in awe as I took in the length of him. My body trembled in anticipation.

He took his cock in his hands and guided it towards my entrance. He teased me by dragging the tip of his length up and down across my core.

“It’s my turn now,” he said as he thrust himself inside me.

I let out a moan as I felt him fill me up and start to move in me with deliberate force. I could feel myself tightening against him, taking him in and craving more.

Mason unspooled in front of me. I watched as he gave himself fully to me, enraptured by the pleasure that danced across his face as he came closer and closer to his own release.

Just watching him made me more aroused.

He was my everything and I could see that he’d never had an experience this intense before. He grabbed my neck with one hand as he lifted my thigh to get better access. He stared into my eyes as he continued to thrust into me.

I pulled him close into a desperate kiss, our tongues tangling with one another. I wanted to feel every part of him that I could and I wanted to give every bit of myself to him.

He pulled his head back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. I saw the desire, the love swirling in them. With just a look he told me everything I needed to know.

He looked so beautiful when he finally reached his peak and crested into a shaking release of his own. I felt myself give into another wave a pleasure as we both crashed back down to reality together.

Holding him in my arms, all I could think about was how lucky I was to be able to do this with Mason for the rest of my life.