Free Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance by Claire Adams Page B

each
side of my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close for a
kiss.
    The instant I feel him
against my opening, I can feel my body give a quiver and then he’s inside me.
    He’s moving slowly at
first, though with as dripping wet as I am, he probably doesn’t have to, and
I’m trying to remember any time I’ve been this aroused. I’m not successful.
    My legs are open, but
relaxed, and Mason slowly works himself all the way in before hooking my knees
with his arms and guiding them up and out until my knees are almost at my
shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper than before.
    Our eyes are open and
fixed on each other, his weight adding powerful presence to the sensuality in
every slippery motion.
    He goes to stand, and at
first, I let my arms slack a little to let him move, but he just smiles and
puts them back around his neck, saying, “Hold on.”
    With that, he goes to
stand again, this time pulling me upright. He lifts me, one arm under each
knee, hands clasped behind my back, until he’s fully upright and I’m suspended
in his arms.
    He’s so powerful, but his
kisses are tender, sweet.
    My arms hang almost
limply around his neck and he’s entering me so deep now, and my legs begin to
twitch; infrequently at first and then in a constant, jagged rhythm as I give
my body over to him completely.
    My sensitive nub is in
near-constant contact with Mason’s warm skin and I let my head fall back, just
drinking it all in.
    He turns and sits on the
bed, letting his arms lax so I can move my legs and ride him.
    My hands are on his
sternum, and I’m rocking my hips greedily, bringing back the initial rise.
    I pitch forward, my hair
falling around my face, and I look down at Mason, whose gentle hands cup my
heaving breasts.
    I come down on him hard
and swivel my hips, feeling his erection greet every part of the inside of me.
    My eyes move over Mason’s
firm, cut upper body, the fading impression of scars that will never quite
form, and I rise slowly up his shaft and work ever closer to that blind
explosion calling to me from the horizon.
    “You’re beautiful,” he
says, running his fingers through my hair, and I smile a little at the innocent
tone of his voice.
    I don’t respond with
words, but my body reacts, gleaning that last torn piece of stimulation that
sets me over the edge.
    My body is pressed
against Mason’s warm front now, and his arms are around me as we meet and part,
faster and faster, until the surface tension breaks and I can no longer catch
my breath.
    Every heartbeat is hot,
charged passion, and I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I kiss
Mason deeply.
    He gives a pleasured moan
and kisses me back, holding me close as I work to catch my breath, and I can
tell that he’s almost there.
    He’s pulling me tighter
against his body now, and I’m kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck.
    His mouth opens with a
sharp inhale, and I’m putting every last bit of energy I’ve got into bringing
him the rest of the way, the way he did for me.
    Mason’s hands tense and I
can feel him inside me and against me, his muscles contracting as he comes.
    We lie here without word
or motion for a minute until I slowly come off of him, lying down next to him
and he puts his arms around me, holding me close. We fall asleep in each
other’s arms.

 
    Chapter
Seven
    Confidence
    Mason

 
 
    I wake to the sound of
the neighbor’s leaf blower at about eight o’clock.
    It’s been a few days
since Ash and I took our relationship physical, and it’s been hard to keep my
hands off of her since. Waking up without her next to me already feels like the
kind of thing I want to avoid.
    She went home last night,
though.
    Apparently, Starbright
was cleansing the house of evil spirits and accidentally set the carpet on
fire. I asked Ash if she wanted me to go with her, but she felt she was better
off with fewer witnesses.
    I’m almost certain she
was joking.
    I get out of bed and
throw on some