I cry out in pleasure.
He groans in pure male satisfaction.
He fills me, stretches me. And it’s heaven.
I throw my hips back.
He smacks me. “Stay still.”
Damn him! I punch the sofa but do what he orders.
Only when my muscles finally ease around his thick erection does he begin to move.
Happy tears cloud my vision for one moment before they evaporate. He always thinks of my comfort first. I come first with him.
I understand that now, in a way I didn’t before. I trust it. I trust him.
He pulls out and slams back in. All thought disappears as I focus on his cock filling me with hard, fast strokes.
Pleasure tightens deep in my belly. He grips my hips with enough force to leave marks.
The orgasm swells.
Tightens.
He pounds into me.
I moan.
He thrusts high.
My hips push against the arm of the sofa. The fabric rubs against my clit, pushing me over the edge.
The cry rips from my throat as my vision blurs. The room darkens as a fierce climax shakes me from head to toe.
Seconds later he follows, growling my name and pounding furiously inside me, setting off another wave of contractions before we collapse in a heap.
His big body covers me, and I sink into all that heat. I’m safe in Mason’s arms, exactly where I want to be.
I sigh with contentment. “I love you.”
He kisses my neck, setting off a shiver. “I love you too, Anna.”
Happy to drift in a post-orgasmic high, despite my awkward position, I don’t even think to move.
He brushes his lips against my neck one more time before pulling away.
I crawl over the arm of the sofa and flop onto the couch, lids still closed.
He chuckles and moves away, returning less than a minute later to sit on the edge of the couch.
He strokes my back. “I’m proud of you.”
“For what?” My voice is a mumble.
“For taking the time you needed. That takes strength and courage, and as much as I hated being away from you, you did the right thing.”
I’m glowing I’m so happy. “Thank you.”