My first thought is yes please, but I quickly regain my sanity. “Can we go inside? Please.” I murmur. “I can ask nicely.” I breathe into his ear. His body jolts; a heavy pant leaves his lips. His shorts are still dripping wet, my cloths and roving hands have absorbed most of the water above his waist. He takes long strides still holding me; we’re back at the house in seconds. Masen takes us to his bathroom and sets me on the vanity. I watch as he turns on the shower and strips out of his wet shorts. His nudity not bothering him in the least.
He turns to me and pulls me to the ground and lifts my arms removing the shirt he let me wear. He pulls my shorts down my hips that I never buttoned back up. Masen turns my shoulders so I’m facing the mirror with him behind me. He’s large hand runs over the top of my breast then between. It’s not lost on me that his fingers followed the same path as mine did earlier. Without looking down he unclasps my bra. The material falls down my arms, and he removes it. He watches from behind as my nipples tighten; he cups both of my breast, lifting slightly. His chest rumbles in approval.
Masen makes me feel beautiful. I thought I would be nervous, but I like the way his breathing stops for moments then picks up faster when he looks at me. Watching him through the mirror, I put my thumbs under the waist of my black, lace, cheeky panties. He looks down watching my behind as I tug them down. When I bend to push them past my thighs, my bare bottom hits the top of his thigh. He hisses, squeezing my breasts a little harder. I whimper, and he releases his hold, massaging gently.
He takes my hand and leads me to the shower. As we step in, I twist my hair into a bun tucking the ends in to hold it up. Masen takes his time washing me; his gaze follows his hands as he slowly worships my body. When he’s done, he starts washing himself quickly. I take the cloth and give his body the same slow caresses he gave mine. I guide him to sit on the built in bench. His knees are turned towards the water, and I step around his back to wash his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingers. Masen’s wide shoulders fall; I hear a single grunt as he relaxes into my touch. Removing the shower head, I rinse his hair and the left over soap from his body. He stands, hangs the shower head back up, and turns the water off. Grabbing a towel, he wraps me up. He’s still dripping wet when he uses a second towel to dry my arms. Bending, he gently pats my legs. Finally satisfied, he uses the second towel to rub his hair dry, then quickly dries his body.
Neither of us have spoken since we were outside. It’s a comfortable silence, but the sexual tension is building.
Masen leaves the bathroom while I brush my teeth. I’m putting lotion on my legs when he returns wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He watches my hands as I rub the lotion into my skin. I can feel the lust from earlier rekindling. When I’ve finished, he plucks the towel and tosses it on a hook, leaving me naked. Ushering me out the door, he leads me to the bed. He’s at my back. The silence is finally broken when he says, “In you get, Little One.” I climb under the covers, and he goes to turn out the lights.
My eyes are adjusting to the dimness when he gets in bed next me. We’re both on our sides facing each other when he pulls me close. His arm snakes out curling over my waist and his big palm goes right to my butt, jerking me as close as I can get. I feel his erection along my belly through his boxers. I want them off; I want to feel his skin rubbing against mine. Masen claims my lips in a searing kiss swallowing every sound I make like it fuels his desire. His hands start down body stopping at my breasts; his fingers rub and pinch my nipples. His lips leave my mouth and kiss across my jaw. He takes the bottom of my ear into his mouth and bites at the same time he delivers a hard pinch to my nipple. My hips roll forward on instinct as I cry out. Masen rolls me onto my back; he kneels between my thighs. His bare chest rubs against mine when he leans in to kiss me. My legs open further letting his hips fall to mine.
Moving down, his mouth continues teasing both my breasts. My back arches. My hands travel his shoulders and his back. My short nails digging in occasionally when his hips push in to mine. His mouth finds mine, again kissing. Little bites on my lips excite me even more. When my hand meets the material of his boxers, I try pushing them off, but I just can reach because he’s too tall. I lift my leg up to use my toes to push them down. The new angle makes us both groan. “Off,” comes my breathless command.
His answering chuckle warms my belly. Masen pushes forward in a slow rocking motion with his hips. “Tell me what you need baby?” He speaks in my ear. His hot breath hits my neck, and I shiver on contact.
“You, Masen. I need you, please.” The please comes out as a beg that he must approve of because his shorts are gone in an instant. When I feel his cock on my bare skin, I whine in frustration. I need more.
Pulling back and sitting on his heels, he takes his cock in his hand sliding all the way down and back up squeezing a bit at the tip. “You sure you’re ready, Little One?” He asks.
I know this will hurt, by the size of him it’ll hurt a lot, but I’m so ready. I don’t even care. I nod my head and bite my bottom lip. “Yes,” I utter.
Leaning back down, he’s still holding himself as he pushes the head near my opening. “So wet for me baby,” he mutters as he drags his tip up to my clit, slowly stroking up and down over my most sensitive area. The head is so wide and firm but velvety soft. I only last about two minutes before I’m twisting the bed sheets crying out through my climax. Masen enters me while I’m still orgasming. There’s a burning pressure that steals my breath. He whispers sweet words while slowly pushing into me. Telling me how beautiful I am, that I was made for him, how good I feel around him. The burn intensifies as he pushes deeper. I bury my face into his neck, and he sinks all the way into me. A few tears escape that he kisses away. Masen’s body stills, only his hands and mouth working. He kisses me deeply. His fingers rub through my hair, then down my body, brushing across my still sensitive nipples. My body starts to heat again remembering how he made me feel minutes ago. The pain no longer sharp; I’m able to relax. The tension in my muscles melts, easing the burn and leaving me feeling something I can only describe as full.
Masen continues playing with my breast with one hand but moves his other to where we are joined. His fingers stroking me, my hips lift towards him. He groans loudly, and I love the sound. The hand at my breast moves to the outside of my shoulder holding him up. He pulls back slowly and re-enters on a hiss. His filthy mouth starts again as he begins making love to me.
“So tight, so wet for me. Love that only I will ever fuck you. You love taking my cock baby? You need more?” He thrusts all the way into me much deeper than before. Every word he whispers fuels the need starting to build in my belly. “Never felt anything like you around me, Baby.” He swears. His face is dotted with sweat; his ultra light eyes seeming black in the darkness look right into mine. His massive shoulders fill my vision; he lifts higher his chest barely brushing my nipples, but it changes the angle. I can feel him so deep it hurts and feels good.
“Oh Masen,” my back and neck arch, “Ah don’t stop, please.” When I say please, he does something with his fingers that’s makes me scream as I convulse around him. I can feel my muscles squeezing him. The things he promise to do to me while I climax should sound scary. He tells me all the ways he’ll make love to me. How he can’t wait to lick me again. I love Masen’s filthy mouth, so I tell him how much I like it. His pace speeds up. He goes a little deeper with each thrust. My name falls from his lips as he empties himself into me.
My body feels like jello, my legs shake, and I shiver a bit as he slowly pulls out. That is the strangest feeling. He rolls on his back and pulls me on his still heaving chest.
Masen’s hands caress every inch of my body they can reach while our heartbeats slow. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me knowing I’m the only man that will ever touch you, taste you. I’m the only one that gets to hear every sound you make when I’m touching you, feel the way your body responds to mine when I’m inside you,” he nuzzles my hair, “I have ne
ver experienced anything close to what it feels like to make love to you, Baby. Thank you for being mine and only mine.”
I’m a little emotional right now. My heart soars with every word he says, but I still cry a few tears. I swat his chest. “That was the sweetest thing ever,” my voice cracks, “I’m so happy I found you, Masen. I didn’t even realize how sad I was before. Even arguing with you is better than always being alone,” I say honestly. “That doesn’t mean you can keep getting yourself in trouble, but for the first time, I’m truly excited for the future. So, thank you, Big Guy, for being you.”
Masen hauls me up so my face is even with his and kisses me gently, reverently. When he pulls away, I open my eyes to find a sweet smile plastered on his face. “I need to clean you up, Little One,” he says then gives me a big squeeze before going in the bathroom.
When he returns, he has a warm wash cloth. He uncovers me and starts cleaning between my legs. As he gets higher, I close my thighs around his hand. “Masen,” I admonish, “what are you doing?” My face is lit like a fire engine. After what we just shared, I’m still embarrassed.
His hand stills and his eyes meet mine. “I like you smelling like me, Baby, but this time, I need to clean you up a bit, yeah.”
Oh goodness, now I understand. I’m still embarrassed. “I can do that. Please.”
“Uh-uh...MINE,” he says his voice is low and deep, telling me he’s very serious about his task. “Open.” I look away for a moment and do what he asks. As his gentle fingers clean me, I look back and watch him he’s fully engrossed, watching the cloth on my body. The way he’s sitting I can see him grow hard again. He bites his bottom lip then slowly licks his top. Bringing his hand without the towel up to his mouth, he licks the underside of his thumb then circles it around my clit. Holy hell watching his reaction to me is so arousing. It’s like he can’t help himself. He throws the soiled cloth on the floor.
“It’s never gonna be enough,” he says. I think he’s talking to himself more than me. “Gotta wait, my baby’s sore.” Now, I know he talking to himself. Does he even realize he’s talking out loud? He grunts when my hips roll forward. He looks up at me; his eyes hooded, need clear on his face.
“It’s okay, Masen, I’m okay. I want you to love me.”
His eyes close, and he shakes his head no. “I’m sorry, Little One. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough, but you need to rest and relax. I’ll run you a bath in a bit.” His hands still and fall away as he talks. He lays down on his back and cuddles me close inhaling my hair.
I feel the loss of his hands immediately as I cling to him. Truthfully, I am a little sore, but we heal fast. I’m not in any pain. I take matters into my own hands, literally. His breathing falters when I wrap my hand around him, squeezing gently. “What if I still need you, Masen?”
His chest rumbles, almost like a purr as I work my hand up and down. “Yeah?” He questions. His response to me touching him excites me. I rubs my legs together and squeeze. I’m still so sensitive it sends a wave of pleasure through me, and I moan in response. Squeezing him a little more, he sucks in breath through his teeth.
I crawl over him, straddling his thighs while I lower to my knees. I can feel his long cock all along my slit. My head falls back, and I rock against him. Masen grabs my hips squeezing so hard I might bruise before releasing to a more gentle hold. “Careful, Little One, I don’t want to hurt you,” he grates.
Not paying attention to his warning at all, I lift up and grab his cock trying to fit him inside me. I can’t. He’s too long; there’s not enough space between us. I huff in frustration. His hands still clenched at my hips. With my hand still around him, I lean forward pressing his cock up between our bodies. I whisper in his ear, “lift me up, Masen. I need to feel you filling me.”
His neck arches back, and my tongue follows the line feeling his short soft stubble on my lips as I lick and kiss his jaw. His head shakes, but his hands lift me up, giving me what I asked for. I line the tip of his cock up to my opening and slowly sink down. He goes much deeper this was, but I can control that being in this position. He groans, “so tight, ah God, so tight.” He hisses as I sink down as far as I can go then raise up. His hands move up to my nipples, and I relax onto him even more.
Moving slowly, I clench around him, squeezing my muscles when I rise. His hips lift, rocking deeper. He reaches down in between our bodies and pinches my clit. He sits forward, bringing our chests together, and his hand cups my butt, pulling me against him harder. With him controlling my movements now, I just grind onto him. My clit hits the base of him with every thrust up he makes. “So close, Masen. You feel so good,” I pant. He speeds up and thrusts harder as I start to come. My head falls to his shoulder, and I bite him through a scream Marking him as mine while he makes love to me.
Masen throws his head back and roars as my fangs pierce his shoulder. He pushes forward rolling me onto my back. He slams into me hard and fast; my teeth still locked on his shoulder. I climax again when he bites my shoulder Marking me while he spills into me. I pull away from his shoulder and scream as he sinks his teeth and cock into me. “Oh God, oh Masen,” I moan.
“MINE!” He growls as he licks my shoulder stopping what little blood would have escaped.
If I thought I was jello before, now, I’m water, completely liquid. As he rolls to his back bringing me with him, I sigh and close my eyes. I’m spent, falling asleep before Masen’s breathing slows. Just when I’m about out, I hear, “I love you, Sophia. I know it’s soon, but I can’t imagine living without you. I love you,” he whispers sincerely.
“Masen, I’ve loved you for five years,” I mumble then fall asleep immediately.
I wake before Masen. The sun starting to rise lights the dim room, displaying his ruggedly handsome face. I stretch and feel muscles I didn’t know I had complain of overuse. I smile when I remember just how those muscles got sore. My finger traces his dark eyebrow before running along his soft lips. Not wanting to him wake, I slide off his chest and head to the bathroom.
I’m at little tender between my legs when I wipe so I decide the bath Masen mentioned last night sounds good. I run the water as hot as I can stand and sink in before the massive tub is even half full. Knowing I’ll shower and wash my hair when I get out, I just soak, floating my toes and arms to the top above the water and relax. When my fingers prune, I get out drain the water brush out my long hair that’s tangled into knots. Before I turn on the shower, Masen is behind me looking down at me.
“Mornin’, Baby. You already had a bath?” His voice deep and and thick from sleep.
“Yes, I’m just about to shower,” I answer looking over my shoulder.
He walks around me, coming to my front, and folds me in his arms. “You’re so warm. Your skin’s all pink and damp. I think you need to get a little dirty before that shower?” He cups my butt, rubbing me against him.
I squint my eyes close even though he can’t see my face. “I’m a little tender; you know. So, maybe later,” I eke out embarrassed.
“You’re so cute. Last night, you were demanding to ride my cock, and this morning, you’re embarrassed to talk about being sore.” His low chuckle heats my belly. I love that sound.
“Shut up, you big meanie. Quit making fun of me.” I pinch his side.
“I’m not making fun of you, Baby. I think you’re adorable. You can beg, demand, ask, or hell just look at me, and I’ll give it to you.” He winks.
I tut and roll my eyes. “You are impossible.” I push back and turn on the shower. Masen’s palm smacks my backside making me jump. “Ouch,” I say looking back at him.
“Your ass looks nice pink. I was jealous I didn’t cause it,” he states with a shrug, proud of himself. I huff and get in the shower.
Masen gets in after shaving when I’m just about to get out. I touch his smooth cheeks thinking about how tonight he’ll be scruffy and loving him both ways. I give him a small kiss above his heart and tell him I need to get ready for school.<
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I just have two classes today, so after Bio, I’m going to head to the mall in Marshall to get some camera equipment. I do my hair in a loose, messy, fishtail braid that falls over my shoulder. I’m wearing my favorite skinny jeans and a lavender off the shoulder sweater. My black bra strap is barely visible under my braid. The Mark Masen left on me is fully covered. I gather my things knowing I’ll grab coffee at school.
Masen walks in the kitchen looking gorgeous in black slacks and a white button up shirt. He’s looking down, rolling his sleeves up his forearms. I think I might be drooling on my shirt. He went from rugged, bad boy in jeans and tee shirts to naughty CEO in dress clothes.
He looks up at me. “You know I can feel you right?” He asks darkly. “Because we are marked, I can feel your emotions, feel that you want me right now no matter that you’re sore.”
Oh my God. “Em, no,” I shake my head, “I mean I knew something was up yesterday at the meeting hall, but I just felt like I needed to be near you. I kinda just went with and didn’t think about it.” I smile sweetly. “Sorry, you look very handsome. This is embarrassing.” I laugh at myself.
He finishes up with his sleeves and walks over to me. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I want you just as much. I’ve just had a little practice controlling my emotions. Sometimes as an Alpha if I feel things strong enough others will to, so I’ve always had to control my emotions.” He tugs my braid and tells me, “you look beautiful, Baby. I have some things I need to take care of today, so I’ll drop you at school and have Cass bring you your jeep when he goes to class in a little bit. That okay?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, that sounds good. I have some errands to run after class.”
He kisses my lips briefly before pulling back to grab his keys. “Let’s go, Little One, or we won’t be leave the house.”
A few minutes before we reach school, I ask “Masen, are there any other things I should know about Marking and Mating? Like the whole emotions thing.”
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