Page 106 of Freed By Fire
I wind my fingers through his hair. “Oh, God. Oh… that feels amazing.”
“God has nothing to do with it.” Mason’s breath tickles my skin. He laces his fingers through mine, and I buck against him when his tongue begins to move again. The crescendo within me rises, deafening and undeniable as Mason sweeps his tongue back and forth. Suddenly, I’m hurtling toward the edge and hanging onto Mason for dear life.
Spots dance in my vision as my body shakes and writhes.
I ride out my high, sweat pouring down my face and my sides.
When I blink, Mason is on top of me and nestled between my legs.
I lift my head to kiss him, nudging him closer.
Mason’s eyes darken as he thrusts into me. “You’re so wet.”
I gasp when he eases out and slams back into me. “Only for you.”
Mason makes a guttural sound and presses his forehead to mine. I close my eyes and grind against him. He moves slowly and evenly, stretching and filling every part of me until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
I tug against our intertwined hands, and my chest tightens.
Over and over, we come together, uninhibited and free, until his pace turns wild and frantic, and I meet each thrust with one of my own. Another orgasm crashes over me, and I cling to Mason, my breathing coming out in short bursts. When I stop shaking, he eases out of me and stands up. I frown until Mason sweeps me into his arms and carries me over to the desk. He sweeps everything off it, letting the pile fall to the floor with a clatter, and sets me on the edge.
Then, he moves between my legs and thrusts into me. I cry out, not caring who can hear us.
We move together, bucking and writhing. I bury my head in the crook of his neck and ride out another high. His release follows soon after, and warmth spreads between my legs. Mason struggles to catch his breath while I stroke his back.
He glances down at me, a faint smile hovering on his lips.
Wordlessly, he eases out of me and helps me off the desk.
In silence, we lay on the carpet in front of the fire. He drapes an arm over my shoulders, and I throw one leg over him. Mason kisses the side of my head and tucks me into his side. I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, and in the dying embers ofthe light, with his eyes half-closed, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes open wide just then, and they’re clearer than I’ve ever seen them. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. “No reason.”
Mason props himself up on one elbow. “He can be home-schooled.”
I stare at him. “What?”
Mason glances away. “You said he’s a boy. I know a teacher. She’s certified. You’d like her. I’ll have to vet her again, but she’s worked for our family in the past.”
My heart stops.
“I… yeah, I don’t know if it’s a boy. I just feel like it is.”
Mason places a hand over my stomach. He holds it there and looks back at me. “I don’t have a preference.”
“You don’t?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
My breath catches in my throat, my mind whirring with possibilities. “Does this mean…”
“It means we’ll see how this works out,” Mason says. “I can’t make any guarantees, London.”
I reach for his hand and lace our fingers together. “I know.”
His features soften. “There’s still a lot that needs to be discussed.”
