hers to give her all the access she wanted.
As she dragged him out of her, the tightness of her body pulled at her clit, sending waves of liquid want through her limbs, helping her find her rhythm, build her pace, everything moving towards the intensity of motion as he rocked with her. “Hands,” she whispered. “I need my hands.”
He didn’t argue. The twine came free with a quick tug, and she leaned down, bracing herself on either side of his shoulders. Her breasts were within reach of his mouth, and he took her nipple in between his teeth, scraping gently at it while she cried out.
The orgasm didn’t come all at once, intense and hard, like it had before; it was soft, rolling in gently, washing farther and farther up her body until she was submerged. Far away, she could feel her body rocking into him, hard and irresistible, crying out as she lost herself in the joy of total sensation. But in her head it was quiet, all the noise silenced, taken up entirely with the sensation of his hands on her hips, steadying her, grounding her. Keeping her safe.
He rolled them, before the aftershocks had entirely passed, letting his weight settle down onto her body. He took her hands back, pinning them with one handoff his own, while the other roamed her body as he thrust into her.
The tenderness was gone from his expression, and his eyes were consumed with his own need, his own determined taking. She pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him deeper; he responded by slowing for a moment, then reaching down with his arms and hooking her knees up over his shoulders. She cried out at the depth of his thrusts, the tightness of her body, and he slowed for a moment.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Fuck me fast, though, hard— do it, go, do it.”
He didn’t wait for more permission than that. His eyes watched her, but his body slammed into her, hard and fast, inattentive to her cries and movements. She tangled her hands in his bright red hair and focused on the intensity of the sensation, feeling the painful edges dissolve into bright light and expansive welcome.
He came all at once, silent at first, his body trembling at the peak, yearning into her as he dissolved, and then tumbling down, moaning and growling as his body shook and pulsed and spasmed. He released her knees as he crumbled down over her, managing to fall just gently to the side so that he didn’t entirely crush her. She held him while his breath heaved in and out, tired and ragged.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Afterwards, they lay tangled together. Mason’s arms were tight around Caroline, and her fingers traced idle patterns over his skin.
“I hate waiting,” he said.
“I know.”
“How long do you think it’ll take for him to find something out?”
She shrugged. “Depends on whether or not he has to bribe someone, or if they can find it out without causing themselves a conflict of interest. There’s still a real possibility that he won’t be able to find out anything at all.”
He sighed. “At some point, I’m going to have to take this to Declan.”
“The guy who doesn’t like you?”
He nodded. “That’d be him. It won’t be pretty. It’s going to take actual evidence that something is going on, not just my hunch. And right now, everything there is points to me.”
“You’re a good guy, Mase. We’ll figure this out.”
He smiled, but there was something cold about it that she didn’t like at all. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Caro. Don’t assume.” And then the coldness passed, and he was holding her softly and carefully again. He kissed her hair and snuggled her close. “How long do we wait for Jack to contact us?”
“As long as it takes,” she said, but then she heard her phone ringing in the other room. It was late afternoon now; had he really tracked things down so fast? She didn’t bother to throw on
As she dragged him out of her, the tightness of her body pulled at her clit, sending waves of liquid want through her limbs, helping her find her rhythm, build her pace, everything moving towards the intensity of motion as he rocked with her. “Hands,” she whispered. “I need my hands.”
He didn’t argue. The twine came free with a quick tug, and she leaned down, bracing herself on either side of his shoulders. Her breasts were within reach of his mouth, and he took her nipple in between his teeth, scraping gently at it while she cried out.
The orgasm didn’t come all at once, intense and hard, like it had before; it was soft, rolling in gently, washing farther and farther up her body until she was submerged. Far away, she could feel her body rocking into him, hard and irresistible, crying out as she lost herself in the joy of total sensation. But in her head it was quiet, all the noise silenced, taken up entirely with the sensation of his hands on her hips, steadying her, grounding her. Keeping her safe.
He rolled them, before the aftershocks had entirely passed, letting his weight settle down onto her body. He took her hands back, pinning them with one handoff his own, while the other roamed her body as he thrust into her.
The tenderness was gone from his expression, and his eyes were consumed with his own need, his own determined taking. She pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him deeper; he responded by slowing for a moment, then reaching down with his arms and hooking her knees up over his shoulders. She cried out at the depth of his thrusts, the tightness of her body, and he slowed for a moment.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Fuck me fast, though, hard— do it, go, do it.”
He didn’t wait for more permission than that. His eyes watched her, but his body slammed into her, hard and fast, inattentive to her cries and movements. She tangled her hands in his bright red hair and focused on the intensity of the sensation, feeling the painful edges dissolve into bright light and expansive welcome.
He came all at once, silent at first, his body trembling at the peak, yearning into her as he dissolved, and then tumbling down, moaning and growling as his body shook and pulsed and spasmed. He released her knees as he crumbled down over her, managing to fall just gently to the side so that he didn’t entirely crush her. She held him while his breath heaved in and out, tired and ragged.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Afterwards, they lay tangled together. Mason’s arms were tight around Caroline, and her fingers traced idle patterns over his skin.
“I hate waiting,” he said.
“I know.”
“How long do you think it’ll take for him to find something out?”
She shrugged. “Depends on whether or not he has to bribe someone, or if they can find it out without causing themselves a conflict of interest. There’s still a real possibility that he won’t be able to find out anything at all.”
He sighed. “At some point, I’m going to have to take this to Declan.”
“The guy who doesn’t like you?”
He nodded. “That’d be him. It won’t be pretty. It’s going to take actual evidence that something is going on, not just my hunch. And right now, everything there is points to me.”
“You’re a good guy, Mase. We’ll figure this out.”
He smiled, but there was something cold about it that she didn’t like at all. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Caro. Don’t assume.” And then the coldness passed, and he was holding her softly and carefully again. He kissed her hair and snuggled her close. “How long do we wait for Jack to contact us?”
“As long as it takes,” she said, but then she heard her phone ringing in the other room. It was late afternoon now; had he really tracked things down so fast? She didn’t bother to throw on
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