hard nipples,
adding more sensation to every stroke. Every erogenous zone in her
body was being coaxed, pushing her closer and closer to the
edge.
The fireworks exploded around them,
drowning out the sounds of her pleasure–filled cries. Color lit up
every pulse of his cock within her, the sights, the sounds, and the
sensation culminating in an experience she’d never
forget.
Mason’s lips and hands were
everywhere, tempting and teasing her need higher and higher. In his
arms she’d learned so much about her body and her own needs. He
built a fire no other man had, and she was better for
it.
When she came, her whole body
tightened around him. She crested, riding wave after wave of her
orgasm as Mason continued to seek solace within her pussy. A few
thrusts later, he tensed and came within her. His cock shuddered
before she felt the warm blast of his cum.
Once they’d both been sated, they
stood there connected, kissing under the colored explosions. Her
legs were still wrapped about his waist and she wasn’t sure she
could move them if she was forced into it. Anyone could find them
here, hiding in the bushes, and she didn’t care. Her man was home
and she’d welcomed him back.
The fireworks finale sounded, the
noise so loud. Mason tensed before her and she wondered if it had
been best for them to stay or not. He laid his head on her shoulder
as she soothed him. Mason then lifted his head and kissed her
languidly as the show finished.
Cassie could feel the result of their
shared orgasm. Their commingled juices, damp between her thighs,
began to ease from her. Mason finally withdrew from her passage and
let her lower her legs. Her knees buckled and he lifted her,
supporting her weight.
He kissed her forehead. “I want to
spend a week doing that.”
“ Just a week?” Cassie
asked, a sudden moment of insecurity slipping in. Mason was a
ladies’ man, after all.
“ A week only doing that. You,
me, my bed, and nothing else.”
Cassie chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.
Although we might need to occasion food break so we have enough
energy to keep going.”
Mason drew away a little and looked
down at her. “I heard the little bit of doubt in your
question.”
There was no use wasting time with
games or not owning up to what she felt. “Maybe a little. We’re
great friends. I don’t want this to go wrong.”
“ I love you, Cassie,”
Mason said. It was the first time the ‘L word’ had been said aloud.
She’d seen it on the card from the first bouquet of roses he’d had
delivered, but it had been absent from the others he’d sent, and
everything else they’d shared this year. It warmed her to hear him
say it. “I don’t throw that term around. What I feel for you is
different. I know I’ve never been able to commit to someone, but I
want a chance to try it with you.”
Cassie grinned up at him. “I love you,
too.”
He kissed her softly. “How ‘bout we
blow this pop stand and start that week in bed?”
“ I thought you’d never
ask.”
THE END
Also by Alexandra
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alexandra recently turned the dreaded
forty while her teenager legally became an adult—all in the same
year. Those events have added more gray hairs into her head than
she’d like. She uses most of her writing income on bad dye jobs and
wine. Mostly wine. (You should see her roots!)
Alex is a multi-published, bestselling
erotic romance author, despite her bad hair. Or maybe because of
it. When one doesn’t want to leave the house or wear a hat, one
stays home and writes.
Published since 2009, Alex writes all
over the genre map, be it Ménage, Paranormal, Historical,
Contemporary, or Sci-Fi Erotic Romances.
You can find more about
Alex and her books at
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