Bullet: Devil's Rose MC #5

Chapter 29: Piper Bardot

Mason's great at sex. No, he's better than great, he's amazing. He's everything a woman wishes for and more. He listens when I want him to change his pace, he enjoys all the sounds that come out of my mouth, and he most especially likes being told what to do. 

Maybe that's not for every woman, but I fricking love the fact that he obeys my every order. It feels so fricking good to see him trust me to pleasure us both. He's just so wonderful. I don't know what else to say. I'm so glad that he decided we should just 'fuck it.' 

I think that was one of the greatest decisions he's ever made in his life. Because now, I can't get enough. I want him to be inside me all day. I want him to touch my skin constantly, feel my vagina contracting around him.

"Feeling okay, angel?"

"I'm feeling fantastic. You?"

"I no longer have self-control. That's all I going to say."

I chuckle, laying a light kiss on his sweaty neck.

After completing two rounds, Mason having an orgasm both times, we decided that it was time to take a break. While we are practically addicted to each other now, we thought it would be better if we didn't try to push ourselves. We still have to get up tomorrow and act like normal people. 

Plus, work was exhausting, and I need to sleep.

Mason runs his fingers down my spine, smiling goofily at the ceiling. It's nice to see him so happy, it makes me happy. I snuggle into his side, taking a whiff of his cologne, and close my eyes. 

He uses his unoccupied hand and lifts my leg, so my knee lays on his lower stomach and my sore and swollen vagina presses into his thigh. He presses a kiss to the top of my head and encourages me to fall asleep on him. It doesn't take long for me to do so.

Waking up next to a sleeping Mason is one of the most beautiful things on this earth. His expression is gentle and soft, not pained like it normally is when he's awake. With the therapy, his attitude has improved, but I know he has more to face. 

Right now, however, there's nothing he has to be worried about. It's just us here, at this moment. I never want to leave this bed, this man, this existence. I never thought I could feel so warm inside. But he has completely demolished that thought. 

Every time I look at him, I feel something bloom in my chest. I don't know if love describes it well enough. It's just pure and unadulterated happiness.

He's woven into my soul.

I don't know how to explain it without sounding certifiably insane.

There are no words in the English language to express how much I love him.

"Good morning, angel."

His rich and husky morning voice enters my ears.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

"You don't even know. We should stay like this forever."

And then the phone rings. He groans into my shoulder, holding me closer to his body.

"You should get that."

"Noooooo. I can't."

"Mason, come on. It could be important."

"Nothing's as important as you."

"Except if people are dying."

"No people are dying."

"You won't know that until you answer the phone."

"I see what you did there, and I hate that it worked."