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𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈- 𝚂𝙸𝚇

"Mase" Sophia moaned as her hand gripped tighter on the mop of Mason's hair that sat between her bare thighs.

His mouth latched around her clit making her cry out in pleasure while his two fingers moved effortlessly inside of her. Her clothes discarded on the floor with his as the air in the room was thick and hot with sexual tension.

Before Mason left the club earlier this evening he had looked at the text Sophia sent, the simple message reading 'W Leicester Square, 5th Floor, room 518 xxx'. He had held her a little tighter when she gave him a hug goodbye, claiming she would see him in March at St Georges' Park in front of everyone rather than in 30 minutes when he would be knocking at her door.

Sophia had opened the door to Mason while wearing only the navy-blue satin lingerie set she had bought especially for the night, pushing up her boobs and hugging every inch of her curves as she stood smiling at him.

His eyes fell from hers to roam over her body, trying to take in all that he could see before he pushed into the room, his lips crashing against hers and his hands greedily gripping at her body. His kiss was hungry, it was charged and desperate. He had been thinking of this moment for months, but in the last couple of hours the feeling had gotten even more intense.

He walked them backwards into the room, bumping of the side of the shelf by the door, then off the corner of the wall before reaching her bed. His hand that had come to grip into the back of her hair pulled her lips towards his once more before pulling back and gently pushing her onto the bed.

Sophia laughed as Mason spent no time shedding his clothes off his body at record speed, wanting to feel her bare skin on his, not wanting any barriers between them at all.

"Hi by the way" Sophia laughed as she realises Mason has said nothing to her since he arrived, she hadn't even managed to say hi to him at the door before his lips attached to hers.

Mason smiles as he leans back up, after pulling his trousers off his ankles "hi beautiful" he winks at her as he places a knee on the bed and moves himself to lay on top of her, his boxers clinging to his hardened bulge.

His lips come back down to hers, placing soft kisses before trailing down her neck, sucking lightly upon her skin before moving further down her body and positioning himself where she finds him now.

"Shit" she moans out "I'm .. I'm gonna..." is all she can get out before her thighs shake and her stomach tenses and her orgasm soaks through her, coating Mason's fingers and his tongue as he continues to drink all of her arousal.

He slows down his motions, his tongue laying flat as he tastes all of her within his mouth. He pulls out his fingers carefully, before dipping his tongue gently into her dripping hole wanting to savour the moment as she moans out again.

He leans back up, sitting on his heels as he brings his fingers to his mouth, drawing them in before licking and sucking them clean. He doesn't know how he could be any more turned on, however with his mouth practically coating in her arousal he feels like he could burst.

Sophia sits up from her position, after catching her breath, although still feeling very lightheaded and kissing onto his chest, across both his pecks, kissing softly on his nipples. He tilts his head down to look at her, as she tilts her head up.

Her lips crash into his, she is desperate to taste herself on his tongue, she feels completely blown away from the way he just made her cum, and she wants more of him.

She would always joke that Mason constantly had something to say, that he would always have his tongue wagging about some kind of gossip or drama. However, having him between her thighs, putting his tongue to better use was completely euphoric.