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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

MASON

Something felt different last night when talking to Lyra in the bathtub. The atmosphere between us changed. I don't know if it was just me or if she felt it too, but I know there was something. It wasn't like normal.

After our talk, we pretty much just sat in silence until she dozed off in my arms. Everything took a toll on her, and it finally came down when she finally let herself relax. It was my intention, but it made me feel good that she felt comfortable and safe enough with me.

I let her sleep in, and she needed it. I don't know if it's just this woman, but whatever she dreamed about had her ready to pounce on me the second she woke up. She started off sweet and sleepy until her lips made contact with my neck.

I fell for it.

There's no doubt that whoever was downstairs could hear us. She couldn't stay quiet even if her life depended on it.

I clenched my jaw and dug my fingers into her hips as they rocked against my own, her pussy clenching around me. Her eyes locked with mine and almost instantly her mouth fell open, a breathless moan slipping from her lips.

My view was enough to make me explode on the spot, but I wanted Lyra to come first. And from the way she was looking at me, it's etching closer and closer.

Biting my lip, I held her hips down and moved my hips up to meet hers. Her eyes fluttered closed with a gasp, her hands gripping my own.

"Mason," she whined quietly, still grinding against me, nonetheless.

"Come on, you were doing so well," I teased, slamming into her.

Lyra's hands made it to my chest, biting her lip before her movements quickened. My head tipped back, groaning quietly. The grip I had on her was enough to leave marks, but I didn't care. Clearly, neither did she.

The need was there. When her hips began to bounce against mine, a deep moan ripped out of my throat as I moved my hips up to match her pace.

"Fuck, fuck- oh my god," she moaned, closing her tightly.

Fuck me.

I brought my arms around her waist and held her tightly against me, thrusting into her. With a sharp gasp, she buried her face in my neck and dug her nails into my shoulders. Her hips slowed a bit, but it just made me want to move faster.

Being buried inside of this woman is a feeling I'll never get used to. Lyra's nails digging into my skin, my name rolling off her tongue when I hit that spot I know too well, and the look she gives me when she's on top of me. Enough to drive me insane.

My palm made contact with her ass, and she gasped out again with a moan following right after. I kissed along her neck, gripping her ass tightly and moving her along with me. Her breath hitting my neck made my entire body shiver under her and my grip on her tighten.

"Yes, yes... Mason, please."

Moving my hand to her hair, I wrapped it around my knuckles and pulled her head back. That fucked out look on her face told me all I needed to know. I just wanted to hear her say it.

"Please what, baby?"

Lyra opened her mouth to speak, but a loud moan came out instead when I slammed into her.