Holly head Slopes

Untitled Part 13

MASON'S POV

Abi led me through the Hughes' house by the hand. The perfect view of her arse nearly made me choke as we walked up the stairs. I had climbed mountains quicker than this. Every second I wasn't kissing her was painful.

Her room was sweet and girly like I imagined, but admiring her décor wasn't my priority; her lips were vacant, which should be illegal. I rushed forward, pulling her body to mine and consuming her sweet taste again. Her moan of surprise fuelled my desire.

She pushed me away to close her door, followed by gripping my shirt and pulling me on top of her as she fell onto her bed.

It felt just as good as last night!

She claimed my lips again and hooked her legs around my waist. I wasn't the only one desperate to finish what we started. Within a second, our shirts were on her pink rug, and our skin was touching again.

"Your friends better not be getting into trouble; I can't be edged again." She breathed.

"Oh, Beautiful, not even a house fire would stop this," I smirked.

Her sweet whimpers of pleasure made me smile as I kissed her neck. I was hard just looking at her, but I was painfully hard now. She read my mind as I felt her dainty hands undo my belt and jean button. I trailed my fingertips down the curves of her smooth body and exhaled deeply; she was gorgeous. I looked for permission to slip her underwear off. I grinned when she nodded her flushed-cheeked head; I wasn't sure I could survive if she declined.

I lowered my body on her bed and kissed her soft legs. I could sense her impatience, but that didn't rush me. Her skin rose as my lips touched her inner thighs. I smirked when her hand entangled into my hair and moved to where she craved me most. My first taste of her most precious area was as delicious as I imagined.

"Holy shit." She moaned. Her simple reaction created a challenge. I buried my tongue inside her, making her back curve. She was so easily pleased by a simple kiss I wanted to see her at her weakest. I wrapped my hands around her thighs to keep her still whilst my tongue moved in circular motions. The harder she gripped my hair, the faster I went. I could stay there forever and never grow bored of her raw moans.

"You better stop before I finish." She said between pants. As much as I would love the result of her orgasm on my lips, I followed her wishes. Her eyes devoured me as I wiped her wetness with my thumb and smiled. My heart pounded when she gripped my wrist and sucked on my fingers, tasting herself.

I could feel myself throb as she took my fingers deep in her throat. Abi didn't hesitate to progress; she tugged on my tight boxers and exposed my erection. Her eyes widened as she stared. I imagined her mind was running wild. I hadn't seen her so flustered. However, she soon smiled as she took me in her hand.

"I can see why your dick is famous around here."

"Was that a compliment, Abigail?"

"Stop calling me that and get inside of me, now!" She demanded.

Holy shit, I could have finished then!

My trusty wallet condom was my wingman of the day. Abi was so wet I slid right in, but not without feeling her walls stretch. She was tight, and it was breathtaking. Her back arched from me, filling her slowly. I didn't want to hurt her, but she wasn't complaining. I stopped when I was entirely inside her.

"Christ, you're big."

I smiled as she opened her sparkling eyes. "And you are beautifully tight."

"Match made in heaven." She giggled.

I slowly moved my hips into her. Her bare chest rose up and down as I buried myself deeper in her every time. The smile on her face overstimulated my body. She was enjoying herself just as much as me. I gripped her hip with one hand and held her cheek with the other to kiss her. Her moans rumbled on my lips as I naturally sped up.

"Mason." She squealed. I could feel her start to clench around me.

"Abi." I moaned from the overwhelming glory she was providing me.

"I'm close." She whimpered. Her nails scratched down my muscly back like she was wolverine, but that only turned me on more. The stinging sensation sent me into overdrive.

Some girls I would make beg for me to make them peak but not her. Abi was incomparable. She was the unicorn of females I had been intimate with. Everything felt natural but exciting. I was more concerned about her enjoying herself than me finishing. I would rather sort myself out and please her, but I was barely holding on.

"Let go, beautiful," I told her as I thrust deeper. She clung to me, making us more connected than ever. The glorious noise of her orgasm was enough to push me over the edge and transport me to a dimension I had never visited before.

I stayed inside her for a minute while we were still intertwined. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest as she rode her high out. I'd made many girls come, but none had fulfilled me as much as Abi.

"Wow." She said with her hands on my neck.

I slowly slipped out of her; she had already tightened up, which drove me wild. We lay side by side as we composed ourselves.

"Well, that was unexpected."

"What? Me coming over to take you on a date and instead making you moan my name?"

She giggled. "No. That you're a missionary guy."

"Trust me, I'd love seeing your peachy arse against me, but you're pretty to watch too."

I watched her cheeks flush at my flirty and sincere comment. Her arse sure was a weapon I wouldn't mind having full view off, but watching her eyes roll and kissing her neck drove me wild.

She drove me wild.

"How many girls have you said that to? You sweet talk them to keep them on speed dial."

"You seem awfully concerned about my next move." I grinned. She rested on her elbows and looked down at me.

"I'm just curious if your reputation is accurate."

I used to enjoy my bad-boy player status. The ladies loved it, and the guys envied it. However, it seems to have bitten me on my arse.

"How many times have I told you, Abigail? I'm not who I was back then." I sighed and mirrored her position.

She didn't believe me. Of course, she didn't. The mountains talk, and I was always a hot topic.

"Say the word, and I won't look at one girl again."

She laughed like I had told the most stitch-worthy joke. "Like you could turn down a sexy snow bunny."

"Why would I want anyone else when I have you?"

She raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner. "You don't have me, Dugray. Sex does not mean I belong to you."

"Well, on the road to having you. I can be more than a casual fuck buddy."

"And what makes you think I want more than a hookup?"

I smiled at her tough-girl act. She didn't like exposing her feelings. She was scared of being hurt. "Because I can read you better than I've read anyone before. There is something more between us than sex."

I never imagined myself saying something so profound. I must have swallowed a romance novel recently, or maybe it was the mind-blowing sex clouding my judgment.

"I'm making no promises, Dugray. We don't even know each other besides how to make each other orgasm."

I leaned towards her and kissed her tenderly. "Then you better stop avoiding me and let me get to know you," I said before leaving her covered by her duvet. Her smooth shoulders and chest were exposed, making it challenging to leave her. "Thanks for not burning my favourite jersey, by the way," I said when I noticed it was resting on her corner chair.

"Why did you let me have your favourite one?"

I grinned as I buttoned my jeans. "Who am I to deny seeing the most stunning girl wear my favourite jersey?"