All Because Of Him

forty four

 "W-what?" I stammer, unsure if I heard him correctly. 

I take a few steps back as he walks into my room, closing the door behind him. Mason's blazing eyes never leave mine as he continues to step towards me.

"I said take off your clothes." He repeats, showing little patience for my antics. I can't tell what he's doing, if he's just angry with me or if he actually wants this.

I open my mouth to speak but I'm instantly silenced by Mason grabbing my face in his hands and bringing his mouth to mine. His sudden action takes me by surprise, and my subconscious reminds me that what we're doing is a bad idea but I push her back.

My lips move in sync with his as he kisses me harder, the simple touch sending sparks throughout my whole body. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him towards me, begging for more.

Every part of me wants his lips to stay on mine for as long as it can, and without thinking I gently bite down on his lip, before meeting my tongue with his. He seemed to enjoy my simple teaser because a moan quickly fell from his lips.

He laps his tongue around mine, and with one swift motion he brings his arms below my legs and picks me up. My lips never disconnect from his as he carries me over to the bed.

He pulls away and all the feelings exploding throughout my whole entire body evaporate. Mason gently sets me on my bed and glares down at me, and I fight the urge to grab him and pull him across the bed to me.

Instead, I try and catch my breath as I watch his tall body hover over mine. He lowers himself and brings his hands on my bed, both on either side of me. I gulp down as his face is now at my eye level, forcing me to see just how serious he really is.

"Take your clothes off." He demands and before I ask him why, I find myself doing what he says.

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Next I unbuckle my jeans and yank them off in a hurry. I was starting to lose patience in whatever Mason wanted to do.

By the look on his face I can see he still isn't too happy with me, but neither am I with him. But, that's an issue we can work out later.

Right now in this moment, there is nothing more I want than for him to touch me, however he pleases.

"Lay down." He says, his voice as cold as ice. 

 I slowly lay my back down onto the comforter of the bed, my body filled with a bit of uncertainty as I do so.

My heart is hammering as I watch as his eyes scan every inch of my body. I can't help but feel satisfied when I see him bite down on his lip while he drags his eyes over my chest and down my torso.

Without saying another word he grips the waistband of my panties and slowly begins to slide them off me. I raise my legs in the air to help him take them off, and he reconnects his eyes with mine, running his tongue over his lips.

Once he throws them onto the floor I place my feet back on the bed. I can't help but feel a jolt of excitement as he spreads my legs further apart from one another, forcing them down onto the bed.

He grins up at me and the familiar throb starts between my legs just from his glare alone.

I feel his thumb rub against me and I suck in a harsh breath.

"I can see how badly your body wants me, Isabelle. You're practically dripping wet."

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks from his dirty words, I've never had anyone call something out like that before so I'm not used to hearing it. I instinctively cover my face with my hands, and he shoves them off.