All Because Of Him

forty nine.

 After the both of us finish washing each other, we get out of the shower and head back towards my room. It takes me about five minutes to try and convince Mason to put a towel on, and after I reluctantly agree to all of his dirty promises he finally wraps one around his waist.

Even though I insisted, I still felt a bit disappointed when he covered himself, but I wasn't fond of all the water puddles he was leaving on my floor.

We decided to leave his clothes in the shower for now, I told him once they've dried off I can put them in the wash for him but he didn't seem to mind.

I open my top drawer of my dresser to try and find something to wear while also managing to keep my towel in place that Mason keeps trying to tug off. His eyes wander to the inside of my drawer as he realizes that my underwear stash is right in front of him.

He tears his fingers off my body and stands beside me, reaching his hand in to rummage through them. I let out a short laugh as I watched his eyes darken from all the options in front of him. I didn't plan for this, but it was just as amusing to watch.

His fingers entwined themselves around my red lace thong and he held them up for me to see.

"Jesus Christ." He says with his eyes open wide.. I scowl at him playfully and snatch the thong from his grasp before shoving them back in my drawer.

I feel my cheeks tint a darker shade and I shake my head at his words.

Once I find something a little more comfortable to wear for the night, I walk away from the dresser and towards my bed, placing my clothes down on top of it. I hear him move around behind me, and a few seconds later I feel him nudging his nose against my shoulder blade. He moves his hands along my lower back towards my waist, pulling me closer to him.

My heart flutters from his little affections as he plants a kiss on the top of my shoulder.

"I don't understand why you need to get dressed." He hums against my neck. A couple strands of his hair brush against my face and I smile from the tickling feeling.

"Because Mason, not everyone enjoys walking around the house naked." I respond, and as he gently tugs on my towel.

"It just seems pointless to me. Putting on clothes just for me to rip them off of you." His head still hangs low in my neck and I fight the urge to roll my head back and give him the control he wants.

His lips brush against my skin while he continues to try and tug my towel off of me. I grip a hold of my towel, keeping him from sliding it off and he groans against me.

This man can go on for hours.

"Don't you think you've ripped enough of my shirts? You should really practice some self control." I say back, releasing a chuckle from my lips.

He lifts his head out from under my neck and I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I don't have to turn around to know that his lips are tugged upward, I can already see the expression on his face in my mind, and I bite down on my lip to refrain from laughing.

I enjoy what I'm doing to him, teasing and playing hard to get. From what I can see it's already driving Mason crazy, but my legs have barely regained their strength from what just happened in the shower.

I feel Mason tuck a few strands of my hair off of my neck and onto my back, making space for him to lean into me closer.

"If I wasn't controlling myself I would have already ripped this towel off of you and fucked you senseless on top of the bed."