All Because Of Him

fifty.

My body stiffens under him as I try to comprehend what he just said. Never before has Mason said any words even remotely similar to what just came out of his mouth. I'm not even one hundred percent sure if I heard him correctly.

Mason continues to kiss me like it's his first time doing it. His lips mold themselves against mine, and a shiver runs down my spine from how well they move with one another.

I feel this burning pit in my stomach whenever I see him- whenever his eyes lock with mine and he gives me that devilish smirk of his. This whole day with him has made me realize that my feelings for Mason are much deeper than I anticipated.

This situation I'm in with him is a challenge to say the least. We can't be more opposite from each other.

Whenever it comes to him I often find myself caring too much while he always cares too little.

His lips remain locked with mine as I feel his hands roam down my sides slowly, griping me harder under him. The nerves in my body ignite from his touch and an involuntary whimper escapes my lips.

The both of us manage to sneak in small breaths between each kiss, neither of us wanting to break contact for something so little as a quick breath.

Mason's confidence must be rubbing off on me, because ever since he opened his eyes to look at me, I haven't felt the tremendous amount of anxiety- only anticipation for whatever he has planned.

He pushes his hips forward and I feel his hardened length bury themselves in between my legs. His tongue slides into my mouth and he wastes no time to devour my lips with his own.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house. Our lips stay intertwined while I wait for him to break the kiss, but he doesn't. He seems to be in his own little world over what he had just seen.

Even thinking about the reaction on his face when he saw me is enough to send my pulse jack hammering through my whole entire body.

His body presses deeper into my lips with each kiss, and it hits me that even though Mason doesn't show any of his emotional side, he's fluent in communicating physically.

It's strange to think that the man who was laughing while playing with my nipples in the shower is the same one on top of me, kissing me with such urgency- such passion that my stomach felt like it was going to explode.

I let out a shallow breath as his hands cup my breasts. Heat runs through my body as I take his hair in my hands, trying to pull him closer.

The doorbell rings again and I gently push his chest to part our lips. Our chests rise in sync with one another's as pants fall from our mouths. He looks down at me, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion over what I had just done.

His large broad body remains in the gap between my legs, and I admit it was a tease.

Me being under him half naked, while Mason is on top of me with not one piece of clothing- only a white towel acting as a barrier between us.

Maybe this is punishment for all of the sins I've been partaking in.

"Someone's at the door." I say as I look up at his swollen pink lips.

"Fuck them." He dismisses my words and buries his head into my neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin.

The stimulating feeling from his soft kisses on my neck starts to take over my body. I bite down on my lip as I squirm under him to try and get him to stop teasing me. I know that if we start whatever he has planned I won't be able to stop.