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Chapter 63: Worth being tired
🕑 Added 2023-08-15 14:00:05 +0000 UTCThey lay awkwardly a few, long moments, then Mason decided he’d had enough and put his arms around her.
Rebecca slowly sunk into him, and the silky material did nothing to stop the feel of her soft, smooth body against his.
“You OK?” he said. “If you’re cold, we can move closer to the fire. Though it won’t last long and we shouldn’t keep it going.”
More of her hesitation seemed to fade as she put her head against his chest.
“I’m OK. Just…worried I can’t handle this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being close to you,” she almost whispered. “All night like this. I’m not sure I can sleep.”
Mason fought the heat shooting straight down to his crotch. Rebecca’s legs were draped over his knee, and he pushed it up slightly to press between them. She moaned slightly and he pushed and pulled her up until her lips were close enough to kiss. She looked up at him and bit her lip, then he crossed the distance and melted into her warm, wet mouth. When he found the will to pull away, he whispered back.
“I know exactly what you mean.”
They kept making out and wiggling their bodies against each other, and Mason nearly forgot where he was or why.
“I’m still glad you’re here,” he said. “It’s worth being tired tomorrow. Well, more tired.”
She smiled and kept grinding his knee between her legs. “Yeah. We’re just risking our lives. No big deal.”
He held her chin with a hand and met her eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
She groaned and flicked her tongue against his lips, then greedily swallowed his and sucked. Mason had been rock hard several kisses ago, but as Rebecca turned against him his erection now pressed fully against her stomach.
“Sorry about that,” he said with a grin, not at all sorry.
“No you're not,” Rebecca pressed into it and kept kissing him, her nipples now pressing hard through her shift. “Mason?” she stopped and met his eyes in the moonlight. “I think I’ve already decided.”
“About what?” his heart pounded but he didn’t allow himself to hope.
“Being with you,” she confirmed. “And whatever comes with it. That’s what I want.”
“I thought you were waiting until Nassau,” he said, wiggling his knee between her legs.
“I…can’t,” she moaned. “I don’t want to. Will you show me how it’ll be?”
Her eyes were filled with lust, and Mason felt vaguely lightheaded himself. He reached under her shift and yanked down her panties, practically growling at the feel of her bare, moist pussy grinding against his leg. It was her first time, and he knew he should go nice and slow, but she was so damn horny he could hardly hold himself back.
He pulled his knee away and replaced it with his hand, groaning when he felt how wet she was. He cupped her sex and slowly explored, touching every part of her before focusing on her clit. She wiggled and pushed against his hand, and he loved how responsive she was, how eager.
He rolled up to his knees on top of her, trapping her legs between his as he kept rubbing her clit and pulling her shift up with his other hand. She raised her arms, and he pulled it all the way off, then she was naked and squirming beneath him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, running his hand down her face and neck, massaging her breasts before working her sensitive nipples. He slid a finger inside her, and the way she clamped down on it made his desire to fuck her almost unbearable.
“I want you inside me,” she practically begged, and Mason smiled as he shifted enough to get his boxers down. He slid his balls up her body, squeezing his shaft slightly between her small tits, then up to lay it across her lips. She licked and sucked and he raised himself enough to dip the tip into her lips, slowly fucking her mouth from above.
He grinned as she reached up and grabbed his ass, using it to help gulp more of him in. She was so incredibly turned on he could hardly believe it, but he wasn’t going to question it either.
Finally he shifted back down and spread her legs, setting his tip against her opening.
“Please,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him as she squirmed. “Put it in. I can’t take it anymore.”
Her total submission gave him more will, and he kissed her as he slid his tip over her opening and between her pussy lips, wiggling it and teasing her even more.
“Oh God.” She was clawing at his back and he could feel the heat coming off her as she clenched. He realized in disbelief she was close to orgasm, so he kept moving and teasing until she buried her mouth against his shoulder to muffle her cry.
Her body shook and twitched, and he couldn’t think of a better moment, so he lined up and buried half his cock inside her. She squealed and gripped him like she was falling off a cliff, and he worked himself deeper in slow, easy strokes.
Then he was balls deep and raw in her virgin pussy as it clenched around him, the beautiful brunette’s legs trembling as they held on. He fucked her slow and steady, loving the hard ground beneath them and the way it held her firm as he pumped.
His senses filled with nothing but her—the smell and taste and feel, the softness and wetness as she took whatever he gave. In that moment he felt he could ask for anything, take anything, and she’d eagerly obey. She was his, all his.
“I want to feel you cum,” she whispered in his ear. “Inside. Like you came in my mouth.”
The words practically made it a reality. Somewhere far away Mason’s mind warned of pregnancy and how young and innocent she was.
“Maybe not yet,” he managed, hardly believing he had the strength. Rebecca made a little whining sound but nodded obediently.
“Wherever you want,” she said instead. “I just want to please you.”
Sweet God could the girl get more perfect? Mason wanted to change positions and spend the whole night fucking Rebecca, that’s what he wanted. But he could feel her close to orgasm again already—her pussy getting almost weak around him as she wore down and melted in sexual exhaustion. She would need practice, to be trained to take him all night.
He sped up and fucked her into the ground until she was gripping his hair and crying out again. His balls twitched as he fought release, pumping through her twitching, moaning orgasm before forcing himself to pull out.
He was barely in time. The first shot hit her pussy lips, then he lay his cock on her stomach and sprayed stream after stream across her body, hitting her breasts and even her chin. Then he slid up and put his cock against her lips.
“Suck every last drop,” he said, and she opened her mouth and closed her eyes as she obeyed, licking and sucking him as he shivered in the afterglow.
When he was finally empty, he took a moment to admire the young beauty covered in his cum, then used her shift to wipe her off and lay back down, pulling her into his arms from behind.
Her ass pressed against him felt amazing, her warm body nestled perfectly against his chest as he reached around to cup her breasts.
“Thank you, Mason,” she whispered, turning her head so he could kiss her.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, grinning, then rested his face and lips against her neck.
Between the mind blowing orgasm, and two nights of toil without nearly enough sleep, he was out in moments.
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Wconn1979
A shift or chemise is a nightgown. He could have been talking about that.
