Page 9 of Mason: His to Convince

“Shh darling,” he soothed her. “You’ll stand much more than this before the night is over. I know it’s your first time; I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have to. Take it easy baby, let me help you.”

He refused to be hurried and slowly drove her on, higher and higher. Kissing and sucking her breasts, stroking her sweetness until she convulsed around him, bucking wildly on the bed, riding his finger, screaming out his name. He let her rest for a moment and began again taking her up so fast this time, her head began to spin. Just before she peaked he let go of her hands and rose above her. Grasping her hips in one strong arm he kissed her passionately as he positioned himself between her legs.

Rebecca was crazy with desire. She wrapped her arms as far around him as she could as he slowly started to sink into her. Her legs came up and encircled his waist pulling him to her. His kiss swallowed her cry that turned quickly into a moan as he thrust quickly and firmly past the wall of her innocence. He stopped, waiting for her to become accustomed to his size but it wasn’t long before she began to lift her hips and let him know she was ready. After about four glorious thrusts she exploded around him, gripping him like a fist while she screamed his name and shook beneath him.

Hot, sweet, tight. Dear God, Mason thought as he continued thrusting, trying to be gentle and failing miserable. He couldn’t get enough, would never get enough of her. Moaning her namehe gave a last thrust and held her tightly to him as he bathed her with his powerful release.

It took Mason a few minutes to catch his breath and then he rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. He could feel her still rapid heartbeat; the heat of her surrounding him as he gently rubbed her back from her neck to below her bottom. Her golden hair spilled across his shoulder as she nestled her head under his chin.

“Are you all right?” he asked her softly, praying she was and feeling just a touch guilty that he’d ridden her so hard at the end.

“Mm,” she replied snuggling into him for a moment. “God, that was great,” she answered and lifting her head she looked him right in the eye. “When can we do it again?”

Mason laughed.

Chapter Three

Mason awoke to singing. Rebecca was in the shower apparently belting out any and every tune that struck her fancy. ‘Amazing Grace’ was somehow prophetic he thought. After the way she had behaved last night she probably needed more than a few hymns to save her. His eyes traveled around the room he knew as well as he knew his own. This had been her father’s room and Mason had spent quite a bit of time in here when Jake’s health had started going downhill so quickly. The heavy masculine furniture was softened by the feminine touches Rebecca had added. A photo caught his attention and he stared at the images of Rebecca and her father. The guilt that gripped him stunned him. He’d acted like a teenager with raging hormones, unable to control his urges and her father’s eyes seemed to accuse him from across the room. Don’t worry Jake he promised silently. I’ll do the right thing by her…even if it kills us both.

Rebecca toweled her hair and started to apply her make up. While Mason was consumed with guilt, she on the other hand, felt wonderful. Last night was more exciting than she’d ever imagined. Mason had been incredibly tender and extraordinarily male. Every touch and caress had turned herbones to jelly and she couldn’t believe they’d wasted so much time getting around to the good stuff. After fluffing her hair she slid on her skimpy satin rode and headed back to the bedroom.

Thinking Mason asleep she discarded the robe and climbed in next to him cuddling up and inhaling deeply of his masculine scent

Mason opened his eyes and drew her tighter to him. The feel of her cool flesh, her breasts pressed against his chest inflamed him so quickly. He knew he had to put some distance between them if he wanted to have any type of reasonable conversation. Removing his arms from around her they faced each other, blue eyes gazing into green. She traced his lips with a fingertip smiling.

“Thank you, Mason,” she whispered softly.

“For what honey?” he asked, surprised.

“For last night,” she replied with a slight blush.

Taking a deep breath Mason answered her carefully.

“Rebecca, last night I was wrong.”

“Wrong? How could anything so beautiful be wrong?” she questioned. Her heart seemed to stop beating. Was he sorry? Maybe he hadn’t enjoyed it as she had. Maybe she’d been so caught up in her own passionate response she hadn’t noticed he’d only been performing.

Turning from him she quickly got out of bed, slipping on her robe again. Walking to the dresser she began to vigorously brush her hair.

“Well don’t worry about our little mistake, Mason,” she told him peering into the mirror. “You can go. I won’t hold a gun to your head.”

Mason couldn’t believe his ears. The little twit was dismissing him, just as if she’d paid for his services and the time was up. Anger choked him.

“That isn’t what I meant and you damn well know it. Get back in this bed before I come and put you in it. We have some things that need to be settled,” he told her firmly, trying to control his temper.

“What Mason?” she asked sarcastically, turning the brush over and over in her hands. “If last night was some type of favor, thanks but no thanks.”

“Just five minutes with that hairbrush, and I could give you a brand new attitude,” he growled warningly, getting out of bed and stalking towards her, gloriously naked. Snatching the brush out of her hand he looked at it appraisingly as if testing its strength and weight.

Rebecca slid her hands behind her unconsciously as if that would protect her bottom. She let a small sigh of relief escape when Mason finally tossed the hairbrush across the room and faced her, hands on hips and slightly bent to look directly into her eyes.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he stated again, hoping she’d be reasonable before his itching hand got the better of him.

“Okay, you’re sorry. I’m not. I personally thought it was great, but if I don’t come up to your standards…” she shrugged, spinning away to hide the tears in her eyes.

Mason straightened and ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that we shouldn’t have made love so soon in our relationship,” he explained as gently as he could with a clenched jaw.