Mason
I tore off my jacket and shirt while she fidgeted with my belt. I could feel her hands shake as she tried to remove my pants. Placing my hands on hers. She looked up, worry written on her face.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby. I’ll go at your pace,” I kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes waiting for her to decide what she wanted.
She moved her hand down my pants and wrapped her soft hand around my shaft. I couldn’t help the moan that came from me. She smiled, pleased with herself as she continued to stroke me.
My lips came crashing down on hers. I kissed from her jaw and down her collar bone making my way to the top of her breast. I unhooked the clasp from the front of her bra, releasing her breast.
I leaned back, engraving the image of her body
