Chapter 7:
AN: This is where rating M comes in - nothing too graphic.
She came out a few seconds later in the towel, her clothes draped over her left arm. Mason could see the length of her legs, the curve of the top of her breasts, and he suddenly lost all inhibitions. He grabbed George up into his arms and once again carried the girl to his bedroom.
"Fuck it!" he explained; George just smiled. 'Finally.'
Mason removed her towel. George pulled Mason's shirt over his head quickly and it ruffled his hair, making him even sexier. He smiled down at her as she unbuttoned his jeans with their stylishly torn holes (hopefully) and faded knees. She wanted to make him wait just a little longer and so unzipped him as slowly as humanly possible, then too slowly slid his pants down to his ankles. Mason stepped out of the jeans. Suddenly his Union Jack skivvies seemed hot instead of silly - she pulled them down just to his knees, then walked around behind him and lay herself down in his bed on her back.
Mason thought, 'Damn you George.' with a smile and took his underwear down the rest of the way and off. He turned to her with a large erection. George stifled a giggle - she'd only seen one other penis in her afterlife (none in her life, except during sex ed. And on accidental television incidents) and felt shy. Mason saw her smirk and looked down at himself, then looked at her. He smiled a sexy, tiger-like smile and walked to the edge of the bed and leaned down over George's body. Her legs were up and open and she was propped on her arms, teasingly. Mason crawled over her, their bodies not quite touching. If this was to be the game he was willing to play.
He kissed her without touching anything else. His penis tapped against her leg. George couldn't hold out; she grabbed Mason's ass and pulled him down on top of her. Their bodies fir perfectly and George tightened her fingers in the air as Mason thrust inside of her for the first time.
They found a rhythm and moved to the music of their heavy breathing. It felt great to not be nervous as George had been with Trip, though she now wished her first time had been with Mason, who she actually loved.
Mason began to thrust harder and faster, after relishing in the sound of his lover's moans. He kissed her neck roughly and squeezed and massaged her breast with his hand. She raked her fingers down his back.
When Mason made her come, she gave out an ecstatic and involuntary yelp and then a scream. She had imagined what an orgasm should have felt like, but this was well worth the 19-year wait. All the muscles in her body contracted simultaneously and her hands gripped Mason's sheets, hard. She felt him cum inside her about a minute later; it was interesting to see how he turned his body sideways and clenched his teeth when it happened. Then his face went calm; George was glad she'd done well.
Mason lay there on top of George with his eyes closed as a huge grin crept across his face. Then he lay himself beside her with his head on her chest. George stroked his hair, letting her body calm and cool down.
"Damn," Mason finally spoke.
"Yeah," George whispered in agreement.
Mason rolled over and kissed her right breast, then the left. He slid his tall body up and looked lovingly into George's eyes. He smiled and told George she was an angel. He ran his wonderful, lithe fingers into through his hair. She was his whole world now and he just wanted to look into her eyes forever. Mason had had sex hundreds of times but he'd never really made love to anyone. The only other person he had ever even thought he was in love with was Daisy, and she never would have slept with him.
George blinked at Mason, wondering why he was looking at her like that. She closed her eyes and he fell back to her side. She lay facing him on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her warm, naked body.
He looked at his clock; it read 2:02 am. 'Good,' Mason thought, 'We don't have to be at Der fucking Waffle Haus for another few hours. His smiled widened as he let himself drift in bliss.
George lay there pretending there was no world outside of Mason's bedroom. No creepy Rube in love with her, no tedious Happy Time, no soul-reaping. Mason was her first real boyfriend, which was weird because she was probably his 30th. She shrugged and opened her eyes. Mason had fallen asleep and she decided to follow suit.
After a while of watching him though, she saw the first rays of the sun appear above the horizon out of Mason's window. George cursed herself for getting no sleep; she'd need it today. She looked at the clock; they had maybe half an hour left before they had to get up. As if sensing her feelings, Mason's sleepy hold on her tightened and she finally drifted off to sleep in his arms.