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Escapade—Janet Jackson
"Bloody hell," Mase murmurs, his lips trailing along my jaw and his hands roaming … everywhere.
We're on my bed after a dinner date in Port Angeles, and my mom is working the late shift at the diner. Janet is singing Escapade in the background, and my hips are gyrating to the beat.
"I thought we were waiting for Seattle," he grunts in between sucking the skin of my collarbone.
"We are," I murmur, my fingers slipping beneath his tee to grip the skin of his waist. "That doesn't mean everything is off the table…" I sit up, gulping down huge breaths of air as I try to calm down. "Does it?"
"That's up to you, love," he says, his eyes searching mine. "Maybe we should step back for a second and think this through."
I pout. "Why are you so sensible?"
"Because I want it to be bloody fantastic," he says, lifting to his elbows. "And if you aren't ready, it won't be." I move to scoot off his lap, but he anchors his palms on my ass as he sits all the way up. "Not just yet," he rasps, making a soft pass across my lips. "We can take it easy."
I fist his hair and push his lips open with my tongue. He tastes like chocolate, the triple brownie dessert we shared, and rum which we took a shot of when we arrived home.
A growl works its way up his chest, and it turns me on so damn badly that I start thrusting against him again. He's hot and hard just where I need him, and an unbidden moan slips from my mouth to his.
He grips my hips, holding me pressed against him. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"Better than okay." I grind into him to make my point, and my eyes fall closed from the pleasure that tingles through me. "Fuck," I say as he nips at the soft skin of my neck. "I need this so badly, Mase."
He flips us in one quick move and lands between my spread thighs. My hands tighten into fists in his curls as he settles right where I need him. The weight feels good, too damn good, and I rock my hips to let him know it's okay.
He pulls the collar of my tee down so he can nibble at my chest and neck as he rocks against me. I thrust my hips in tune, and my breaths start coming in small pants. I squeeze my eyes closed, stars exploding on the backs of my lids as he picks up the pace, his thickness rocking against my clit harder and faster.
The spasms come.
Light explodes.
I cry out.
But inside my mind, I see only one man.
The one who owns me.
No matter the distance or people in between, it'll always only be him who holds my heart in his hand.
Tears leak from my eyes.
And Mase wipes them away.
"Are you okay, love?" he asks, pressing soft kisses against my cheeks. "I knew it was too bloody soon."
His kind words make it worse, and I fist his T-shirt tightly. "No," I say, shaking my head even though the tears haven't stopped. "I just need to get used to it is all. You're magnificent. Perfect. I've never …" I lower my voice to a whisper "… been with anybody else."
"Ahhh." He brushes away more tears, rolling us on our sides to face each other. "Then maybe we should wait a little longer."
I nod, unsure if it'll ever be long enough.
Mase is a great guy.
And I wanted this.
Needed it, even.
But maybe that's just the lie I tell myself.
Maybe I'm a stupid girl who's putting too much effort into trying to forget when I should be just trying.
To get back the love of my life.
Who knew 655 words could say so much :P
It won't be fixed tomorrow or by Thursday, even, but it's coming!
See ya tmr :)
