ROMANCE: Bad Boy Obsession (Stepbrother Biker Taboo Forbidden Romance Thriller Collection) (New Adult Contemporary Romance Stepbrother Short Stories Collection Book 5) (11 page)

Chapter Seven

The bedroom was small and unfurnished, barely lit by the dim light of the moon that shone steadily through the open window. Mason’s eyes were fixed on his wife as the moonlight reflected off her pale skin. She made a move to cover herself, wrapping a shaking arm around her stomach. He stopped her, pressing her arm to her side, she was finally his and he would not have anything come in the way of her body. He had dreamt of this moment, envisioned the gentle curves of her body, the way her ample breasts rested so firmly and perfectly against her.

She held her arm to her side, exposed to the hunger in Mason’s dark consuming eyes. A deep breath shook her body and he watched as her rising heart beat caused her breasts to rise and fall, casting shadows across her pale skin. His chest was bare, his suit trousers hung loosely at his hips, hardly able to contain his increasing arousal. He was hard, Lily could see his desire pressing firm against the thin fabric, her heart hammered at the image, he wanted her as much as her body craved him.

Mason moved closer, daring to close the fragile centimeters that kept him from his wife and her sweet body. She was everything he had dreamt of, no curves, no subtle grove of her body was in contrary to his darkest imagination yet as he closed the space, as he took that last step towards her that caused his bare chest to press against her, he knew this was so much better than what his imagination had created. Lily was there, pressed against him, her warm pale skin shaking with requited anticipation against his firm chest.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Lily whispered. The words echoed in the small space and Mason felt his trousers tighten at the spoken words of her shared arousal.

“So have I my sweet sweet Lily,” he hummed. She moaned at the words, the tender sensual words that left her body pleading for more, the more she had waited for so very long.

Mason hooked his finger over Lily’s panties, the lacy fabric pressed roughly against his fingertips. She shuddered, the warm vibration of her oh so response body radiated through Masons. The soft desperate moan that poured from her lips, the intoxicatingly sweet aroma of wild flowers that engulfed them and the warmth that coated her slender yet perfectly curved body was more than Mason’s dreams had ever been able to create. This time in the light of the moon and in the house that was theirs, Lily was here, flesh and blood and temptingly responsive to his desperate caress.

He moved his fingers lower, brushing aside the useless fabric that kept him from his Lily. His fingers glided over her soft skin, tightening around her ass, feeling her tense against his touch; the firmness of it caused his breathing to catch. Her panties fell to the floor as he let his fingers trail down, feeling the growing dampness of the arousal spread across her thighs.

“Mason,” Lily moaned, her legs parting as his fingers pressed lightly against her clit. Her body shuddered with pleasure, the feeling so extraordinarily new that it caught every part of her off-guard, everything she had reacted to the softness and need of his touch. 

She pressed harder against him, her hands slipping between their bodies, pressing the firmness in his trousers. Mason groaned in response, his fingers moved faster against throbbing clit. Her hands worked fast, dragging away Mason’s trousers until only just his boxers grazed against her tender thighs. The hot thick scent of her arousal flooded the room, twisting and mixing with wild flowers to fill the air with something so sweet and sensual that Mason could barely breathe.

He pulled away, kicking off his trousers, Lily frowned, needing Mason back against her, longing for the sensations his fingers seemed to erupt in the deepest darkest parts of her. She stared at his chest and the pure black Celtic tattoos that marked his perfectly bronzed skin; even in the dim light she could see the contrast of their bodies. Unable to keep away from her, unable to relinquish her body for even a second longer he wrapped a firm arm around her trembling body and lowered her to the floor.

Lily’s legs parted as her back pressed down on the hard floor, the worn carpet did little to soften the blow but she didn’t care. Mason leant on top of her, his free hand resting between her thighs, caressing the wetness the glimmered in the light. She moaned louder, her eyes locking onto his and the hunger that claimed the darkest depths of them. She moved forwards, pressing her fingers against his hardness, tearing away his black boxers.

With a gasp her hand locked around him, feeling the desire and readiness that pulsed through him. He groaned loudly as her hand trailed across him, running the length of his erection, her hands so soft, so driven by need. His bright blue eyes met her chocolate brown ones and an involuntary shiver plundered through her body. He could feel it beneath him, feel how her legs shook, her breasts pressed against him.

Chapter Eight

Leaning forwards Mason captured Lily’s lips with a furious heat that showed his pressing need. She groaned against him, her hands traveled frantically across his thighs, over his firm muscles and into his messy brown hair. Her fingers, once so soft, and so delicately explorative, dug roughly into his hair pulling his lips closer. His chest crushed against her, knocking the air from her lungs and then there was pressure, firmness against where she wanted it the most.

Trapped between the two bodies now panting for air, Mason’s fingers pressed sensually against her lower regions, stroking the softness until moans came thick and fast from the tender lips of his wife. Her body rose and feel heavily against him as he worked each and every last moan from her overly sensitive body. He moved his hand away, wanting desperately to save the last spark of pleasure for himself.

“My wife,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss against her lips, daring not to let it linger in case his last hint of control would fade with it.

Lily paused, her breathing heavy and her mind fogged with the pleasure that already pulsed through her. Her body eased its relentless assault as Mason’s hand cupped her cheek, his eyes boring into hers. “My husband,” she breathed.

In Mason’s bright blue eyes was the unspoken question, so slowly Mason could barely breath Lily nodded and then there was pleasure, so much pleasure that neither of them could quite comprehend it.

Mason moved his hips forwards, pushing himself into Lily’s wetness as she met his movement pushing her body up to greet him. “Lily,” he groaned, as finally he felt her surround him, the warmth of her desire encasing his length.

His hands rested at her sides as he pressed into her, her hips instinctively meeting him, deepening the sensation as he moved faster. Her fingers clung to his hair, pulling the messy strand closer and closer until there was hardly any space between them. He watched her, saw her pleasure, how her chest rose faster, how her breaths came out in pants. Her eyes glistened as he pressed harder and harder into her, his hand capturing her soft thigh and pushing it up so he could fill her completely.

She cried aloud, the sensation of him fully inside her destroying all resolved he had. He wanted it to go on forever, to feel how she encased him, to feel how warm and wet she was around him but as she tightened and a low groan shuddered through his lips he knew she was close, that he would not be able to survive feeling her explode around him.

He moved faster, His hand pulling at her leg, driving her closer. Lily lifted her hips, crying out as pleasure built higher and higher, she could feel it coming, feel the end that she desired so very much. “For me Lily,” Mason breathed.

It was all she needed to give herself to him, her body was tensed yet somehow shivers still worked their way through her. Her hands twisted impossibly tighter into Mason hair as she squirmed in his hold, it was too much, too much to bear. Mason felt her tighten, her arousal pressing hard against him, he thrust one more time feeling her come undone around him. With one last look into the depths of her chocolate brown eyes he succumbed to the pleasure she brought him. Each loud desperate moan that poured from Lily’ lips pushed him further, made his own pleasure erupt until it wholly consumed him. Lily was breathless, each nerve in her body overcome with bliss so great she could never have imagined it to be possible.

She looked into the eyes of her husband as he met hers and smiled, happiness came in many forms but this was something she had never dreamt of.

…….

It wasn’t quite morning when Lily awoke, her body spent but completely and utterly content. She sighed blissfully as she pulled the makeshift cover over her, despite the hardness of the floor she had slept better than she ever had done before. However things
weren’t quite right, she felt the space beside her, the space where Mason had been, the space that was now empty.

She wrapped the cover around her, fighting off the chills of the night as she made her way downstairs, worry consuming her. Months ago he had told her he would never leave her but the feeling the day had brought when he did had never quite left her. She followed the rooms, not quite sure yet of the layout of the house, there was a noise though, a muffled rustling that struck fear into her heart.

“Who’s there?” she called out, wrapping the cover a little tighter around her bare body.

At the open door to the kitchen she froze, Mason was there, sat with his back to her, working on some foreign piece of metal. A small sigh of relief parted her lips as she stared at her husband, the scene so similar to one she been in before. He hadn’t heard her, or at least she thought that as she watched him. His shirt was tight, his thick black tattoo’s crept from underneath, slipping down the length of his arms. There was something different about him Lily thought, something that was not their when she had first met him.

Finally he turned to her, his bright blue eyes connected with her chocolate brown ones and he smiled. She could see it then; see what was so different about him, about them both. Mason was still Mason, Lily was still Lily but as she met his eyes for what felt like the millionth time, yet could easily have been the first, she realized that she was happy, she was home.

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