Mason looked like he couldn’t get the keys in the door fast enough. When he finally found the right key and had the door open, he pulled me inside, and pushed me up against it as soon as it was closed. He bore down on me with a hard, rough, kiss—nothing like the gentle kisses he gave to me when he was in High School. This was primal, like he could couldn’t control himself.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.

“I missed you too.”

He scooped me into his arms, causing me to drop my purse, carried me into the bedroom, and I stared up at him the whole way. He was my dream man when I was 18, and he still was all those years later. I didn’t know what would happen between us when I came to California, but I never expected that our separation had always been a misunderstanding or there was any chance that I’d fall right back into his arms.

I still felt terrible for making him wait all those years, but things were starting to come back together. I wasn’t sure exactly where it would lead, but I knew that I felt happy in that moment, the first time that I had felt comfortable with a man since the last day that I spent with him.

He dropped me on the bed, and pulled frantically at my dress until I raised my arms and it slid off of my head. I felt a little bit shy wearing a plain white bra and large panties that weren’t the slightest bit sexy, and I held my arm across my stomach to hide the stretch marks and loose tummy that wasn’t there the last time that I was intimate with him.

Mason pulled his shirt off, and his muscles rippled. He was even more muscular than he was before. I guess taking a period away from racing had given him more time to work out. As he started undoing his pants, he stopped midway and looked at me. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking down at my arm.

I shrugged. He tugged on my arm, but I didn’t move it away.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want you to see my marks.”

He snorted and pulled hard on my arm, forcing it away. He glanced at my tummy for a moment but didn’t seem bothered at all. “Don’t be shy. My son did that.” He smiled.

I wanted to squeal inside. It seemed different this time around. I wasn’t going to just be making love to an older, hot man that I was infatuated with. I was going to be making love to my son’s father. We had brought life into this world together, and something about that kicked my sexual desire for him into overdrive.

I reached my hand around my back, and unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side of the bed with my dress. When Mason’s bottoms were off, he was already hard, and he stepped forward, pushed me down on the bed, and yanked my panties off. Then he climbed on top of me and reached a hand between my legs, exploring my thighs and pussy while he kissed my neck and breathed into my ear.

His smell was overwhelming. It was the same smell that I had been so addicted to years past, but it was stronger, perhaps due to the stress of the day and the long day of work. But it smelled amazing and coupled with his touch, I was drowning in a sea of pleasure.

I reached between his legs, grabbed hold of his firm cock, and felt it pulsing in my hands. It was only then that I remembered how large he was, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again. I tugged a little and pushed so that the tip of his cock slipped against my pussy and he jerked his head back and pulled my hand away.

He breathed hard and held his cock in his hand. “Whoa… Sorry, it’s been a long time for me. I need to get myself in control.” He looked down at me at me while I stared as his masculine frame. “You’re so beautiful, Layla. You drive me crazy.”

He released his cock and moved back into position, pelting my neck with a fury of kisses. He arched and took a nipple into his mouth, and again, I reached under him and grabbed his cock, navigating it towards my hole.

This time, he didn’t pull away. He sunk into me like a spoon dipping into a pie, reminding me of how full he made me feel when we were joined together. But it felt even better that time, and I immediately realized why; we hadn’t used a condom. It was the first time that I had felt a fully bare penis inside of me. I hadn’t even thought about it, and he didn’t seem to have either. But I really didn’t care. We already had a child, and that made me leave my inhibitions at the door.

Mason shuddered a little when he was fully inside, and I could feel him struggling to hold himself from releasing right then and there. It was kind of cute, and I flexed my Kegal muscle, trying to egg him on.

“Fuck,” he said.

I wiggled my hips, and he leaned his head back, enjoying the tiny strokes that my movement was causing, then she shook his head and put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me hard into the bed.

He stared into my eyes as he started to pull out of me and slam hard into my pussy, causing my mouth to gape and shocks to reverberate up my spine each time he bottomed out. He was so powerful, so rough. Everything about him was rough this time around, perhaps wanting to give me payback for the pain that I caused him over the past 4 years.

And I wanted him to give it to me too. I deserved it.

“Fuck me, Mason,” I groaned, and he started pounding harder, faster.

It was only a minute or two of him pounding into me that I could feel my clit swelling and an energy starting to unleash. I guess he knew it was coming because he reared back, put one arm on the bed and another firmly around my neck. He didn’t choke me, but it made me feel weak and vulnerable, and that susceptibility only made the orgasm rocket out of me faster.

“Oh god,” I moaned, blinking back the film that was forming in my eyes.

Mason growled and pummeled into me as my orgasm released, and I could feel him stretching me out further, my pussy getting wetter. I wasn’t sure if I was it was my juices or his, but it felt so warm and wet that I was pretty sure he was coming with me at the same.

He groaned, hissed, and his movements became erratic. That’s pretty much all I knew at the time as my eyes were rolling back, and I couldn’t breathe. I was on another plane of existence, concentrating on the huge rod pounding into me and my muscles squeezing around it.

Finally, the intensity died, and Mason rolled over to the side of me. His chest heaved, and we were both trying to catch our breath as we stared up at the ceiling.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re incredible... still so incredible.”

I rolled onto my side and threw an arm on his chest, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re usually gentle.”

“I’m sorry. Being with you again brought something out in me that, I dunno…”

“It’s okay. I sort of liked your rough side.” I pushed closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he gasped.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Travis…”

“Give me a minute.” I stood from the bed and walked back towards the front door where my fallen purse was still laying on the floor. I pulled my phone out and called Amanda.

“Hey, are you okay?” she said as soon as she answered.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Umm… Can you watch Travis for the rest of the night?”

“I guess so. Why?”

“I think I’m going to stay with Mason tonight.”

“You slut!”

“Shhhh,” I said, feeling my old High School shyness washing over me.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just surprised, but it’s good… really good. Go get your man, girl.”

“Thanks Amanda.”

We ended the call, and I headed back into the bedroom where Mason was still laying naked on the bed.

“Amanda is going to watch Travis tonight.”

“So I have you all to myself?” Mason smiled and wiggled his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. I obeyed, and as soon I was close enough, he grabbed my waist, pulled me onto the bed, and started smothering me with kisses.