Clara

 

In the darkness, I could still hear muffled voices all around me. There was almost constant talking. There was some shouting, but there was also laughter. I forced my eyes open, or thought I did, and sat up.

 

I was back in Mason’s bed, alone again. I ran my hand over his side of the bed, where he should have been lying with me, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the bedroom, but he wasn’t there.

 

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked into the living room, where I could hear the TV. I couldn’t tell if he had the news on or some TV show, but I didn’t see him on the couch either. The TV was just on. Was I alone again? Had he left me alone in the apartment and just let the TV on so I wouldn’t hear him leave?

 

I pushed his soft, heavy covers back from my naked body and decided to get out of bed to see what was going on, when he appeared in the doorway with a couple of cups of coffee and a warm, loving smile on his face.

 

This time, he wasn’t wearing anything else. He stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee in each hand. His hair was disheveled and hanging down in front of his face instead of being brushed back like it usually was. His green eyes looked at me with love and care in them. He was concerned about me for some reason, but I had no idea why he would have been. I was fine. I had just been asleep for a while.

 

I slid over to the edge of the bed and spread my legs, patting the mattress between them to call him over. He approached me slowly, and I ran my hands along his perfect chest and stomach, following the contours of his muscles. I grabbed the coffee cups and set them down on the table beside the bed, freeing his hands so they could explore me as I did him.

 

I returned my attention to him after setting the cups aside. I took his already hardening manhood in my hand and stroked it, coaxing it to get even harder for me. I wrapped my thin fingers around it and pulled it towards me, stroking him right over my tender breasts. I pulled him closer to that the tip of his head touched my skin.

 

He watched me with his gentle green eyes while his erection grew in my hand. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me back as he climbed on top of me. I let go of his cock as I lay back on his soft, welcoming bed.

 

He put my hands above my head and held them there. My thin, slender fingers intertwined with the thick fingers on his strong, controlling hands. He squeezed my hands as he leaned in to kiss me.

 

His lips met mine. The kiss was tender, passionate. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met, stroking each other between our mouths. He didn’t kiss me like he wanted to devour me. He kissed me like he wanted to become part of me.

 

His body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight pushing me down into the bed as he lay on top of me. His firm muscles pressed against my soft curves. My nipples hardened from his touch.

 

My body ached to feel him inside again. I felt my desire for him growing wetter by the moment. My muscles tightened as if begging for him to enter me. I rocked my hips toward him, pressing my wet sex against him.

 

He reached down and ran a finger along my lower lips, parting them to receive him. He slid his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot. I arched my back and sucked my breath in through my teeth in a spasm of pleasure.

 

“Oh God, Mason,” I called out.

 

“Is that good, baby?” he asked me. “Is that what you like?”

 

“Oh God, yes.” My body tensed as he did it again.

 

He slid a second finger in, opening me wider. He drove them deeper into my core and pulled them back across my front wall again, sending shivers up my spine as he stroked my spot over and over.

 

Then, he slid his fingers out and ran them along the delicate folds of flesh between my legs. He spread me open and pressed himself against me, sliding his head just inside my wet opening. I felt him pushing at my entrance, passing just barely inside of me. It was such an incredible tease.

 

I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, encouraging him to enter me again. I grabbed his hand and pulled it up to my breast. He cupped my tender skin with his masculine fingers and squeezed me. Pleasure rippled through my body.

 

I arched my back and moaned as he slid inside me. His shaft passed through the entrance to my sex effortlessly. He spread me open and stretched me around his hardened flesh. He filled me completely with his cock. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. I pushed my hips against him, forcing him deeper inside of me, taking all of him greedily into my center.

 

His fingers worked my nipples as his other hand grabbed the other breast, gripping me for leverage as he thrust into me, deep into me.

 

“Yes, Mason,” I called out. “Give it to me. Let me have all of you.”

 

He shoved himself into me forcefully, and I felt my pleasure picking up a hint of pain around the edges. It just made the sensation that much more intense.

 

My legs quivered as he thrust into me again and again. Each time, I could feel myself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy. My climax was already growing deep within.

 

“I’m yours,” I whispered in his ear. “Do whatever you want with me.”

 

He kissed my neck, then my shoulder. Then he kissed the front of my neck and my chin. The whole time, he pounded into my hips and held my breasts in his commanding grip.

 

My body shook underneath him as the pleasure inside me built to a crescendo, but he didn’t stop. He penetrated every inch of me. I felt my walls expand to contain him every time he pushed into me. He fit me perfectly, as if our bodies had been crafted for each other. His head stroked my g-spot each time he shifted himself forward or back.

 

“I’m coming,” I breathed. “I’m coming.” My voice came out as little more than a whisper.

 

I grabbed his back and tried to pull him down to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him as he continued to thrust his hips into me. My whole body quaked with the force of his thrusts and the ecstasy roaring in my veins and my nerve-endings. I felt myself overcome with passion as I rocked my hips against him.

 

He still wasn’t finished with me yet. He put an arm under my waist and lifted me from the bed, holding me up while he continued to stroke my delicate insides with his hard shaft. I ached as the pleasure grew too strong to be contained. I arched my back and tilted my head back, closing my eyes against the rush of ecstasy.

 

I cried out as my pleasure peaked again and again, as he took me there over and over. My body was filled with a steady flow of climactic ecstasy. Pleasure ran through every fiber of my being, filling me with white light that pulsed with each thrust of his sex deep inside me. As he pushed into me, pleasure flowed out from my deep core to the rest of my body. As he pulled back, it drew back in, flowing down to the muscles around my entrance as they closed, attempting to seize him and hold him inside me.

 

My body eventually gave out underneath him as the pleasure I felt became too much and ecstasy stole all the tension from my body. My arms and legs felt like jelly as they fell uselessly to my side as I gave myself over to the pleasure he created inside of me. I wanted to call out his name, but the words just wouldn’t come. I moved my mouth, but only moans and whimpers would come out. My body had become one giant nerve-ending, and every sensation was pleasure. Every touch was ecstasy.

 

He let me fall onto the bed and slid out of me. My body immediately ached in the vacuum left behind by his sex. I felt myself clenching, reaching for him as my body begged for his return. I felt so hollow all of a sudden.

 

His breath came heavily above me, and I felt the bed shake as he finished himself off above me. He spilled his seed onto my stomach. I felt each warm drop as it hit my skin, as he emptied himself on me. I opened my eyes and watched his hand gripping his shaft. His fingers wrapped around himself perfectly, gripping it like a weapon. He worked himself masterfully over me. He looked like he was forcing himself to come onto me.

 

I reached for his rippling muscles. I wanted to beg him to let me have it all, every drop, on my tongue and down my throat instead of on my stomach, but all I could do was moan appreciatively as he let me wear every single drop of himself.

 

I closed my eyes and licked my lips, remembering how he tasted. I imagined that he was filling my mouth with his warm, salty flavor, letting me drink from him as he had done so often by this point.

 

His weight lifted off the bed, and a moment later, I felt a towel wiping my stomach where he’d just finished himself on me. Once the towel was gone, his weight returned, and he pulled me against him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against his chest.

 

Again, I felt safe and comforted. My body relaxed against his. Our pulses ran in sync with each other. Our breath aligned. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the muscles of his chest.

 

Darkness rushed over me as the murmuring voices from Mason’s TV returned. I heard the voices that sounded like they were talking to each other again. There was more laughter.

 

I smiled and snuggled against the strong, muscular man protecting me, but there was something soft in his place, like a pillow instead of his firm chest. I furrowed my brow in confusion.

 

The laughter grew louder, and the voices seemed more present, as if I had been moved into the room with the TV. Though they were louder, I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Their words were still muffled.

 

I could feel myself falling again, and I realized that what had just happened to me had simply been a dream. I wasn’t in Mason’s bed. I wasn’t even on his couch in the living room.

 

I tried to remember where I was. I couldn’t force myself to open my eyes to look, so I simply relaxed, letting my training take over. If I didn’t fight it, I could start to make sense of it.

 

“I think she’s starting to wake up,” I heard one voice say.

 

“She’s a tough one, boss. She would have had us if you hadn’t stepped in,” another voice said.

 

I was beginning to remember where I was. I had been at Mason’s, but there had been some sort of fight. Apparently, I’d been too much for the voices I could hear. I squirmed on the couch or whatever it was I was lying on.

 

“Rise and shine,” Skull’s voice called from the front seat.

 

My eyes shot open, and I knew exactly where I was. It had all been a dream.