Chapter Nineteen

Missy

My orgasm exploded inside of me, pushing through every corner of my body. I arched my back and grasped on to the headboard, screaming out in pleasure. Mason’s tongue continued to move over my mound as waves of arousal pulsated from my feet to the top of my head. As the orgasm dissipated and my muscles relaxed, I pulled at his head, wanting to feel him inside of me. He wiped his mouth and met my lips with passion and heat. Our tongues intertwined, swirling through each other’s mouths as I reached down and began pulling at his boxers.

“I want you inside of me,” I whispered.

He pulled his boxers off, and I could feel his rock-hard shaft slap against my stomach as it flung from his briefs. My hands immediately went down, grabbing his erection and pushing it toward my wetness. I was impatient and needy, and he seemed to immediately respond with lust. He spread my legs wider with his knee and dipped his hips down, pushing his cock deep inside of me. As it pushed through my juices, I could feel every inch of my body respond. I ran my hands over my breasts, pulling at my nipples as his lips ran across my neck. Mason lifted his body up and pushed in and out of me slow and deep, his eyes fixated on mine as I focused on feeling every part of him inside of me.

I reached around and ran my nails up his back, throwing my head back and moaning loudly. I could feel the heat of orgasm return to my stomach, and I lifted my legs up around his waist. He grabbed my thighs with his hands and thrust his hips hard and fast, slapping his body against mine. I held on to his large muscular arms as he fucked me deep and long. My juices flowed like a river, creating a pathway for his long shaft. I untangled my ankles and brought my knees up higher, allowing him an even deeper thrust.

He growled loudly as his body moved in rhythm with my hips. I bit my lip as I stared into his eyes, feeling the motion of our bodies pushing me closer to another orgasm. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me wildly as he pressed his body against mine, stimulating every inch of my pussy. Without thought he sat up, grabbing me by the waist and turning me over onto my stomach. I grabbed the pillow and bunched it under my head, arching my back and sticking my ass up in the air. Mason grabbed my hips and pounded into me, losing control and moving faster and faster. I could hear the sound of our bodies colliding and echoing through my apartment.

I reached down and rubbed my clit, feeling the base of his swelling cock. He groaned and grunted as he fucked me from behind, watching as I looked back at him, licking my lips and moaning. He took a deep breath and slowed his pace, leaning forward and pressing his hand over mine as I rubbed my hard nub. He pulled out and flipped me back over, putting one of my legs over his shoulder and dipping down as he pushed deep and hard inside of me once more. I writhed in ecstasy beneath him, reaching up and grabbing the headboard again. As his body moved over mine, I could feel the explosion from my belly. I closed my eyes and screamed out as every muscle in me vibrated with the pleasure of an orgasm. He clenched down, thrusting short and fast until finally pushing in deep and hard, groaning loudly as he too came to his peak. I could feel his cock pulsing against the vibrating walls of my wetness, and for a moment we sat still, frozen in our own pleasure.

As our bodies began to relax and our orgasms passed by, Mason let out a deep breath and collapsed to the side of me, his body shimmering in perspiration. We lay there quietly next to each other, letting our hearts slow and our breathing calm. I reached down and grasped his hand, finally feeling free and open in his arms. He turned over and propped his head up on his hand, looking over my body.

“I love you,” he said with a smile.

“I love you too,” I replied, reaching up and kissing his lips.

“You know,” he said, pulling my hand to his mouth. “It’s not too late to catch a flight to San Diego. Have a little mini vacation together.”

“Seriously?” I laughed, thinking he was joking.

“Dead serious,” he said with a coy smile.

“Let’s do it,” I said, throwing caution to the wind and making a rash decision I would have otherwise never made.

“Yes!” he said, jumping from the bed with a sudden burst of energy.

I laughed as he pulled me from the covers and handed me clothes. I grabbed my bag and began piling stuff inside, not even knowing what I was packing. This was absolutely crazy, but there was no way I was going to let this man out of my sight for a very long time. And besides, it was time for me to be new and improved, removed from fear, and what better way to do that than an impromptu trip to California.

I grabbed my toothbrush from the holder and tossed it in my bag, pulling my hair into a ponytail and turning to Mason, who was waiting for me in the doorway to the bathroom. He reached out his hand and smiled as I grabbed it, allowing him to pull me toward the door. I flipped off all the lights and locked the door behind me, not allowing my brain to stop and think for even a second. We jumped into a cab we found two blocks down and headed for the airport.

Once we were there, I stood to the side, waiting for him to purchase tickets. I was stunned when he came back with two first-class tickets, especially since I had always flown coach, wishing I could afford first class. We stopped and grabbed coffee at the café and sipped it as we stared out onto the tarmac, watching the planes take off and land on the runway. I reached over and grasped Mason’s hand, wanting to feel his skin close to mine. Never in a million years did I think that my night would end with me in Mason’s arms and us on our way to San Diego at four in the morning. I chuckled to myself thinking about how amazing Mason made my life. He forced me to see outside the four walls of my studio and enjoy life, even when I didn’t want to.

The plane was pretty empty since it was so early in the morning, and we were only two of six people sitting in first class. Still, even with all the open seats, we sat closely together, our seat belts fastened and his arms around me tightly. I watched as the plane began to roll out onto the runway, situating itself for takeoff. The plane moved faster and faster forward until I could feel the body lift from the ground and speed upward into the skies. Once we were up in the air and cruising comfortably, I leaned my head against Mason’s shoulder. Instantly I realized how exhausted I was, and I didn’t blame myself after spending half the day in tears, most of the evening drowning myself in martinis, and then the rest making passionate love to Mason. Before I could even think, my eyes began to close, and I fell asleep next to the man of my dreams.

When I woke, the sun was beating in through the windows, and I squinted, rolling my neck around. I was sore from sleeping on Mason’s shoulder, but that was quickly forgotten as I looked out at the ocean beneath us and the city coming into view. Excitement flew through my chest, thinking about the fact that I had always wanted to come to California but had never been able to. I held tightly on to Mason’s arm as we landed on the runway, then made our way to the gate and collected our things to get off the plane. The stewardess smiled sweetly at us as we walked off, and Mason grabbed my hand as we walked through the tunnel.

We went to the rental car place and rented a convertible sports car. I jumped into the passenger seat excitedly as Mason took the helm. We pulled out of the airport and drove through the streets of San Diego. I looked up at the big beautiful buildings on one side and the port on the other. There were actual palm trees, things I thought were only drawings in cartoons. I could feel the warm air of California blanket me as we pulled into the parking lot of The Del and unloaded our luggage. The only thing they had available was the penthouse suite, and Mason was more than happy to book it for the both of us.

We went to the room and looked out at the ocean from the large glass patio doors. The ocean was wild and rolling, and I could see surfers on their boards down at the beach. We threw on the suits we’d packed and grabbed towels before heading down to the beach. It was absolutely gorgeous in Coronado, and I thought it was so cool that you could watch the Navy Seals jogging along the sand, training with their men. We spent hours on the beach, talking, dipping into the cold waves of the ocean, and laying out to develop a tan on our white, pasty New York bodies.

Around four in the evening, my stomach began to grumble, so I threw on my cover-up and we rolled up our towels. Everything was close by, so we took our time walking hand in hand down the street, looking in the different shops and stopping at a small Italian restaurant in the back cove of one of the streets on the island. We laughed and drank wine while the music played overhead. It had to be one of the most perfect days I had ever experienced, and I got to experience it with the man I loved. After dessert, we paid our tab and hurried through the streets until we reached the pier. It was sunset and the colors in the sky lit up yellow, oranges, and pinks. I snuggled in next to Mason as he wrapped his arms around me.

Behind us, we could hear the music of bands beginning their sets at the different bars and the chatter of the people in the streets. In front of us, we could hear the waves crashing against the pier and the squawking of the seagulls overhead. The sun turned from bright yellow to orange as it sunk further and further into the waters of the horizon. I put my arms up on the railings and rested my head on them, feeling the breeze of the ocean wash over me. Mason turned toward me and kissed my forehead, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

“I love you, Missy Caldwell,” he said, smiling.

“And I love you, Mason Phillips,” I replied with a big smile.

Our lips pressed together firmly as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon and the skies shimmered in the reflection of the ocean waves. I had never before been in such a perfect place as I was right then. I could never imagine that anything could be more perfect than being wrapped in Mason’s arms, looking out into our future.