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    Lydia

    It was too much. It was way too much stimtion, and I couldn’t help but want more and more of what he was willing to offer. I couldn’t think straight, every other thought in my head had dissipated into nothingness. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered but this. But him. But this feeling. But this crazy need needs to be quenched.

    “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice sounded dangerous, but goddess, it was so hot. I obeyed without thinking, my body arching toward him, desperate to feel him inside me.

    But he didn’t move between my thighs right away. His mouth trailed lower, kissing down my throat, across my corbone. Then lower still. My breath hitched as he paused at the top of my chest, his eyes flicking up to mine, dark and full of wicked intent.

    “Fuck–Mason,” I gasped, my back arching as his tongue flicked over my nipple. My whole body jerked. He groaned like he’d been starving, his mouth closing over me, sucking hard. He knew it was one of my weak spots, he was intentionally stalling to drive me insane.

    My hands flew into his hair, tugging, pulling him closer. “Yes–fuck… I need… I need….”

    He didn’t listen to me. His mouth was relentless, sucking, biting, licking, his teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. His hand cupped my other breast, kneading, pinching my nipple until both were swollen, sensitive, aching. My hips writhed, grinding against nothing, desperate for more.

    “You love this,” he muttered against my skin, his tongue circling, teasing. “You love it when I ruin your perfect little tits.”

    “Yes!” I sobbed, my head thrashing against the pillow. “More.., more,” I whispered fondly.

    My words broke into a moan when Mason’s teeth closed around me again, sucking so hard I nearly came from just that. My thighs trembled violently, my body already climbing again.

    Mason switched to the other side, sucking, biting, worshipping like my breasts were the only thing that mattered. His hand slid down my stomach, slow, deliberate, until his fingers found me, still soaked, still aching. He groaned low against my skin, his tongue flicking over my nipple. “So wet for me already.”

    Mason pushed into me in one smooth thrust.

    I bit hard on my tongue to hold back from screaming, my nails digging into his back, my body clenching around him. He groaned, his head dropping into my shoulder, his breath ragged.

    His hips moved, slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me. My back arched, my breasts pressed against his chestb, /bbut he didn’t stop touching me there. His mouth found me again, sucking hard at my nipple as he thrust into me.

    Thebination destroyed me. His cock pounding deep, his mouth sucking me raw. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only sob and moan and beg and cum again and again and again.

    And again.

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    I woke up to the sound of footsteps running down the hallway. I blinked slowly, sitting straight in the bed, and light streamed into the room through the window. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand.

    Cold air pped against my skin, reminding me that I was naked. My eyes widened as memories of our hot night slipped into my mind. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I suppressed a blush, quickly looking beside me to find Mason.

    A lump rose up to my throat as I stared at his body, half covered with a duvet. I swallowed, pushing the lump down. It wasn’t like it was my first time seeing his body. Why was I getting these tingles? I leaned over him, supporting my head with my hand.

    My shadow fell on his face, and I began tracing his perfect features. Starting from the cheekbones I fell in love with, his jaw, and then his nose. I stopped at my favourite part, his lips, when his eyes fluttered open. Staring into those eyes, I didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment.

    This felt too normal for me to be embarrassed about. “Good morning, love,” he said in a husky voice. “Good morning to you, too,” I replied. My hair fell over the side of my face.

    Mason moved forward and tried to steal a kiss, but I quickly covered my mouth with the back of my palm, feeling overly self–aware; my breath must stink. What’s wrong with him? Mason didn’t stop, he kissed the back of my hand.

    “I haven’t washed yet,” I said before I could stop myself. “Don’t care.” He said slowly, removing my hand from my lips.

    His lips were inches away from mine when a loud banging resounded on the door, cutting off our session. Mason and I leapt away from each other.

    “Mom,e down for breakfast.” A low feminine voice said, followed by giggling and four feet stamping on the floor.

    “Shoot!” I grabbed the duvet and wrapped my body properly. “The twins can’t know you slept over. It will confuse them.” I said, watching Mason gather his clothes.

    I inhaled a scent of breath and looked over to the bathroom, “I’ll be right back, then we can figure out what to do.” While Mason washed up, I paced around the room, biting my finger. The ssh of watering from the bathroom wasn’t enough to calm my worries.

    He returned fully clothed.

    “What do we do?” He asked in a calm voice, a bit too rxed for my liking. “You don’t even look worried,” I said. I was over here racking my brain for an escape n.

    “I am not because I know…” He crossed the space between us and pulled me into his arms, “My smart girl will work out something.” He said with conviction.

    He dropped a kiss on my lips, and I let him. “Does this remind you of something?” He asked.

    “What?”

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    “Take a guess.”

    I was too worried to do that, “just say it.”

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    “Normal mornings. This was how it was for us five years ago.” He turned my attention to the side I didn’t. realise we were in front of the mirror. I stared at our reflection. I had thrown a dress over when he was in the

    bathroom.

    “Yes.” A wave of nostalgia surged through me. My chest tightened, and my eyes turned blurry. It surely won’t be bad to be a bit greedy and wish this were how my morning would be for the rest of my life, right?

    I exhaled slowly, looking away and slipping away from his hold. “It sure does, but for now, we really need to get you out of here,” I said.

    His expression turned serious, “So what’s your n?” He asked.

    “I’ll distract the twins and my mom, and you move out through the back door.”

    “Where is the back door?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine in concentration.

    “In the kitchen,” I said. This was a secret door known only to me and my mom. I brought out my phone, which contained the map of the entire house, and showed it to him.

    “You distract the kids, and I go out through the back door.”

    “Simple.”

    “How do I know when toe down?” He questioned. That’s true, I didn’t think about that.

    “I’ll call you. You don’t have to pick it.”

    “See you down there.”

    I walked down the stairs looking normal, like I always do. Liam and Mel, who were about to get seated for breakfast, ran to me when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

    “You didn’te home yesterday. It must have been stressful.” Liam said with concern. I shook my head, bending to meet their height.

    “Not at all. Mom actually had a lot of funst night.” I said, taking hold of their hands and walking to the dining table. Mom was in the kitchen, she had her back towards us.

    “Morning, Mom.” I greeted. She turned, holding a tray which had pancakes, and an apron around her waist. “Morning, darling.” She ced the tray on the table and took off her apron.

    I sat, “Had a long night yesterday?” I massaged my temples, “yes.”

    She leaned over, “I see, I hope it was passionate too.” My head shot up, and I quickly looked over the twins. “Mom, the kids are here.” I mouthed to her. She nudged me by my side, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I

    know.”

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    The twins were busy, and I knew they didn’t hear.

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    b“/bIsn’t heing down for breakfast?” She asked. My ear turned hot. Surely nothing ever gets past her.

    Of course, Mom knew of Mason, but I had never discussed my sex life with her, and I wasn’t starting now.

    “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I took a pancake and smeared arge portion of Nute on it.

    Mom gave it a rest, and I let out a sigh.

    After about ten minutes, with everyone invested in eating, I called Mason. The dining room wasn’t directly opposite the stairs, so he could at least make it down the stairs without being seen.

    But no, he couldn’t, because once he got on the stairs, the twins rose from their seats, and Liam shouted, “Mason finallyes down, I thought he wouldn’t being down today.”

    They knew he was here.