Metamorphosis (25 page)

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.

“I’m glad you like it,” he
murmured in my ear, as he positioned himself behind me. He began to dust
feathery light kisses all over my neck and shoulders and I couldn’t help but
moan in pleasure.

“Mason, we need to talk about
something first,” I barely managed to get the words out. He stopped and turned
me around by the shoulders. He looked deep into my eyes with his.

“What is it, angel? Is everything
okay?” He seemed to be truly concerned.

“Everything is fine, I just need
to be upfront with you about…” My voice trailed off, I wasn’t sure exactly how
to say it.

“About what, angel? Did I make you
feel uncomfortable?”

I shook my head no and looked up
at him. “Look, Mason, I really like you and I love the way you make me feel
when you touch me and kiss me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
But I’m not going to have sex with you, not now and not in the foreseeable
future, either. I’ve waited this long so when I finally do decide to, I want to
at least be in a somewhat serious, monogamous relationship where I at least
think I’m in love.” I paused for a breath and continued, “I know that’s not
what you are looking for and I’m not suggesting that between us… And it’s not
that I don’t want to do… other things, because I do. I just didn’t want you to
think that I was ready for that.” When I finished talking, I pulled my bottom
lip between my teeth, nervous at what he was going to say in response.

Mason cupped my face in his large
hands and brought my face close to his. “Scarlett, I’m not going to lie to you.
I want you so bad, so fucking bad. I really don’t think you have any idea the
effect you have on the male population. But we will never, and I mean never, do
anything you aren’t comfortable with. You’re in complete control of how far
this goes between us. Okay angel?” I nodded, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you teach me how to do
things? I really feel so awkward, like I don’t really know what to do… I know
that sounds silly, but I’m just so inexperienced.”

I could tell he was trying hard
not to smile, but the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly and his
eyes danced with amusement. “So you want me to be your sex coach, but without
the sex?”

I slapped his chest while shaking
my head and looked down at the ground, humiliated at how it sounded when he
phrased it like that. “That’s not what I meant. I want to hang out and do other
stuff, too…” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look back at his face.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He leaned
down and kissed me gently on the lips. “I’d love to show you anything and
everything you want to know.” He kissed me again. “And I want to hang out and
do the other stuff, too.” With the third kiss, he used his tongue to part my
lips and I melted against him.

Mason picked me up and carried me
over to his bed. He sat me down on the edge so that my legs were hanging off
the side. He knelt in front of me and began removing my boots, keeping his eyes
locked on mine the entire time. After he had discarded
of
both of my shoes and socks, he began to kiss my left calf and continued moving
north until he reached the hem of my dress which lay mid-thigh. He then shifted
over several inches and did the same to my right leg; however, when he reached
the hem on that leg, he didn’t stop. He used a combination of his lips and
tongue to caress the inside of my thigh until it reached the lace barrier of my
panties. Feeling the cool metal of his piercing drag across my skin was
exhilarating. We groaned simultaneously when he pulled away. He stood up and
claimed my mouth with his. He alternated between soft and sweet pecks and hard
and deep thrusts of his tongue. My head swirled with lustful thoughts and my
body clenched and moistened under his assault. I sucked his bottom lip into my
mouth and tugged on the ring lightly with my teeth. A guttural sound escaped
from him and he separated our bodies.

“Scarlett, can I take your dress
off?” I nodded quickly and seconds later it was over my head and on the floor.
I returned the favor by removing his shirt and was quickly reminded of how
incredibly sexy his body was. My hands wasted no time in roaming over his chest
and arms. Other than playing with his nipple rings, I still had not taken the
time to really look at all of the art that covered his skin, and I was way too gone
under his sensual spell at that moment to pay attention to anything but the way
my body was responding to his gaze and touch. He kicked his shoes off,
unfastened his jeans, and left both on the floor as he climbed into the bed
with me, leaving him only in his boxers and socks. He moved me until I was
situated in the middle of the colossal bed, propped up against the pillows. I
still had on my matching blue lace bra and panties, but I knew that they would
soon be gone too.

Mason straddled my legs and
nuzzled his face into my neck. He alternated kissing and nibbling at my
sensitive skin and all I could think about was how unbelievably good he made me
feel. The physical effect he had on my body was far more intense than I had
ever imagined possible. He continued his ministrations down my chest and
growled when he reached the cup of my bra. “This needs to go too,” he mumbled.
Happy to oblige, I arched my back off the pillows so that he could reach around
to unhook the clasp. The moment the fabric left my breasts, they were
recovered, one in his mouth and the other in his hand. I arched even further
and grabbed the back of his head, keeping his mouth on my nipple.

After several minutes of appreciating
each nipple equally, he continued to lower himself down my body, stopping at my
belly button to dip his tongue into it. It made me laugh and relax a bit as he
got dangerously close to the edge of my panties. He looked up at me through his
thick lashes, his eyes were full of lust and desire, almost as if he could
devour me, but he waited to go any further until I gave him permission. I drew
my lip in between my teeth and nodded.

“Scarlett, has anyone ever touched
you here before?” Mason brushed his thumb against my wet folds with a
feather-light touch. I gasped and instinctively clenched my opened knees
against him. He was still staring directly into my eyes.

“Just me and BOB,” I answered
quietly. I didn’t want to talk; I wanted him to touch me again.

“Bob?” He cocked his head,
confused.

“Yeah, you know, my battery
operated boyfriend,” I answered quickly. I wondered why I had even said
anything. I really wanted to get back to more of the doing and less of the
talking.

“You have a vibrator?” A silly
grin spread across his face.

“Yes, how else am I supposed to
get through those trashy novels? I’d get an early onset of carpal tunnel if I
had to rely on my hand.”

He started laughing and shook his
head. “You continue to surprise me, angel.
Vibrators and
trashy novels.
I’m speechless.” He bent his head down and kissed my
stomach, right below my belly button, and the electric charge that surged
through my body triggered me to lift my hips and rub against him. He smiled,
“Slow down angel, I want to take care of you. This is how I should have thanked
you on Friday.” He kissed my stomach again, the second kiss a bit lower than
the first. I had to physically force myself not to lift my hips again. “You
just need to relax and enjoy. Let me show you how much I appreciate getting to
be the first to do this.” Mason placed one last kiss on my lower abdomen before
hooking his fingers onto each side of my panties and pulled them down.

I had always thought that I would
feel extremely self-conscious and awkward the first time I was bared in front
of a guy, but surprisingly with Mason, I didn’t feel that way. Even though this
was only our second time to be around each other, I felt so comfortable with
him that it just felt natural.

“Scarlett,” he breathed as he
gazed down at my cleanly waxed lips. I had continued seeing Tina at the salon
on a monthly basis at the insistence of
Evie
, and I
was glad that I did. All the pain that I had endured suddenly seemed worth it
as Mason admired my smooth body. He slid down to where his face was hovering
directly over my sex, I could feel his warm breath against me and the sheer
anticipation of his touch nearly caused me to come apart. He used both of his
hands to keep my thighs open and then he bent his head down and softly kissed
the top of my slit. I threw my head back into the pillows and whimpered.
“Please.”

He didn’t make me ask again. He
lowered his head back into my lap and I allowed him to worship my body. The
combination of his fingers and lips and tongue touching me, teasing me, felt
better than anything I had ever experienced. When he slipped his first finger
inside of me, I froze, all of my muscles tightening around him. He continued to
kiss my body as he waited for me to get used to the sensation before moving any
further. Minutes later he added a second finger and this time I pushed against
his hand welcoming it. He started to move his fingers in and out of me in a
slow but steady pace and I could feel the pressure building between my legs.
Mason continued to tease me with his mouth and I tried to guide his tongue to
my clit with my hands in his hair, but he wouldn’t give in until he knew my
frustration was nearing the tipping point. In that moment, he buried three
fingers deep inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth and my universe
exploded. I don’t remember much – I clenched my eyes shut while I arched
back into the pillows and euphoria engulfed my senses. It was bright colors and
tingly feelings and rainbows and unicorns… all of it. When my body stopped
shaking with my release, Mason lowered me onto the bed and then laid down next
to me, drawing me into his arms. I kept my eyes closed and wished I could stop
time. Everything felt perfect.

“As sweet as heaven,” he mumbled
into my hair.

“
Mmmm
”
was the only response I could come up with. I was still in my post-orgasmic
bliss and was unable to create meaningful
thoughts .

We lay there for a while longer,
silent but relaxed. When I finally felt like I could move and be in control of
my body, I rolled to face him. I scooted up so that I could kiss him. “Thank
you. That, by far, exceeded my expectations.”

“Anytime, angel, anytime.” Mason
smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to
ummm
… help you out?” I asked and looked down at the
predicament that still loomed in his boxers.

He chuckled, “No, tonight is just
about you.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “But I am going to take a quick
shower before we go. You can make yourself at home, grab a drink, whatever you
like.”

I nodded and he rolled off the
bed. Once I heard him in the shower, I got dressed and wandered into the
kitchen to get some water. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel now, if
different at all, but I didn’t really - just happier. I didn’t allow myself to
listen to those voices screaming questions and warnings somewhere from the
depths of my morality, instead I focused on the peaceful butterflies in my
stomach that now lay sleeping, sated from all of their earlier acrobatics.
Butterflies… just thinking the word made my mind drift to Ash and wonder what
he was doing and
who
he was with. And that, ladies and
gentlemen, was the problem in its simplest form… all my thoughts ultimately
ended with Ash.

Evie
still wasn’t at our dorm when
Mason dropped me off a little after ten o’clock. I was a bit disappointed
because I wanted to tell her about everything that had happened; I knew she was
going to be so excited for me. After showering, I grabbed my e-reader and
climbed into bed with the plan of reading until I heard her get home, but I
woke up sometime in the early morning hours on top of my e-reader, open to the
same page I had begun reading. I guessed my make out session with Mason had
taken more out of me than I had originally thought. I realized that I still
didn’t know if
Evie
had made it home okay, so I went
to check on her and found her and Max in a mess of limbs, blankets, and pillows
in the middle of her bed. I smiled, happy that she had met Max, even if I did
feel a twinge of jealousy. They had clicked instantly and had spent every night
together since they met except for Sunday, but I knew that I hadn’t been around
much either over the past several days.

Wednesday came and went
uneventfully; my classes and coursework consumed most of my time. I filled
Evie
in on my dinner and trip to Mason’s house first thing
Wednesday morning at the table over breakfast. She laughed heartily at his “sex
coach without the sex” comment and then she told me that I should get rid of
the “without sex” part. I rolled my eyes at her, “I’ve known him less than a
week, Eves. Plus he’s like not exactly boyfriend material.”

“I didn’t say anything about a
boyfriend, Sam. It’s sex, just sex. Don’t make it more complicated than it
needs to be,” she reprimanded me.

“I’m not sure I can do that. I
just don’t know how I’ll feel or act afterwards.” I drank the rest of my sweet
cereal milk from the bowl.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I
bet while you and sexy rocker boy are getting hot and heavy, you really want to
have sex with him, but you keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t because it
doesn’t fit into some preconceived notion you have about how your first time
should be and who it should be with.”
Evie
downed her
cereal milk too. “I just think you should do what your body is telling you to
do, whatever feels right in the moment.”