A.N. This chapter is very explicit... 

Mason instantly makes due on his promise and with one easy motion, he picks me up and puts me on the corner edge of the dining room table. I quickly split open my legs, having his body position itself in between them. I could think of a million reasons as to why we shouldn't do this, but as much as I hate to admit it, a part of me craves every bit of Mason.

I need this. I need him.

He clamps his lips down onto mine, and I feel my body come alive for the first time I can remember. I feel him take my bottom lip between his teeth and gently give it a tug. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as I continue to let him take control.

I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel inside. I never want to stop feeling like this, the way my body feels from his touch.

It felt different than our time in the garage. That night was just a drunken mess, it was nothing like how it feels right now in this moment.

 I can sense that I'm not the only one who needs this, I get the feeling as Mason's kisses become more urgent, almost as if he'd been deprived for too long.

He pulls back, only to move towards the crook in my neck. He plants a trail of kisses further down, and doesn't hesitate to bite on the sensitive skin. My head falls back, enjoying every moment of it. I bring my arms to grip down on his biceps, using them to try and hold me in place. 

He came onto me with such force I could just melt into him.

Bringing his mouth back to mine, he eases his tongue into my mouth. A couple months ago, the thought of someone doing that disgusted me. But right now nothing in this world felt more right, our tongues syncing together as if they were made for each other.

I can feel my fingernails involuntarily dig their way into his skin, trying to hold onto him for as tight as I can- never wanting him to leave. He pushed his hips closer against me, and a frustrated grunt left my lips from his little tease.

He gently pulls back from our kisses and I whimper from the loss of contact. He continues to stand in between my legs as we try to steady our frantic breaths, his dark green eyes burning holes into mine in the process.

The burning desire that was rushing through my veins is now gone, why did he stop?

 My mind is racing through all the possibilities and before I have time to question it, he brings his face closer and rests his forehead against mine.

"You have no idea how good I can make you feel." He says, "how good I want to make you feel." I lean in for more, but he backs away.

"Tell me you want it." I looked for emotion in his face, but couldn't find any. His mouth remained shut as he waited for an answer, his hooded eyes staring right into mine and I whined in frustration. 

"Mason, please." I beg, and I don't know what I'm begging for. I don't know if I'm begging for him to stop this nonsense, or for him to continue to take me.

The devilish lips of his slightly curved upwards at my desperate words.

Mason reconnected  my lips with his so quick I was barely able to sneak in a breath. 

He clutched his hands onto my shirt and broke it apart, not having the patience to lift it over my head. I felt the sudden breeze against my chest as my shirt ripped in half from his aggressive force. I didn't mind, I didn't even have time to think of anything other than the fact that I wanted this.

His mouth devoured me as if he was trying to send me a message, and whatever it was- message received. 

As our lips continue to tear each other apart I can feel his fingers trying to unbutton my pants. I quickly help him, lifting my body up a little so I can kick my leggings off my body.

He leans down and plants another trail of kisses further down my chest.

I'm sure he can feel how fast my heart is beating from his touch, as goosebumps are now becoming evident on my body.

Just as he's above the middle area of my legs, his right hand reaches up my stomach, and slowly pushes me down, my back resting on the top of the table. He uses his other free hand to push my legs further apart, making me gasp in shock.

I was now damn near naked, all I had on was my bra and lace panties. I mentally thanked myself for actually having both of them match for once.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Isabelle." He whispers, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaves a few kisses along the inside of my thigh, sending electricity through my body.

His fingers tug on my panties, and slowly slides them off.

I'm in such a vulnerable state, I've never done anything like this with anyone before him. But there's no awkwardness to it, only complete awe in how well our bodies fit together.

"Shit, you're so wet for me Elle. Let me show you how much pleasure only I can give you."

I feel a cold breath of air in between the center of my legs, and I suck in a harsh breath. He was teasing me, I know it.

He is now kneeling onto the floor crouched in between me. I stare at the ceiling ready for him to devour me. The anticipation of it all is driving me crazy, who knew I could want something so badly?

He takes me by surprise when his tongue glides over me, a feeling of euphoria captivates me with each movement his tongue makes. Without thinking I press my hand against his top of his head, forcing him deeper onto me. He wraps his arms tight around my legs holding me in place, as his tongue speeds up, making me cry out loud in pleasure.

"Fuck, Mason..." I moan. His tongue circles against me, and without warning he clamps his lips around it and starts to suck.

I arch my back from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. No one has ever made me feel this type of sensation before, no one has ever made me feel as good as he does.

I can feel my legs start to stiffen from so much pleasure, it feels as though I am no longer in charge of my legs. They both start to shake from the sudden state of ecstasy I was in. Mason's brings his hands on either side of them, keeping them in place as my body continues to shake.

"Ah, shit." I moan, and wiggle under his wrath. "Fuck, Mason... shit." I curse, and bite my bottom lip as I lose control.

I gasp for air, my chest rising up and down as I try to catch my breath. He stands up, as his eyes scan over me on the table.

"Now how did that make you feel?" He asks me. I don't have any breath in me so all I do is shake my head.

It was beyond more than I ever expected. I didn't even know anyone can make you feel as good as he did in those last couple minutes.

"Now turn around." He demands, his dark eyes looking hungry for me. 

I took a moment to quickly look at the man staring down at me; my eyes go to his swollen lips all the way down until I see his big bulge tightened in his jeans.

I gulped down and brought my eyes back to him, I looked at him with a bit of uncertainty and did as he commanded. I flipped my body around, my chest now against the top of the wooden table as my legs stayed planted on the floor. I felt his cold hands urgently unbuckle my bra and slide it off me.

I was now completely naked in front of him, in his full command.

I heard him shuffle behind me, and hear the sound of a wrapper ripping open and I knew what was coming. A part of me felt eager to feel him inside of me.

Before I knew it, Mason pushed himself into me causing me to wince in surprise. It doesn't take long for my body to feel accustomed to the feeling. The thought of me knowing in this moment he was inside of me sent shivers down my spine.

He began to pick up the pace, his front banging against my backside and went faster with every stroke. I bit my lip down and closed my eyes, resting my head along the table as the feeling started to overcome every inch of my body.

The feeling in my stomach grew with our moans starting to sync together. With no one being home but us, I take comfort in knowing we can be as loud as we want. I keep that in mind as my moans quickly start to turn into screams. I can't contain this feeling he gives me, he can make me feel so good, just as he said he could.

"Fuck, Isabelle." He moans, slamming harder into me. My toes start to rise on the floor as the rushing feeling starts to overtake the pit in my stomach. This pulsing feeling between my legs sends through to the rest of my body.

Time continues to fly as we continue to become completely overtaken by the sudden drive our body receives from each other.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum." He groans, as he picks up the speed once more, leaving my body shaking in pleasure. "Shit, fuck..." He screams, and slowly stops his movements.

I felt the sweat dripping off my forehead as I rested my cheek on the table. My breath heavy and erratic as my knees start to feel like jello. 

"Now it's your turn." He says, and rapidly flicks his fingers above my center area again causing spasms throughout my body. I screamed his name so many times, I lost count.

"Cum for me Isabelle, let everyone hear how good only I can make you feel. Do it, Elle, scream my name." He demands, and before I know it I quickly oblige.

 Screaming his name as loud as I can as I finally succumb to the euphoria while he watches me from above.