Chapter 14

That afternoon, Katy blasts out one of Mason's CDs and gets to work prepping dinner for the night, while Mason finishes the odd bits of work he has left.

 When he rushes back upstairs, he finds Katy humming and swinging her hips along to 'Let It Be'. Taking a moment to revel in the sight, he saddles up behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips and planting kisses along her neck. She squirms slightly when he hits a ticklish spot, but carries on washing her hands. His own hands start stroking under her top at her soft stomach. Yet another thing he loves about her. Nothing about her is hard, it's all soft curves and sweeps. Even her belly which although relatively flat has a slight bulge to it he finds endearing. For him, he likes that his woman is all woman.

"Mason," she moans, ass tilting up and head sinking to the side to give him easier access.
One of his fingers strokes at the along the wiring of her bra before softly cupping her breast over the silk garment. His lips lightly bite at her earlobe, causing a soft gasp to emit from Katy. The noise soon morphs to a long moan, when his fingers pry down the cups of the bra and grips her open breast.

"Beautiful baby. You're damn beautiful," he whispers softly in her ear, keeping her up with one hand and teasing with the other.
Her hands squeeze his bicep as she grounds her hips into his growing erection. The words don't help with her self control and as it is, Mason's hands simply on her causes her to lose the ability to even speak.

 "God, you're so perfect. Such a gorgeous full figure," he continues, the hand on her breast lightly squeezing and thumb flicking at her nípple.
Katy sighs louder as he plays her body like a finely tuned bass guitar. And the sweet compliments he whispers in her ear only rev her engine more. Turned on out of her mind, she can tell if he continues the way he's going she's going to be reaching that slice of heaven soon.

"And these títs! All mine. Fúck babe, so big and round, responding to me like they do...enough to drive me man, baby. Never letting this go, Little Doe. Swear on my life, babe, not letting you go."

Sweet as well. Now not only does her body feel like it's going to burst at any minute, her heart does too. How did she get so lucky after all this time to have such a beautiful man? A man that takes care of her and whispers sweet as honey words like that in her ear while he brings her to orgasm?

She's faintly aware of his hand unhooking her strapless bra and pulling it out of her top. Surprising even herself, she lets him drop it on the floor and continue fondling her breasts, making her nípples grow erect while her burning desire grows.

"Mason...please," she gasps with need.
"I know, baby. Unbutton your jeans," he gently whispers to her.

She hesitates, fear creeping in but the arousal's too strong and overcomes any inhibition swiftly. Slim fingers clumsily unbutton and unzip the dark denim.
While the hand of his on her waist strokes further south until his fingers are tracing circles at the flesh just below her silky panties. Her body stiffens ever so slightly but as Mason continues breathing sweet comments in her ear, everything else just dissolves until she's just left with him.

"You want me to stop, Little Doe?" he asks.
"Nuh-uh...please, Mason, please," she begs, moaning when his fingers slip down to her slick centre.

He's surprised to find her bare but doesn't dwell on it much. Not when it means that he can feel every inch of her soft flesh, delicious heat and sticky arousal.
"You're drenched, baby," he growls with approval, tracing his fingers across those wet lips before slipping through.

Katy blushes at the mention of her...state. Though that's all forgotten when his thick finger brushes against her sensitive parts. Some of his other talented digits graze over her engorged clít and one stroke of the bundle of nerves causes her to writhe and moan in his hold.
"You're like satin under my fingers, Little Doe. If only you could see yourself," he whispers massaging her breasts, playing with her pússy and toying with her libido.
One of these days, later on in their relationship, he's got to do her against the mirror and show her exactly just what he sees looking at her in this heated state, trusting him with everything in her.

"Mason...I need...Oh God! Mason, please, more...please, it's..." her broken gasps make little sense but Mason knows full well the cries of a woman close to orgasm.
He sucks on her neck, biting slightly for the pain he recognizes she likes and thus sending her sailing over the edge.
His fingers nip harder on her nípples, while his other hand does the same at her throbbing clít. In a soft cry, Katy gushes her orgasm straight onto Mason's hands.

As the aftershocks consume her, he pulls out of her panties and cleans up under the tap. He closes it before Katy spins around, reaches onto her toes and pulls his head down to kiss him hard. Her hands caress his cheeks as she lowers back down to her heels.
All her gratitude is placed in that kiss even though Mason believes it to be unwarranted. He enjoys getting her off and she may not know it know but she will in the near future.
Their moment, however is cut short when his phone starts ringing. Frowning, Mason pulls it out and instantly his eyebrows scrunch at the private number listed.

 "Something wrong?" asks Katy seeing the expression on Mason's face.
"I'm not sure, but I have to take this. I'll be right back," he reassures her, heading to his office with his ringing phone.

Only when inside does he take the call, bracing himself for the worst.
"Mason Carter, speaking" he mumbles, assuming it must be Terry with perhaps more news or a new revelation on the contract, even though he'd pretty much solved their problem.
"Mr. Carter, my name is Richard Dixon..."