GRUDGE MATCH (Love Challenge) (5 page)

             
His tongue slid along hers, tasting, loving her mouth.  He breathed deep, appreciating the mix of vanilla soap her natural scent and the massage oil that marked her as his.  He moved lower, working one hand on her breast, teasing the flesh and pinching her nipple lightly.  He lowered his head to her other breast, taking as much into his mouth as possible sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing as she pushed against him a silent plea for more.

             
Pulling back, he said, “I don’t hear you.  If you don’t make some noise, I’ll stop.”

             
“No, don’t stop,” she groaned when he plucked one nipple while laving the other with his tongue.  He slid his hands along her arms to her bound wrists.  Fire raced through his veins pushing him to the edge of his control once more.  He loved this woman and had waited forever for her.  His patience threatened to crumble under the force of his desire when she let out a whimpering “Please, now.”

             
A smack to her ass made her cry out, he reached for her core and his fingers found a fresh wave of cream.  “You like that?”

             
“Yes. God, yes.”

             
“You don’t have to call me, God.”  He spanked her once more.  “Master will do fine,” If he didn’t enter her now, he’d shame himself.  He gripped her hips and thrust into her soaking entrance.  She screamed and convulsed around him in the greatest orgasm he’d ever felt from her.  Stroking in and out rapidly, extended her pleasure until the little quakes of her body slowed.  He came in a white light explosion that began as tingling in the base of his spine to end as intense, nearly painful pleasure, swept through his body.   

             
What seemed like hours later, he came back to his senses.  His breathing was no longer labored, but sweat still ran down his back.  He pulled his spent member from her body and kissed her as her breath caught at his motion.

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              Holly drifted toward sleep on a cloud of orgasmic contentment.  Roused briefly when she felt a warm cloth caress her nether regions, she smiled at Mason’s care of her body.  She felt him untie her and rubbed her wrists gently to ease any discomfort.  Her response had been more intense than she had experienced before, so apparently he knew what he was doing in dominance.  Part of her relished the new relationship they were forging, but the hurt part of her feared the unknown that existed beyond this day. 

             
Any further thoughts ceased as Mason’s tongue plunged into her pussy.  Pleasure rolled over her nerves, reigniting the coals of desire.  “More,” she said as she pushed herself tighter against his face.  Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he swiped his flattened tongue from her clit to her back entrance.  She writhed beneath him, breathing fast and riding the mindless waves of aching pleasure as she built up to another crest. 

             
“Do you want my fingers in here while I suck your clit?” He pressed two fingers against her opening and flicked his tongue over her clit softly. 

             
“Please.”  The ache that had begun mere minutes ago bordered on pain with her need to come.

             
Placing a flirting kiss to her heated core he said, “You need to tell me what you want.”

             
Willing to do anything to come, she didn’t feel embarrassed when she begged, “Please, Mason, put your fingers inside me while you suck my clit until I come.”

             
“That’s my girl.”  He pushed two fingers into her, curling them to reach her most sensitive spot inside while he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked hard, using his tongue to stimulate the bundle of nerves. 

             
Rolling her hips into his moving fingers, another climax building, she felt primal.  No thoughts beyond the pleasure, sharp, visceral.  She knew she’d die from this agonizing bliss. 

             
“Do you remember saying I was merely adequate?” He pulled away a few inches to look her in the eye.  “Look at me.”

             
Eyes open, she whimpered, “Yes.”

             
“You were right.  I was an ass.  But I’m going to make it up to you every day.”

             
“Okay, start now.  Keep going,” was her breathless reply.  “No time for confessions, you’re a busy man.”  She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to fuck.

             
His laugh brought tears to her eyes and her internal resistance to loving him again weakened more.  “Show me the error of your ways, Mason.”

             
“You got it,” his tongue became a living pleasure machine, kissing her back into a frenzied puddle of need until she nearly came, but he stopped and she screamed in denial as agonized frustration pulled at her senses when her much needed orgasm slipped away.

             
Placing his lips to her stomach, he looked up at her, “Do you forgive me?”

             
“Anything.  Yes.”

             
“I’ll take that.”  He picked up his pace teasing her clit with a finger’s touch too light to bring her over.  “Do you want to come?”

             
“Yes, now.”

             
“Forgive me.

             
She studied him to gauge his sincerity.  What she saw shocked her, warmed her and remade her.  “Yes.”

             
He moved up her body and pushed his engorged cock into her.  She exploded around him, her pleasure a colorful burst in her mind as her body strove to maintain the joy.  Her pulsing body, made him come with a few strokes.  His throbbing cock kept time with the kaleidoscope of stars she experienced.  She must have drifted off, because she didn’t remember him pulling the blankets around them when she roused some time later. 

             
“Thank you,” Mason said quietly.

             
“For what?”

             
“For letting me off the hook.”  He pulled her half on top of him as he caressed her back, hips and bottom. 

             
“It takes two.  I wasn’t old enough to deal with you or my feeling for you.”

             
“What feelings were those?”

             
“We’re working on new feelings now. The past doesn’t matter.”

She debated whether to let him know, but
decided to leave the past alone so she remained silent.

             
“That sounds good.  Means those old feelings won’t come out to bite me in the ass, right?”

             
“You say ass a lot.  Do you know that?” she said, a teasing frown aimed his way.

“Yeah, because yours is always on my mind.”
  A caress to her backside proved his point.

             
Her cheeks warmed. 

             
“Did you mean it about forgiving me?”

             
No pressure there.  Holly closed her eyes and felt a relieved breath leave her.  “Yes.  I did.  My forgiveness is all inclusive.”

             
“That’s what I love about you.  You’re all or nothing.”  Holly could clearly hear the relief in his tone.  “I drank too much back then.  Now I have a two beer limit and Justin helped me enforce the rule in the beginning.”  He ran a hand down her back and she squirmed closer to him.  The distraction didn’t take her attention away from his tone, not shame, but embarrassment, maybe even annoyance turned inward.  She remembered the drinking, but since she wasn’t drinking age at the time, she had thought that’s what people did when they were in their twenties.

             
“My memories of those days are vague at best.  I’m sorry for how I treated you.  You’re why I put limits on drinking.  I couldn’t get you out of my thoughts and I knew I was too old for you then, but a visit from your dad and Sunny made me see it clearly.”

             
Unease filled Holly, “Wait!”  She jerked up to one elbow, looking down at him with brows drawn together and lips tight.  “What did they do?”

             
“They told me to walk away or they would take me out back and inflict bodily harm.”

             
“I’m sorry.  They should have stayed out of it.”  Indignant and embarrassed her family would butt into her love life, what could she say?  She was not flattered.  Mad as hell maybe, but definitely not happy.   “Wait until I get my hands on them.  They’re going to pay in every excruciatingly horrible manner I can think up.”

             
“No.”  He pulled her back down to his chest stroking her face, neck and back.  “They were right.  They said to give you time.  They were right to protect you.  I gave you time.  You are not a kid anymore and we are starting over.”

             
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”  She sat up, raising the sheet and tucking the edge over her breasts, under her arms.  “I was so in love with you, but it wasn’t real.  You’re right, I was young.  I don’t know how I feel about you now.  Three days ago I’d have said I hated you, but that’s hurt talking and I’m woman enough to admit you hurt me.  I think I need time to process.  I accomplished what I set out to with you.”  She shrugged, “more than that?” spreading her hands wide, “I don’t know.” 

She slid off the bed, stood up and headed to the shower.  After shower
ing, she dressed and raced out of her house in an attempt to outrun the war between her heart and her fears. 

Chapter Five

             
“Knock.  Knock,” Holly called out as she let herself into her parent’s home.  The front door closed behind her as she headed to the kitchen.  Her Mom was usually found there, she said it was her favorite room in the house.  Holly had to agree.  Butter and vanilla scented the house, a trail of invisible delight leading to her Mom’s territory.  Nearly all the greatest memories she had were rooted in that kitchen. 

             
“Hey, Baby.  How are you?”  Karen Franklin embraced her daughter in a warm hug.  A couple inches taller than Holly, Karen was at peace with her size fourteen figure and Holly admired her Mom’s ability to put others at ease.  Because she accepted herself, her mom could accept others.  Holly and worked hard in her adult life to adopt that attitude; which, come to think of it, was probably why she was able to proposition Mason the way she did.

             
“Come on in, sit.  Fresh pot of coffee just finished.  Let me get you a cup.”  Before Holly could say a word, she had a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and her mom sitting across from the kitchen table, pushed a plate of peanut butter cookies her way. 

             
Taking a sip, Holly drew in the wonderful aroma of French roast and home, her favorite combination.

             
“What brings you here so early?”

             
“Mason.”

             
“I haven’t heard that name from you in quite a while.”  Karen placed her own mug down on the table.

             
“You don’t like him?” Holly asked.

             
Looking her daughter in the eye, Karen said, “I didn’t like him ten years ago for you,” she held up a hand when Holly was about to interrupt, “but he’s seasoned nicely since then.  As a matter of fact, so have you.”  She reached out and patted Holly’s hand.  She must have decided it wasn’t enough because a moment later, Holly was engulfed in her mom’s warm, soft embrace.  The sweet bubble of love warmed Holly to her toes. 

             
“You’re the best, Mom.”

             
Sniffing a suspicious wipe of her eyes, she said, “I know.”  Turning her attention back to her mug, Karen began again.  “Are you seeing Mason?”

             
“I’m not sure.”

             
Smiling wryly, her mom asked, “Are you looking for permission?”

             
“Not really, your approval would be nice though.”

             
“I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

             
“Yeah.  That is the kicker.”

             
“Do you trust him?”

             
Holly thought about that a minute, not rushing into a defensive answer.   “I forgave him.”