The Lesson (7 page)

They’d been seeing each other for nearly
three months when, one seemingly not-so-special day during dinner
at Mason’s apartment, he put his fork down and captured her hand in
his. “I want to show you something.”

She looked up at him. “Okay.”

He pulled her to stand. “Come with me.”

She followed him down the hall to another
room in his apartment and her face lit up. “You’re finally going to
let me see your studio?”

“I wasn’t ready to bring you in here,” he
told her with his hand on the doorknob.

“And you are now?”

He nodded. “I want to show you what I’ve
been working on all those nights when you were at the
restaurant.”

Mason opened the door and stepped aside so
Bianca could enter.

Bianca had to hold back from rushing into
the room. She hadn’t pushed him about it, even though she was dying
to see his work. She knew he would show her when he was ready.
Still, the waiting had been driving her crazy.

She turned to him. “I’m so excited,” she
confessed. “I’ve wanted to see your work since you told me you were
a painter.”

He smiled and pointed her toward an easel
draped with a sheet. “This is what I’ve been working on since the
day we met. Remember when I dropped you off that night? I came home
and started on this.”

Bianca reached for the sheet, hesitating for
a moment. “May I?” she asked as her heart began to thrum in her
chest.

He nodded again and she pulled the
sheet away. “Oh, Mason,” she gasped. “Is that- is that
me
?”

“Yes,” he answered, his eyes hopeful as he
watched her.

She studied the painting, an Impressionistic
study of soft colors and gentle lines. She lay stretched across a
white expanse, her eyes closed in slumber. Her mouth quirked in a
slight half smile while her hair tumbled around her shoulders like
a chocolate halo. A sheet wound its way around her, a strip across
her belly, another strategically across her genitalia, and one
breast peeking out. Her bared flesh was a creamy bronze with rosy
undertones. Bianca reached out with one finger to touch the gentle
rosebud of a mouth he had given her. “Is this how you see me?” she
asked. “It looks like a painting of some Greek goddess.”

“This doesn’t do you justice,” he answered,
his voice shaking with emotion. “I don’t think I’m good enough to
paint you like you deserve, but I wanted to try. I wanted to show
you so you would know that I was trying. I wanted to show you this
because I …” His eyes squeezed shut and he took a deep breath
before meeting her eyes again. “I’m head over heels for you,
Bianca. I never thought I could feel like this about anyone, but
the truth is, I love you. I’m so crazy in love with you. I’ve known
a lot of women, but I never loved any of them. Not one. Even if you
never feel the same way, I wanted you to know.”

One hand crept up and covered her mouth.
“Mason, you silly man. I love you too. How could you doubt it?”

Mason dropped to his knees in front of her,
wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her
abdomen. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” his voice was a
near sob.

“Shh,” she comforted. “Love isn’t about
deserving someone. It’s bigger and cleaner than that.”

“Oh, Bianca,” he shuddered.

She leaned over, kissing the top of his
head, before she lifted his face to hers. Melding her lips to his,
she teased him with her tongue, darting in and out of his mouth. He
groaned, and it pulled hard at her core.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled his shirt
off and began raining kisses across his chest. She bit his nipple,
gently at first, then harder as his breath came in gasps.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked,
struggling for breath.

She smiled as she worked her tongue down his
chest. “Do I really have to try?”

She pushed him until he stretched out on the
floor. “Hold still,” she ordered, and leaned over to unbutton his
jeans with her teeth, her eyes never leaving his.

Mason sucked in a breath. “You tease,” he
ground out.

She smiled at him as she pulled his zipper
down and pushed his jeans down around his hips. He sprang forth,
ready and alert.

“No underwear?” she asked with a wicked
glint in her eyes.

“Just one more layer to take off, baby,” he
grinned. “You drive me crazy, I can’t wait that long.”

“Hmm.” She grasped his manhood and began
moving her hand up and down his length.

Mason gulped. “Oh, baby. You’re hands are so
soft. I love it when you touch me.”

“I want to do more than touch you,” she
purred. Leaning over, she flicked the end of his shaft with her
tongue. His cock jumped in her hand, and his gasps turned to a low,
guttural moan. Spurred by his reaction, she took the entire head of
his penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and up and
down.

“Bianca,” he groaned, reaching down to
caress her hair.

She moved her mouth up and down, taking in
as much of his considerable length as she could. She reveled in the
reaction she drew from him, and she closed her lips around him and
suckled.

“Sweet Jesus!” he panted, his hips lifting
of their own accord to meet her mouth. “You’re gonna kill me with
that sweet mouth of yours.”

Bianca continued to move up and down, her
own excitement inciting her to move faster and faster. Mason
continued to thrust upward, his moans burning a fiery path down to
her moist niche.

Suddenly, Mason reared up, grabbing
her by the shoulders. “I can’t take any more,” he gasped. “I need
to be inside you.
Now
.”

Bianca stripped off her clothes while he
watched with barely contained eagerness.

“I’m so glad you got on the pill,” he
whispered. “I think I’m shaking too much to put on a condom.”

She stood so she could remove her plain
cotton panties, leaning over and doing her best to seductively roll
them down her legs.

“You tease,” he bit out when she knelt back
down. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on top of him,
impaling her with his shaft in one quick movement.

Bianca let out a wanton squeal. “Oh,
Mason!”

Still holding her hips, he thrust upward,
filling her to her limits. Over and over, he pounded into her until
Bianca writhed from pleasure. Moments later, all sensation overtook
her, and she erupted like a volcano, exploding into a million
pieces.

“Yes, baby,” Mason gritted. “Come for
me.”

“Mason, Mason!” she mewed.

He stopped and pulled out, turning her over
to lie on her back. “I need to taste your sweetness,” he whispered,
a moment before he lowered his head and dipped his tongue into her
honeyed folds. He lapped at her flesh, moaning as he went, and the
vibration started a new burn inside her.

“Mason,” she whispered. “Oh, my love.”

“Mmm,” he nuzzled her heat, his tongue
dancing over her clit, titillating her senses. He continued to
lavish her nub until she felt as though she would melt.

“Please,” she begged. “Mason, I need
you.”

He ignored her plea, plunging several
fingers deep into her silky depths instead. Bianca gasped. His
fingers dove in and out, massaging her sleek walls. “Oh, baby,” he
whispered. “You’re so wet. I can’t stop tasting you.” His head
dipped again, his tongue dancing over her flesh like a branding
iron of pleasure.

The pressure mounted, and Bianca couldn’t
stop herself from crying out. Louder and louder her cries grew,
until Mason reared up, swearing . “Fuck, baby, you are so hot. I
can’t take it.”

Hovering over her, he looked down, capturing
her eyes with his own. “I love you, Bianca,” he told her just
before he plunged into her sex, sheathing himself as far as he
could go.

His back arched as he cried out. Pulling
back, he plunged deep inside her again. “You feel so good,” he
gritted.

Bianca lifted her hips to meet each thrust,
pleasure crashing over her. “Mason,” she whimpered. “I love you so
much.”

He groaned, her words spurring him and he
slammed into her, nearly picking her up off the floor. “Bianca,
sweet girl. You’re the only woman for me.”

Over and over they met, Mason pushing deep
and Bianca lifting to allow him access, until the tension crashed
down around them. They climaxed together, the incredible crescendo
taking them to places they’d never been.

Mason collapsed on top of Bianca, gasping
for breath as she wrapped her arms around him and held him
close.

CHAPTER NINE

After what seemed like an hour, Mason lifted
his head and stared down at her. “I’ll have to show you more of my
paintings if this is the sort of response I get.”

She laughed and pushed him off her so she
could straddle him. Her hair fell over her shoulders, cascading
around them and she took his hands in hers as she smiled down at
him. “What a crock. All you have to do is touch me to get this sort
of response.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “Oh?” Snatching away
his hands he grabbed her hips and ground himself against her, his
shaft jumping at the contact.

Bianca gasped. “Again? Already?”

He continued to gyrate his hips as his hands
found her breasts. “Are you complaining?”

“Mm-mm,” she responded, running her hands
down his chest. She leaned over and laid a trail of kisses down his
chest.

She squealed when he sat up suddenly. “Let’s
take this to the bedroom.”

He stood and plucked her off the floor like
she was a bag of air, carrying her through the apartment.

After he set her down on the bed, he pulled
open the drawer to a bedside table. Bianca’s heartbeat quickened as
he withdrew several red silken scarves and blindfold.

“I want to play,” he told her with a
devilish glint in his eyes.

Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach
as she imagined the things he would do to her.
Would he let me do those things to him?
She
wondered suddenly. She decided to find out.

“What if I want to play?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

She sat up and snatched the items from his
hands, rolling over quickly so she knelt on the opposite side of
the bed.

His mouth fell open for a brief moment, and
then he laughed a hearty, full-belly laugh. “Oh, baby, bring it
on,” he told her, spreading his arms wide before he laid down on
the bed.

She hesitated only a moment before she
climbed on the bed and began wrapping the scarves around each of
his wrists, securing them to the bedposts. She straddled him, her
eyes meeting his just before she slipped the blindfold over his
head. His nostrils flared and he surged against her sex.

“Not yet,” she whispered, sliding down his
body.

Her lips trailed down his chest and he
pulled against his restraints. She stopped to nibble on his nipples
and his thick rod nestled against her chest.

“Mmm.” He lifted his hips a bit, rubbing his
manhood against her nipples. “Slip my cock between your breasts,”
he moaned. She complied and he thrust back and forth. “”Hold them
tight,” he instructed her in a throaty whisper. “Fuck me with your
sweet breasts.” Bianca pressed her breasts tight against him and
slid up and down his length. She watched with growing excitement,
until she realized she could reach the head of his shaft with her
tongue. She pushed down hard and ran her tongue over the tip of his
cock.

“Fuck!” he cried out, straining against the
scarves holding him down.

Bianca pushed up and down a few more times
before she let go of her breasts and moved lower so she could take
him into her mouth. Her lips slid over his smooth, hot flesh and
she suckled as she reached up and teased his nipples with her
fingers. His hips lifted to meet her as she took as much of him in
as she could.

“Turn around, sweet girl,” he ordered. “Let
me taste your sweet pussy.”

A thrill ran through Bianca, and she readily
complied. His tongue darted out to lick her moist folds as she
leaned over to take him in her mouth again. His tongue found her
nub and flicked it hard. Bianca moaned as she moved her lips up and
down his length.

Mason continued to tease her, the tip of his
tongue rotating her clit until she squirmed on top of him. She
backed off and moved down his body, her back to him until she
straddled him once again. “I want to feel you inside me,” she
whispered, grasping him in her hands. She lifted her hips and
hovered over him, running the tip of his cock over her heat,
teasing him.

Mason squirmed beneath her. “I want to touch
you. Untie me.”

“I don’t think so,” she purred as she sank
down on him, the new angle stimulating her in delicious new
ways.

“Ahh!” he cried. His hips bucked wildly as
she lifted her own and slammed back down on him.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he panted. “Please
let me touch you.
Please
.”

Bianca ignored him, throwing her head back
and rotating her hips, moving in a circular motion. He moaned and
cried out each time she came down on him, and her core throbbed
with the sensation.

“You’re driving me crazy. I can’t take much
more.”

Bianca slowed her movements, sliding down
his length as slowly as possible.

“Tease,” he growled and a moment later, she
heard a ferocious ripping noise and she peeked over her shoulder to
see Mason tearing free of his restraints. He pulled his blindfold
off and grabbed her hips, slamming her down on his hard shaft.

“Mason!” she trembled.

He sat up and put a hand on her back,
pushing her down until she was on her hands and knees. He knelt
behind her and grabbed her hips, his cock probing her moist depths
until he found her entrance and plunged deep. He pulled back, and
thrust again, setting a brutal pace as he pounded into her.