Mason leaned against Nick, pressing her lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling. He could tell she was aroused, and his own desire warmed him from the inside to feel that she wanted him. Always wanting to please her, always, in every way he could, but especially the pleasure of arousal and satisfaction, it brought him such tranquility and inner peace to give her that gift of himself. He hadn't understood what she wanted at first, but slowly, she'd told him of her desires, and once told he never forgot, as long as the desire was consistent. Mason's were in fact pretty consistent, and one thing she almost always wanted when she started to get amorous on the couch was for him to slip off and kneel beside it. Sometimes she'd get up and circle around him, touching his shoulders and neck, caressing, and she wanted him to stay still for this, letting her take her pleasure, and he did, the caresses lifting his spirits like nothing else. She was so different from Constance, yet the feelings were so much the same, tender love, constant care, peace from bringing pleasure to such a perfect lover. Only different ways to please each, and as he understood Mason more he knew better and better how to do just as she wished.
This time she did not take her time circling him, teasing, but instead, sat in front of where he knelt, slouching forward on the sofa, wrapping her legs around his neck and shoulders. She pulled him closer with her legs, then reached down to slip her loose silk trousers off, pressing them to his face so he was blinded for a time and breathing her scent so strong in her clothing that he felt nearly overwhelmed for a moment, as the light silk wrapped around his face and he heard her moaning, knew this was arousing her, and the calm stayed with him, even in the midst of his own arousal of growing intensity, as though a part of him stayed aloof, watching the rest of him succumb to her erotic power. She crossed her legs behind his head, pulling the cloth tighter and tighter across his face, he opened his mouth a bit and pressed his tongue to the material. At that she relaxed slightly and lifted her legs above his head, kicking off the pants, wrapped her legs around his head again. Ohhh yes, he pressed his mouth to her sex, drinking in the luscious, delicate juices, giving her the slow long strokes he'd learned she liked at this point in their lovemaking, listening to her breathing, to her sweet sounds of pleasure, feeling the heat grow against his mouth, oh yes, he knew this process, had dedicated himself to learning it, to perfecting it, to bringing her the pleasure her perfection demanded from him, and now he stepped through the process, that guiding part of him ensuring it was just right, the rest of him drowning in the sensations, the tranquility, the wondrous peaceful joy.
Mason felt him struggle to breathe as she wrapped her pants around his face with her legs, half on half off her, but she knew he was okay, he would tell her if he was not okay. She pressed harder, the quiet struggles of her lover sending waves of red passion over her vision, till she was nearly blind herself, then finally released him, only to smother him again in her own tender flesh, feeling her nipples harden in sympathy to her arousal, the glowing red of lust, of desire, of the heat of his mouth, overwhelming her, she could not see, with closed eyes the light glowed through redgolden, the very scarlet of her need, and his teeth applied just the right pressure to her nub, and his tongue flickered over just that spot she needed it to, and she felt herself rise, hips thrust uncontrollably, moaning aloud in her own ears a strange sound, as the red blinded and drowned and deafened her all at once, she gasped, it kept her from breathing for long moments, then she gasped again and it just kept going, a seeming infinite moment as she climaxed. And then soft waves of blue and green washed away the red and she could see again, senses bathed in release, her eyes opened and her legs relaxed their hold and she slid down onto Nick's lap, wrapping her arms around him tight, and holding him as he held her, their bodies close in blissful union.