Mason's hand found my cock again, stroking firmly. "Teach me. Show me what you like."So I did. I guided his hand, showing him the pressure and rhythm I preferred, the way to twist his wrist on the upstroke, how to thumb the sensitive spot just below the head.He was a quick study. Within minutes he had me on the edge, my hips thrusting into his grip, pleasure building at the base of my spine."Going to come," I warned."Do it," Mason said, his voice dark with arousal. "Want to watch you. Want to see your face when you come for me."His words pushed me over. I came hard, my release coating his hand and stomach, my whole body shuddering with the intensity of it.We lay there afterward, both breathing hard, both covered in the evidence of what we'd done."So," Mason said after a moment. "That happened."I laughed, some of the tension breaking. "That definitely happened.""No regrets?" he asked, turning his head to look at me."None," I said honestly. "You?""None," he echoed. "But I hav
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