Isabella’s P.O.V.Yearning.
Yes, you read it right; that’s what I was feeling at this moment. I was yearning for his touch, I wanted his hands all over me; in places I never thought I would ever want to be touched especially from someone with whom I don’t have any kind of relationship. YET!
“He is our mate idiot, you don’t need a tag to crave his touch” I hear Aurora remind me as if I have turned stupid to realize that.
“No shit Sherlock. You think I don’t know that?” I ask her.
She doesn’t reply back but Mason asks again, “Babe you still there?”
I gulp, thinking what am I supposed to reply to that with; not to this question but to his earlier statement about dreaming me in his bed in between the sheets and that to Naked.
His words not mine.
Finally I come up with a very nice way to deal with it, I fake a yawn; yup a loud, audible and quite fake yawn as I say, “Would you look at the time, no wonder I’m so tired.”
“Aha. I bet you are” I hear him say, sarcasm lacing his words.
That smug bastard knows that I’m lying.
But I still don’t back down as I say, “Yes I am and now I’m going to sleep. Good night Macey.” I disconnect the call without even listening to his response, I can bet my life on it that he must be smirking right now at my uneasy, awkward self adding this statement to his lists of how to embarrass me. After disconnecting his call, I keep it on my bedside stand and lean back to try and sleep; but to my bad luck, I can’t; reason being Mason’s words. As his words keep running through my mind, I feel the wetness pool in between my legs, soaking my panties with the need to be touched.
I try to ignore the fire igniting within my core and shut my eyes tight, thinking about something that will distract my thoughts enough to make it stop; but it does not help either. Finally acquiring enough courage to touch myself, I slowly slide my hand down the length of my body starting from my neck. Moving my fingers across my collar bone and trailing them further down towards the swells of my body; I spread my fingers over my right globe that augments my bodily feature, I can feel my nipple which is perked up due to the attention given to it.
I squeeze it within my palm and without even realizing a guttered moan escapes me, biting my lower lip I try to control and notch down the voices leaving my mouth; worried about my siblings hearing them. As my right hand is busy squeezing my right boob, my left hand starts trailing inside my t-shirt, upwards from my side moving towards my left boob, who is craving the attention and quite jealous of its fellow partner bathing in all the attention while it gets none. As my fingers touch my naked skin, weird yet blissful impulse rises from the places where they come in contact with each other. Growing a mind of its own, my index finger circles around my left nipple, making me drip at an unimaginable tempo; slowly my thumb joins my index finger as they both form a team to pinch the aroused perky bud within its hold, making me moan out a loud, not just moan but moan someone’s name out loud, shocking myself as the name escapes my lips, “Ohhh Mason.”
Continuing the assault on my left bud, my right hand loosens its grip on my right boob as it slowly moves downwards, itching to get to the place which needs utmost attention at this moment. Slowly reaching my waist, my fingers enter the band of my shorts as they crawl over my skin, shifting the waistband of my panties and finally hovering above the destination. I am too engrossed in my own thoughts to sense the upsurge in temperature around me; my breathing gets a little labored as the excitement arises within me at the idea of self pleasure. Finally getting down from the high horse of excitement and my thoughts, before they make me change my plans; I spread my fingers a little over the spot to part the lips as my middle finger moves past the boundaries and touch my swollen bud.
“Ahhhhhhh” a sound leaves my mouth as if just a touch was enough to make me turn into mush; a thought passes my mind about if my fingers could do that what could Mason’s fingers do, Oh my god what could his dick do?
As this thought overtakes my mind, the grip on my nipple tightens taking me to a different level of pleasure, at the same time the finger touching my clitoris starts moving in a circular fashion, rubbing circles. I’m so occupied by the movement and the thoughts running in my mind, that I don’t notice the increase in my voice, every time a little louder than earlier. My left hand moves from my boob leaving the boob at rest as it moves to grip the sheets of my bed; sweat drops start forming on my forehead as well as in the crook of my neck. I can feel a knot of something unknown forming within the pit of my stomach as my breathing gets labored making me take large amount of air through my mouth to keep up with the feeling while staying alive.
The movement within my panties gets faster by the minute as I feel my eyes shutting down, with white spots clouding my vision; rubbing my clit in a heavenly god manner, I loud gasp leaves my mouth followed by a moan shouting Mason’s name as I feel myself emptying the content of my very first orgasm all over my fingers, drenching my panties as well as my shorts up to an extent. I close my eyes to gather my thoughts and calm my breathing, my left hand moves to rest on my forehead to wipe away the sweat beads laying all over it. I’m too busy getting down from the after myth, when I hear my bedroom door open with a creek; thoughts about my moans being too loud cloud my mind as I turn my head to see who it is. Slightly closing my eyes to pray to the Moon Goddess to save me from the embarrassment, I see Winston standing by my door, rubbing his cute little eyes as he asks, “Are you sick mommy? I heard you shout.”
I knew it I was too loud.
I look at him for a second to come up with an excuse, he looks at me as his expression turns worried, I say, “Mommy is fine baby. I just saw a bad dream.”
“Do you want me to sleep with you?” he asks, I know he is asking my permission to sleep here with me, but I also know it’s just for formality. Because even if I deny him, he will come after some time again to check if I’m asleep and when he is confirmed that I’m he sneaks into my bed, hiding his head in the crook of my neck and that’s when he falls asleep. He thinks I don’t know about his sneaky ways, but I do and it’s not just him, I know the other two will be right behind him as well.
“Okay. Come on in” I say as I get up to get changed into a pair of fresh panties, getting rid of the smell of my release from over me. He sees me moving and asks, “Where are you going mammy?”
“Mommy has to pee, baby. I’ll be back in a minute, is that okay?” I ask him. He nods to my question and I make my way to my closet, taking a pair of fresh clothes, I walk in to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I take a quick bath, cleaning the residue of my release; I dry myself and change into a new pair of night suit as I walk outside. A muffled laugh leaves my mouth at the sight in front of me; all three boys are sprawled upon my bed with lots of space between them for me to sleep.
I walk up to them and ask, “When did you too get here?”
Lucas has his eyes closed, he is trying really hard to portray himself as if he is asleep and is failing miserably, whereas Theo who is usually the sleepy one is looking at me, pleading with his eyes as he says, “I want to sleep with you too mommy” I smile at him when I see Lucas nudges Theo with his elbow to tell him something, and I understand what it is when Theo speaks again, “and I couldn’t leave Lucas alone in the room, so I brought him with me.”
“Is that the only reason why you brought Lucas with you?” I ask him, trying hard to control the smile from forming on my lips; he turns towards Lucas, to look at him once as he says, “No. He wants to sleep with you too mommy.”
I give them a smile and say, “Okay then, it’s a mommy-baby sleepover tonight” Theo cheers a Yeah, Winston shouts a Yes and a smile forms on Lucas’s face, I finally think about bringing him out of his misery as I say, “I know you’re awake Lucas. You can’t fool mommy sweetie.” He visibly tenses before I start tickling his sides and he bursts out laughing and shouting, “Hahaha. Nooooo Stop it mommy. My stomach hurts. Hahaha.”
Dropping a kiss on their foreheads, I settle between them with Lucas on my right, Theo on my left and Winston on my stomach, we get ready for our blissful sleep. Pulling the blanket over all of us, slowly sleep consumes us as we all drift away to our own peaceful slumber.