whole body hummed being so close to him.
But for once, Matthew didn't seem to be able to read me. He stepped back and crossed his arms. "Uh, it's okay. I know things got a little intense before and it's late or early or whatever. I can just see you later, I guess."
I barked out a laugh and threw my arms around his neck. "God, don't you ever shut up?" Before he could reply I kissed him hard and deep, pressing myself against him as hard as I could.
He froze for a second and then kissed me back. His mouth devoured mine and a low, hungry sound emanated from his chest. He shifted us and walked me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We tumbled down, frantically touching skin and tearing at clothes, sucking at each other's lips hard enough to bruise. It was like a dam had flooded and every second was an eternity.
Matthew yanked off the top and shorts I'd thrown on after my shower, running his hands over my still damp skin, making me shudder. He licked down over my chin and neck, down between my breasts to the swell of my stomach. Holding me still with his hands on my hips, he kissed and nipped at my least favorite part of me, worshipping what I always wished I could hide.
Squirming as desire threatened to drive me insane, I wondered how such an unsexy part of my body could feel so erotic. And then, as one of his hands slipped between my thighs, all thoughts left me entirely.
As his fingers touched me I moaned and arched my back. It felt like every minute we'd ever spent together had led to this and I couldn't wait anymore.
"Please," I said, gasping.
He chuckled. "In a hurry?"
"Yes."
Without a word, Matthew finished undressing himself. He rose up to kiss me on the mouth while he unwrapped a condom and rolled it down his thick length. Keeping eye contact, he positioned himself between my legs, spread me open with shaking fingers and then slid inside.
I groaned as he filled me, slowly, perfectly.
"You are so beautiful," Matthew whispered, holding himself up over me with his forearms.
I pushed his hair out of his eyes and rolled my hips, cherishing the sensation of him inside me, finally. It felt like my body was made just for this, just for him.
He pulled back a fraction and then slid home again. And then again. And then once more. I gripped his hips as we found a perfect rhythm, sliding over and against each other, skin to skin, heart to heart.
As heat coiled deep within me I wanted to shut my eyes, but I wouldn't let myself. Keeping my gaze locked on those deep, soulful hazel eyes centered and excited me. The combination of passion and care in them was almost too much to take. But I took it happily, took all of him and gave all of me.
Matthew cupped the back of my neck in one hand and pressed his forehead against mine. Thrusting deeper and faster, he pushed me higher and higher. Watching the strain on his face and feeling the tension filling his body, I knew he was close. I clenched down and moaned, biting my lip to keep from screaming as my own climax exploded suddenly, filling me with delicious fire.
He joined me, holding himself still as he pulsated and erupted, nestled completely inside me.
After an eternity, he rolled onto his side, our bodies still joined, and wrapped his arms around me. Matthew's heart pounded against my chest as he stroked my hair, panting.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. There was nothing to say. I wanted to live in this moment forever, so much more deeply connected with him than I'd ever been with anyone.
We held each other silently for a long time, until the cool air in the room made goosebumps on my skin and I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked, voice barely audible, even two inches from my face, full of the same satisfaction and sweet fatigue I felt.
"A little."
He shifted to pull the sheet over us and winced.
"You okay?"
He nodded. "Just moved weird. I'm getting old, I guess."
"Yeah, right." Something about his answer pinged in my mind, but I was too
But for once, Matthew didn't seem to be able to read me. He stepped back and crossed his arms. "Uh, it's okay. I know things got a little intense before and it's late or early or whatever. I can just see you later, I guess."
I barked out a laugh and threw my arms around his neck. "God, don't you ever shut up?" Before he could reply I kissed him hard and deep, pressing myself against him as hard as I could.
He froze for a second and then kissed me back. His mouth devoured mine and a low, hungry sound emanated from his chest. He shifted us and walked me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We tumbled down, frantically touching skin and tearing at clothes, sucking at each other's lips hard enough to bruise. It was like a dam had flooded and every second was an eternity.
Matthew yanked off the top and shorts I'd thrown on after my shower, running his hands over my still damp skin, making me shudder. He licked down over my chin and neck, down between my breasts to the swell of my stomach. Holding me still with his hands on my hips, he kissed and nipped at my least favorite part of me, worshipping what I always wished I could hide.
Squirming as desire threatened to drive me insane, I wondered how such an unsexy part of my body could feel so erotic. And then, as one of his hands slipped between my thighs, all thoughts left me entirely.
As his fingers touched me I moaned and arched my back. It felt like every minute we'd ever spent together had led to this and I couldn't wait anymore.
"Please," I said, gasping.
He chuckled. "In a hurry?"
"Yes."
Without a word, Matthew finished undressing himself. He rose up to kiss me on the mouth while he unwrapped a condom and rolled it down his thick length. Keeping eye contact, he positioned himself between my legs, spread me open with shaking fingers and then slid inside.
I groaned as he filled me, slowly, perfectly.
"You are so beautiful," Matthew whispered, holding himself up over me with his forearms.
I pushed his hair out of his eyes and rolled my hips, cherishing the sensation of him inside me, finally. It felt like my body was made just for this, just for him.
He pulled back a fraction and then slid home again. And then again. And then once more. I gripped his hips as we found a perfect rhythm, sliding over and against each other, skin to skin, heart to heart.
As heat coiled deep within me I wanted to shut my eyes, but I wouldn't let myself. Keeping my gaze locked on those deep, soulful hazel eyes centered and excited me. The combination of passion and care in them was almost too much to take. But I took it happily, took all of him and gave all of me.
Matthew cupped the back of my neck in one hand and pressed his forehead against mine. Thrusting deeper and faster, he pushed me higher and higher. Watching the strain on his face and feeling the tension filling his body, I knew he was close. I clenched down and moaned, biting my lip to keep from screaming as my own climax exploded suddenly, filling me with delicious fire.
He joined me, holding himself still as he pulsated and erupted, nestled completely inside me.
After an eternity, he rolled onto his side, our bodies still joined, and wrapped his arms around me. Matthew's heart pounded against my chest as he stroked my hair, panting.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. There was nothing to say. I wanted to live in this moment forever, so much more deeply connected with him than I'd ever been with anyone.
We held each other silently for a long time, until the cool air in the room made goosebumps on my skin and I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked, voice barely audible, even two inches from my face, full of the same satisfaction and sweet fatigue I felt.
"A little."
He shifted to pull the sheet over us and winced.
"You okay?"
He nodded. "Just moved weird. I'm getting old, I guess."
"Yeah, right." Something about his answer pinged in my mind, but I was too
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