butterflies in my stomach and warmness spreading across my skin.
Most important to me, the insatiable need to curl up beside him just to hear him breathe.
“Patricia.”
A squeak escaped my lips when I saw Matt standing in the doorway. Crap, I forgot to close the hallway door. I snatched a towel and covered my massive mammaries.
“I, uh.” My eyes wandered over Matt’s bare chest, soaking in the ripples of his abs. I couldn’t think straight with him in front of me like a man-meat buffet.
“I’m such an ass.” I groaned, one hand holding the towel covering my boobs and the other smothering my face.
“No, you’re not. I am.” Matt sighed and leaned against the doorframe. “I’ve just had my share of fucked up relationships. Pardon the language.”
“Fuck? My favorite word.” I half-smiled before coughing. “Ditto on the relationships. Scary, isn’t it?”
“Hug?” He opened his arms wide, and I accepted. Why not? I breathed in his scent, stifling a moan of pleasure. My lips trailed along his neckline, and my tongue begged for a taste.
“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” I chuckled. His hands massaged the small of my back, and I purred.
“I thought good girls had pure thoughts?”
“I got a secret,” I whispered in his ear. “I haven’t been innocent for a long time, and your hands are artistry in motion.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know if I can handle someone as wicked as you.”
“Tease,” I murmured, nuzzling his neck while his hands kept kneading.
“How about we start a full body massage without any strings attached?”
I snorted only to groan as he pressed just the right spot on my lower back. Breathless, I said ‘yes’ into his ear. My body crashed into the soft sheets on my bed. The warmth of his touch was the best caress I’d had in … I don’t know. His fingers never strayed, and he managed to get me naked. I don’t remember how except for the brief whisper of cloth against skin. I wanted to lose control, to position myself in a way to seduce Matt. Excruciating didn’t describe the burning need to bury my head in his chest. To take in his musky scent and feel his warm lips pressed against mine.
Matt straddled my hips but made no move to go any further than the mind-bending massage. The flow of his fingers along my spine, kneading and soothing, caressed me to the core. His rigid manhood could not be contained in his tight jeans, pressing against my buttocks with every stroke of his hands. Did he expect me to beg like those women in the stack of romance novels shoved to the back of my closet? That was so not me.
He rolled off and propped himself up with an elbow, an infectious smile on his face.
“So.” I trailed a finger down his bare chest and to the back of his pants, giving his butt a squeeze. My hand started up his spine. My wanting clawed its way out, and I trailed my lips up his neck.
Our lips locked, and the heat from his body sent shivers through my body. Matt broke it off to utter one phrase. “No strings attached.”
“None whatsoever. I mean it.” My speech slurred, and I rocked him onto his back, snapping his belt open. I started thinking of a thousand positions in which to test his agility, already knowing my flexibility. It wasn’t long before that mammoth cock lay firm in my expert hands. I stroked it a few times before pausing. Angling over Matt to the nightstand, I pulled the drawer open. I took out the last condom, frowning at the date. Still good, but I gazed at his girth and wondered if it would work.
My eyebrows raised, and I showed it to him. He shook his head. Damn . Slumping back, I eyed him. I can’t believe it! So close and yet so far. I wasn’t paranoid about getting pregnant—that’s why I used birth control.
I wanted to ride Matt until sunrise. The last rubber would stretch beyond hope on Gargantua the Super Dick. I flicked the wrapped latex balloon behind me and straddled
Most important to me, the insatiable need to curl up beside him just to hear him breathe.
“Patricia.”
A squeak escaped my lips when I saw Matt standing in the doorway. Crap, I forgot to close the hallway door. I snatched a towel and covered my massive mammaries.
“I, uh.” My eyes wandered over Matt’s bare chest, soaking in the ripples of his abs. I couldn’t think straight with him in front of me like a man-meat buffet.
“I’m such an ass.” I groaned, one hand holding the towel covering my boobs and the other smothering my face.
“No, you’re not. I am.” Matt sighed and leaned against the doorframe. “I’ve just had my share of fucked up relationships. Pardon the language.”
“Fuck? My favorite word.” I half-smiled before coughing. “Ditto on the relationships. Scary, isn’t it?”
“Hug?” He opened his arms wide, and I accepted. Why not? I breathed in his scent, stifling a moan of pleasure. My lips trailed along his neckline, and my tongue begged for a taste.
“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” I chuckled. His hands massaged the small of my back, and I purred.
“I thought good girls had pure thoughts?”
“I got a secret,” I whispered in his ear. “I haven’t been innocent for a long time, and your hands are artistry in motion.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know if I can handle someone as wicked as you.”
“Tease,” I murmured, nuzzling his neck while his hands kept kneading.
“How about we start a full body massage without any strings attached?”
I snorted only to groan as he pressed just the right spot on my lower back. Breathless, I said ‘yes’ into his ear. My body crashed into the soft sheets on my bed. The warmth of his touch was the best caress I’d had in … I don’t know. His fingers never strayed, and he managed to get me naked. I don’t remember how except for the brief whisper of cloth against skin. I wanted to lose control, to position myself in a way to seduce Matt. Excruciating didn’t describe the burning need to bury my head in his chest. To take in his musky scent and feel his warm lips pressed against mine.
Matt straddled my hips but made no move to go any further than the mind-bending massage. The flow of his fingers along my spine, kneading and soothing, caressed me to the core. His rigid manhood could not be contained in his tight jeans, pressing against my buttocks with every stroke of his hands. Did he expect me to beg like those women in the stack of romance novels shoved to the back of my closet? That was so not me.
He rolled off and propped himself up with an elbow, an infectious smile on his face.
“So.” I trailed a finger down his bare chest and to the back of his pants, giving his butt a squeeze. My hand started up his spine. My wanting clawed its way out, and I trailed my lips up his neck.
Our lips locked, and the heat from his body sent shivers through my body. Matt broke it off to utter one phrase. “No strings attached.”
“None whatsoever. I mean it.” My speech slurred, and I rocked him onto his back, snapping his belt open. I started thinking of a thousand positions in which to test his agility, already knowing my flexibility. It wasn’t long before that mammoth cock lay firm in my expert hands. I stroked it a few times before pausing. Angling over Matt to the nightstand, I pulled the drawer open. I took out the last condom, frowning at the date. Still good, but I gazed at his girth and wondered if it would work.
My eyebrows raised, and I showed it to him. He shook his head. Damn . Slumping back, I eyed him. I can’t believe it! So close and yet so far. I wasn’t paranoid about getting pregnant—that’s why I used birth control.
I wanted to ride Matt until sunrise. The last rubber would stretch beyond hope on Gargantua the Super Dick. I flicked the wrapped latex balloon behind me and straddled
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