He frowned briefly. “But this is still—,”
She scanned his face, pressing a hand to his chest. “I know, still just make-believe.”
He frowned for the briefest moment. “I was going to say complicated.”
“No, it’s incredibly easy, actually.” And then she lifted up and kissed him, smiling against his mouth to show him that no matter how godawful his aunt was, no matter how messed up his situation with his ex, what was happening between them was easy and could be fun—no drama, no emotions, no future, no pressure, no strings.
They moved in unison towards the leather couches, kissing, touching, removing clothes, fevered, desperate, overcome by mutual hunger, until they tumbled down together, a jumble of limbs against the furniture, Matthieu above Skye, kissing her, hands roaming her body, mouth tasting her, flicking her nipples, outlining her breasts, moving lower, then back to her lips again, until she pushed him, tumbling him off the couch onto the floor, where a soft carpet caught them.
They both laughed, but it was a manic, crazed sound, interspersed with fast breaths, as though neither could get enough air into their lungs and then they came together again, lips melded, movements urgent, until they were completely naked. There was no time to look as she wanted to—a greater need drove Skye. She felt his body all over, touching him with her fingertips, kneading him with her palms, his skin warm and supple to the touch, his muscles toned, until she came around to his front and curved her hands over his arousal, the strength and size of it taking her breath away.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore, closing his eyes on a harsh hiss. “That feels good.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, running her hands over his length, slowly at first, and then faster, feeling him throb in her palm. Power was like dynamite in her chest. In that moment, she was a goddess, capable of anything.
“I need you,” she muttered against his cheek, lifting up to bite on his earlobe.
His response was to flip them again, moving her easily onto her back so he straddled her, his eyes locked to hers, as if asking a silent question, to which she could only smile. A moment later, he reached over her head, grabbing for his wallet. Removing a condom, he sheathed himself, protecting them both from unwanted consequences and complications, and then, poised over her, he kissed her once more, slowly now, tentatively, as if tasting her, while his knee pushed her legs wider apart and the tip of his cock nudged at her entrance, so slowly that she tore her mouth away to beg him for more.
“I said I need you,” she complained, earning a husky laugh and then, he drove into her.
“Like this?”
He took her hard and fast, filling her, so her muscles tightened around him convulsively, owning him, making him a part of her body, so he cursed under his breath and stayed exactly where he was, his own needs making it hard to be in control of that moment. He lay there, feeling her tightness, and she tried to catch hold of her breath, but then he pulled out of her and drove back in, and his hand moved to her clit, teasing her as his body totally dominated her, owning her, making her realise that for all she’d had boyfriends, she’d never had sex before: not like this. This wasn’t just sex. It was something else altogether, something otherworldly, something that was driving her into an abyss, beyond the point of consciousness.
His stubbled jaw dragged across her breasts, his tongue flicking her nipples as he moved his body until she was at breaking point, and then, as she fell apart completely, he held her tight, rocking her as she spasmed wildly out of control, her voice a shriek in his spacious office, so she was vaguely glad it was evening and that no one was working outside. But there was no time for that consideration. Not when he was still filling her, not when he was determined not to let her rest. A moment later, he was stirring her to fever pitch with every stroke of his skilled, beautiful body, until she was trembling in his arms, trying to catch her breath, only this time he was with her, swallowing her cries with his mouth as he kissed her, his own body wracked with an explosion of pleasure, his orgasm fierce and all-consuming, their euphoria in perfect unison, as so much of them seemed to be.