I rub it between my fingers. “I’m guessing the cornstarch mixture. I worked a haunted house once. You guys kick ass.”
He beams, then gets back into character. I get Matthew through the rest of the house and kiss him hungrily behind the house. He threads his fingers through my hair, kissing me again and again. I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against him as I lose myself in the kiss.
He’s not angling for sex or pushing me forward. He’s just happy to kiss me and something about that alone sets him apart from the other guys. I moan and Matthew pulls away.
“You’re fearless.”
“I did work in a haunted house. Once you see how it works, it’s not nearly as scary. And I didn’t like seeing you so pale.”
He blushes and we get through the rest of the carnival. He wins me a stuffed animal and I win him a shot glass, because I don’t want to be outdone. We’re still laughing in the car at how mad the clown got when I dunked him and how Matthew corrected his insults by targeting the grammar and talking to him like he was an angry student in Matthew’s classroom.
When we get back to my place, I show him where to park and we crash on the couch together. I ask if he likes Chinese food, then surprise him by ordering for us both. Matthew just shakes his head at me. “You’re something else, Bella. You know that?”
“I’ve been called plenty of things.”
“It’s wonderful. I like how determined you are, how ambitious you are, and how you take control of situations. You don’t really fight; you just say what you mean and then you’re done with it.”
“I like how you shame people for bad insults.” I giggle. “And how determined you are to treat me well. Even though …”
His face drops a little. “I know. You’re not mine. We’re sharing you.”
I snuggle closer to him and kiss his jaw. “I’m all yours right now, Matthew. I have been since you picked me up.”
He sighs and kisses me slowly. We make out on the couch like overeager teenagers. I wrap a leg around him as He caresses my side. I gasp, getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, and laugh softly. “I’d be happy to pass out kissing you, Matthew.”
“Am I too heavy?” He gets up quickly and makes sure I’m okay.
I just roll my eyes. We eat dinner while watching a movie on Netflix, laughing together and talking whenever the movie reminds us of a story. This might just be the best date I’ve ever been on.
Matthew’s so genuine, so entirely and completely himself. He never pretends and it makes me do the same. When I sniff at the end of the movie, Matthew doesn’t laugh at me, he brushes my tears from my cheeks and I realize he’s crying too. I wipe his eyes and he snorts.
“I’m pitiful.”
“It’s cute. You should show your emotions when you feel them.”
Just like that, his mouth is on mine again. We make out, but then Matthew picks me up. “Where’s your room.”
“Too good for the couch?”
“You’retoo good for the couch.” He corrects.
I point him to the bedroom and he carries me to the bed. Matthew strips me slowly, then caresses me slowly. He purrs compliments against my skin as he explores my naked body with his mouth and hands.
He takes his time, making every bit of me oversensitive as he layers me with affection. I pull off his t-shirt and stroke over his gorgeous body. Every plane of soft muscle. He’s toned rather than bulky, but the lean muscle works on him. His warm, silky skin is hairless which is amazing.
We spend so much time just touching and kissing each other, I almost forget that sex is an option. But Matthew spreads my legs and licks my slit. I gasp and run my fingers through his thick blonde hair. His deep blue eyes focus on me as he laps and sucks my clit.
Pushing two fingers inside me nearly pushes me over the edge. My back arches and I give myself over to Matthew entirely. I don’t worry about being sexy, about putting on a show, about any of that. I just enjoy his mouth and fingers and let out breathy moans and squirm against him until I come.
Matthew climbs up my body, kissing and licking across my skin until I’m trembling from even the more innocent touches. He kisses the hollow under my ear. “I want to make you feel good, Bella. You work so hard pleasing so many people.”
“I like being useful.” I pant.
“And you are. But I’m going to worship you, just like you deserve.”
I groan as he slowly guides his cock inside me. My eyes flutter. The head of his cock is perfect in a way I never thought was possible. I mean, I’ve always liked sex, but with Matthew, I like his dick too. It’s weird to think, something I’d never say, but hot damn is he just … perfect.
Matthew cups the back of my head and kisses me hungrily as he slowly rocks into me again and again. I wrap a leg around him and savor our one-on-one time. I’ve wanted this, just him since I met him. And I’m finally getting more than I even fantasized he’d be.