I wrap my calf around the back of Matt’s thigh, squirming underneath him. He rolls his hips, grinding against me, and I let out a gasp. The towel is giving him a lot of freedom. As his hard length rubs between us, my eyes roll back in my head, and I shiver, excitement building.
Matt reaches between us. He walks his fingers down my thigh until he finds the hem of my dress. He drags it upward, the tips of his fingers teasing my skin. I smile against his lips, my heart singing with every caress. God, I feel good with him. I feel complete, like I’ve been missing him my whole life and just didn’t know it.
“What are you grinning at, Ms. Crawford?” Matt asks, his lips brushing mine with every word.
“You,” I say, running my hand through his hair. “You just make me feel good.”
Matt arches a brow. “Just good?” His fingers caress my inner thigh, working their way higher.
“Really good,” I say breathlessly. His dimples and tousled hair give him a roguish air that has me trembling with anticipation.
“I can do better than that,” he says with a grin. He kisses me soul-deep, and I can almost taste the electric need between us. Matt’s fingers find their way inside my underwear, stroking through my curls with heart-stopping tenderness. My heart races, ricocheting off my ribs with every touch. Slowly, gently, he presses a finger inside me.
“Oh, my god, yes,” I breathe out, arching my back as he rubs a spot deep inside of me. A spot Idefinitelyhaven’t been hitting with my vibrator. Matt grins devilishly, pulling the top of my dress down. His tongue flicks over my nipple and the burst of warmth is followed by the icy sensation of cool air chilling wet skin.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Matt growls, drawing the taut peak between his lips. Currents zip through my body, swelling and stealing my inhibitions. “So tight. So wet.” His thumb circles my clit, but my panties keep getting in his way. He growls and yanks them down my legs. I kick them off, desperate to have his finger back. He slides the same finger back in, but the delicious stretch, the aching fullness is fading.
“More,” I gasp out, twisting my fingers into his thick hair. He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. He presses a second finger against my entrance, taking his time to work it in. My vision closes in, a torrent of pleasure threatening to carry me off.
I tug at the towel, still wrapped around his hips. It falls away, and I toss it to the floor. Reaching down between us, I cautiously stroke the head of his penis. He’s hard. So much harder than I was expecting. Matt groans against my lips, his breath turning to ragged pants as I feel the weight of him, circle my fingers around his length, and give him a tentative stroke.
“That feels so good, baby,” he grits out, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, hitting that spot over and over until I’m wound up like a rubber band. An ache twirls in my lower abdomen, exploratory tendrils of pleasure curl out from it. I pump my hand along his length, the silky soft skin sliding over veins and an engorged head.
“Ahh… Just like that, baby,” Matt mutters, the heel of his hand taking over for his thumb. “That’s perfect.”
“I want you. Now.” The words slip from my lips before I’ve really thought it through, and Matt raises his eyes to meet mine.
“Chels, I wasn’t expecting anything—” Matt starts, looking dubious.
“I know,” I reply, my breath coming in impatient pants. “But I’m sure.”
Matt watches my eyes intently, as if trying to read my mind, but he’s not going to find any doubts if he succeeds. This feels undeniablyright.
“I don’t want anything between us,” he says. His eyes are intense. He has this way of focusing so intensely that it makes me feel like I’m the only thing that exists in the universe. Well, his universe anyway. He lays a hand on my stomach, his fingertips flexing against my skin. “I want to come inside you.” Matt nips at my neck. “I want to coat every inch of this tight pussy with my cum. I want to claim you. Keep you. I want to see you round with my baby.”
I feel my eyes go wide. My inner feminist should be balking at the idea of being claimed. Of being owned. It’s so… primal. It seems dirty and wrong—so why the hell does my heart slam inside of my chest with every beat? Matt’s fingers make a wet sound as he works me higher, and my inner feminist grabs a magazine and takes a seat in the waiting room.
“So wet,” he groans. “You like that, don’t you baby?”
I nod and let out a whimper, my mouth incapable of forming anything else. Matt’s lips brush the shell of my ear.
“You want me to fuck you? To fill you up and make you come on my cock?” I nod again, but Matt wants more. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do with this pretty pussy.”
He bites the crook where my neck and shoulder meet, sending hair-raising tingles of pleasure down my spine. “I…” I start out, my voice trembling. I’ve never even heard someone talk like that. It’s filthy—but I love it. “I want you to claim me.” My voice wavers, but I infuse as much conviction into it as I can. “I want you to f-fuck me. I want to be yours.” God, I want that so badly.
Matt sits up, pulling me up with him. “Take this off,” he mutters between kisses. He lifts my dress over my head, throws it aside, and sits in the middle of the bed. “Come here, baby.” Matt pulls me into his lap, straddling his hips. His hard-on juts between us, a glistening bead of fluid at the tip. I drag my finger through the bead and lick the salty musk of his arousal.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Matt whispers, wrapping his hand around his dick. I try not to look at it too hard. He’s way bigger than my vibrator. I’m afraid that if I think about it too much, I’m going to chicken out. He strokes it, twisting his wrist as he gets to the head, and another drop of pre-cum pools at tip. It’s strangely fascinating, especially when he rubs the head between my folds, tapping my clit. I gasp at the sweeping sensation. Matt lines himself up, the thick tip resting against my entrance.
“You’re sure?” he asks, stroking my hair back from my face. A little worry line forms between his brows as he watches me with those intense eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck, my chest swelling with affection. He talks a big game, but he’s a marshmallow inside, and that just makes me fall for him even harder.
I nod and let out a shaky breath. “Very sure.” Sure, he’s hung like a mountain troll, but I know, deep down, that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
“We’ll go slow,” he promises, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss so affectionate, so full of the emotion spilling out of both of us, that it makes my chest tight. “You’re in charge,” he chuckles in a pained way.
“I’m in charge?” I laugh breathlessly. “The virgin?”
“For now…” There’s a promise in his eyes and I have no doubt his turn is coming. I lean in, kissing him. I want to lose myself in his taste, to block out anything and everything that isn’t him. I tilt my hips and lower myself until I feel resistance. Matt wraps an arm around my lower back, his fingertips digging into my hip. It almost feels like he’s trying to hold me up, to prevent me from impaling myself on him. Our bodies press together, our breath mixing as I sink down, gasping as I stretch to take him.