Mind numbing pressure blossoms, taking over every sense, but Matt’s hand strokes my back, anchoring me in the moment. “Breathe, baby.” It’s a demand, not a request. I open my eyes and suck in a shallow breath. Matt’s watching me with so much concern in his eyes that I want to comfort him, even though I’m the one struggling for air.
I reach down between us, to his hard length and where our bodies are joined. “There’s so much,” I say, somewhere between a whisper and a moan. I could have sworn I’d taken all of him, but I’m not even close. “Do you have to have such a big dick?” I ask, exasperated.
Matt chuckles, but it’s a pained sound. He twines his fingers into the hair at my nape, pressing his forehead against mine. “Take your time, baby.”
“It feels okay?” I ask. I mean, I’m sure it’s fine, but I’m not exactly rocking anyone’s world playing Hover Pole over here.
“Oh, baby. I’m hangin’ on by a thread. Nothing has ever felt better,” Matt says, peppering kisses along my jaw and whispering in my ear. “You’re so tight. So hot and wet. Every inch of you is sweeter than the last.” My body melts at his words, tension evaporating. “Give me your hand,” he demands, holding his palm out. I place my hand in his. A current of electricity flows between us so strongly, I’m almost surprised we can’t see the sparks.
Matt lowers our hands between us. “Touch yourself, baby. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I swallow hard. I havenevertouched myself in front of someone else.Never.But he’s watching me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. Like the idea of me… masturbating for him is the sexiest thing he can imagine.
“Show me what that pussy likes,” he growls in my ear. I shiver, my core squeezing around him. Matt presses his forehead to mine, whispering soft praise as I rub my middle and ring fingers over my clit in slow circles. I close my eyes as pleasure, familiar at its base, but completely foreign in magnitude, thunders through my veins. “Fuck, that’s hot. Oh, my god. Yes, baby. Nice and slow.”
I love the way he talks to me. It’s so completely at odds with the gentleman he is in public, but when his sexy mouth whispers filthy things, I can actually feel myself get wetter.
Rocking my hips, I inch my way down on him. Matt coaxes me with kisses and whispered praise, but he never rushes me. Finally, I sink all the way down on his cock. My muscles flutter around him, unsure how to handle this much sensation. It’s not pain. Not exactly. But I’m so full of him that it’s overwhelming. I can’t think. Can’t move.
Matt sucks air in through his teeth and lets his head fall back. “Fuuuuuck you’re so tight,” he grits out in a tortured whisper. His fingers twitch against my skin like he’s dying to fuck the ever-loving hell out of me and it’s taking everything in him to hold back.
“So big,” I moan, giving my hips an experimental roll. Hot need sears through me, easing some of the discomfort.Oh, god, that’s so good.I do it again, finding a rhythm that feels right. Matt’s arm is like a steel band, holding me to his body without an inch of room to spare.
At some point, I realize I’m not really in charge anymore. Matt hugs me tight, guiding my hips. He unfolds my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling his own up to support me. We’re wrapped around each other, inside and out. I run my hands through his hair, and feel his breath, hot against my shoulder.
He thrusts against that spot, his hand tightening in my hair, using it for leverage.
Lights pop behind my eyelids as my hand moves faster between my legs. “Matt,” I whimper. I’m so close and the orgasm threatening to roll over me feels enormous.
“Just like that, baby,” Matt groans. “You feel so good. Sooo fucking good. You’re going to make me lose control, Chelsea.” He tilts my face back, gazing into my eyes. The intimacy of the moment hits me like a sledgehammer to the soul. We move together, eyes and bodies locked in pleasure. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. “You ride that dick so good, you’re going to make me coat that pretty pussy.”
His praise sets off a detonation, the likes of which I haveneverexperienced. My world implodes, pulling me into a pitch-black void. And then… relief. Pure and utter ecstasy radiate from deep within, swirling around me like an orgasmic cloud of indescribable joy.
Matt’s voice floats through. “Fuck yes. Come for me, baby. God, that’s sexy…” His muscles jerk, and I feel him tense up, holding his breath. His body convulses around me. He grunts, his hands cradling my body against his as he comes.
We fall sideways, still tangled in each other’s arms as we try to catch our breath. “Holy… shit…” I pant against his chest.
“Seconded,” Matt sighs, relaxing into the mattress. His fingertips massage the back of my head as we stretch our legs.
“What now?” I say with a languid laugh.
“Now, you owe me a first date,” Matt says, kissing me on the tip of my nose.
13
CHELSEA
THREE MONTHS LATER…
Matt and I walk down an alley, emerging a block away from Ponte Vecchio. The medieval stone bridge is bustling with tourists and merchants haggling over jewelry. It’s our last night in Italy, and as much as I love it, I’m looking forward to going home in a few days. Not back to my crappy studio apartment, but back toourhome. Officially.
Matt likes to joke that he had to beg me to move in with him, but truthfully, I never really went back to my apartment after the first night we spent together. Matt’s house is closer to the school, and there’s this nifty side benefit of endless orgasms when I sleep in his bed. Our bed.
The Italian sun warms my skin as we head along the river, away from the bridge. Matt intertwines his fingers with mine, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. We find a cafe and watch a pair of toddlers chasing a flock of beleaguered pigeons in the square. They run at the birds calling: “Uccello! Uccello!” The birds don’t seem too concerned. The flock rises, cooing in an annoyed way as they settle on the other side of the square, only for the pattern to repeat. At least those kids will take a decent nap, I guess.
“I love you so much.” Matt’s voice cuts into my thoughts. A thoroughly welcome interruption. I glance up at him over my espresso. I take the hand he has laying on the table, squeezing it three times.
“I love you too,” I say. “You okay?” It’s not unusual for Matt to be affectionate, but there’s a tightness around his eyes that I didn’t notice earlier.