Matt’s hands held my waist in a firm grip like he wouldn’t let me go. And I didn’t want him to. I wanted everything from the other day—and more!
I leaned forward and brought his face to mine for a kiss. I didn’t want to prolong the inevitable anymore. I wanted him, and I had wanted him from day one.
Matt didn’t hesitate to take the cue.
His hands traveled up and around my breasts and he gave them each a strong squeeze. I leaned back and let my hips curl into his. He then ran his thumbs along my nipples as he kissed me harder. His tongue pushed through my mouth, and he licked and tasted me entirely. I held his hair tight in my fingers for a pause, then continued running my hands over his face and ears.
He leaned up from me as he wrapped one hand behind my back and placed the other at my neck. He glanced over me and shook his head.
“What’s wrong?” I thought for sure I had done something wrong.
Matt, though, was in disbelief. “You’re too beautiful, Jourdanne. This feels like a dream.”
I kissed him again, curving my back so that our bodies pressed together. I felt him then. His rock-hard cock hit me squarely between my hips and it sent a tingling sensation up through my core. Matt’s arm tightened around my back and pulled me closer still. I welcomed his kisses down my neck and into the plunging neck of the dress Parvati had lent me.
“Matt,” I whispered. He moaned a reply without leaving my breasts. “I want you.”
He peered up at me for a pause, then he kissed along my neck and at my ear. It made me giggle, and that made him laugh.
He slowly stood tall, then he looked over me. Combing back my hair with his tender touch, he kissed my forehead. He took hold of my hand and kissed it too, then he gave me a smile. All over again, I was feeling like I belonged. He directed me to the bed, and once there, he sat me down. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and opened it wide. Just as I imagined, his body was perfectly tight and toned. He slid the shirt off each arm, then tossed it to the chair adjacent.
Matt came and took my hands in his and stood me up. I loved the lighting in the room just then. He and I started to kiss again, and the pastels and glowing lights made everything feel magical. Matt’s fingers slipped beneath the strap of my dress, and as it fell off my shoulder, he cupped my breast. He lowered the other strap, and the dress fell right to the floor.
He lowered his lips to my breast and kissed the skin tenderly. Lower and lower, he traveled closer to my nipple. His warm grasp held me firmly as he licked and nibbled. I was standing there in just my purple lace underwear. I wanted to see more of him. To see all of him. I wanted to feel his body against mine.
I ran my fingers along the edge of his pants and then unfastened his button. He was busy kissing my neck and caressing my breasts as I opened his pants. I wanted to reach right in and feel him, but it was something I’d never done before. How would I do it? How could I make him feel as good as he was making me feel? My every sense was relaxed and euphoric. I was throbbing already, warm and wet for him.
Matt lowered one hand down around my ass and gave it a hard squeeze. If I thought I was ready before, I was begging for him now. I let out a moan and whispered his name. “Matt.” I still had my hand hovering around the waist of his pants wishing I had the guts to touch him. He loosened his grip on my butt and lowered his hand further as he pulled my hips to his. In the process, he’d walked me back a couple steps until my ankles touched the bed. He laid me down, lowering himself over me as he ran his hand along my leg. I instinctively brought it up around his body and it allowed him to slide his hand back up my thigh. His finger grazed the inner part of my thigh then, and I realized just how close he was to touching me between my legs. It sent a shiver through my entire body, and he paused to look over me.
“Jourdanne,” he whispered.
I gave him a smile, then I nodded, as if to say, yes. Yes! Please continue!
Matt went back to kissing my body, lowering more and more until he reached the hem of my panties. This was it. This was the furthest I’d ever intimately been with someone. Matt slipped his fingers along the hem and as he came to the hips, he pulled the panties down and right off my feet. I lay there looking up at the beautiful ceiling as the wine began to numb out any fear or worry I had had going into the night. Matt’s lips pressed to my inner ankle and up to my knee. A few more kisses, and he was on the inside of my thigh, and my legs were spread open. A little higher, then his lips pressed along the very crevice of my thigh. The heat of his breath flooded me with a throbbing ache, and I reached out my arms and took hold of the comforter in handfuls.