A lush heart swirls between my legs, and I hope to God it’s Matt’s plan to hit it hard and fast with me. At least for the first time.
Matt takes his suit jacket off and tosses it across his suitcase. He slowly undoes his cuffs while he continues to stare at me. I have no clue what to do but, even if I did, I don’t think I could make a move. I’m mesmerized by the way Matt is watching me, and I think I’m better served to just let him direct me on what to do.
When he steps up to me, I watch as his hand slowly rises. I feel his fingertips at my temple, and then he’s sifting through the long length of my hair. He seems to be mesmerized as he watches the dark locks filter through his fingers. When he reaches the end, his eyes return to mine.
“Where shall we start?” he asks.
I lick my lips and try to sound like I have some coherence left. “Anywhere you want.”
The smile he gives me is wicked, and he pulls that bottom lip between his teeth as he contemplates. Finally, he says, “It’s been too long since my face has been between those beautiful legs of yours.”
Holy hell… said beautiful legs almost buckle under the sex that is dripping from those words. Matt can see how it affects me, and he chuckles.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough with lust. “We’ll start there.”
You’ve read enough of my story by now to know that sex with Matt is beyond stupendous. So I probably shouldn’t take the time to tell you what happened next.
What? Was that cursing?
Okay, fine I’ll tell you, but I’m not sure I can do it actual justice.
The minute he tells me he wants to go down on me, every muscle in my body seems to liquefy. I’m on the verge of collapsing, but Matt saves the day by pulling me into his arms so he can kiss me.
This kiss is something else. It’s a combination of every type of kiss that he’s ever given me, and I’m assuming he’s intent on making this night memorable. I feel lust, desire, heat, passion, tenderness, caring, kinkiness, flirtation, playfulness, savagery, and roughness. It’s all there, hovering underneath those lips, coating his tongue, which in turn coats my tongue.
His hands get to work, shedding me of my clothes. He’s a pro at this. He knows how to get my clothes off without even needing to break the kiss. He’s a master at unsnapping my bra with just a flick of one hand.
When he has me naked, he pushes me onto my bed and then takes a step back so he can disrobe. I watch him boldly, and he gives me a show because he knows I like watching him.
And I know he likes me watching him.
His clothes drop to the floor, and he takes himself in his hand and starts stroking with long, fluid pulls. His eyes close and he tilts his head back, moaning slightly as he works himself into rock hardness.
That is so fucking hot, and I’m hypnotized by the sight of him masturbating. When I finally am able to look away from what he’s doing to himself, I let my gaze wander to his face.
That beautiful face.
I see his eyes are no longer closed but watching me with intensity, the weight almost oppressive upon me.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I don’t even hesitate in my acquiescence. I’d do anything he told me to do tonight.
Anything.
His gaze moves down my body and stares at his intended destination. “Touch yourself,” he says thickly.
And I do, causing his eyes to go so dark, that they look almost completely black. He just stares at my hand between my legs, his breaths getting shorter and shorter while he strokes his cock.
He doesn’t even look back into my eyes when he releases himself and murmurs, “Enough. You’re ready for my mouth, and I don’t think I’ll stop until I’ve made you come at least three times.”
Fuck, but his dirty talk is like the best in the world. I bet if he tried, he could give me an orgasm just by talking to me. He’s that good.
As Matt steps up to me, a thought crosses my mind. I’m on borrowed time with him, and I want to give to Matt as much as he wants to give to me.