“Wait,” I say, because he starts to kneel between my legs.
His gaze snaps to mine, and I almost giggle at the impatience firing through his irises.
“Let’s make this a little more balanced.”
Impatience now turns to interest. “What did you have in mind?”
“We’ve done a lot of dirty things together, but I don’t think we’ve ever done sixty-nine. Let’s give that a try.”
Matt’s lips curve upward, and there are those dimples that I just haven’t seen enough of lately.
“You are like the perfect fucking woman,” he says reverently, but also with good cheer, because he’s getting ready to feel really, really good too.
“No, I’m not,” I remind him, because otherwise, this wouldn’t be our last time together. “But I’m damn close, so get your ass on this bed and get into position.”
I expect Matt to immediately hop on the bed and get our mouths and body parts aligned, but he surprises me by crawling in between my legs and right up my body until he’s covering me completely, his lips hovering just above mine.
His gaze is soft, and it reminds me of the time he held me in his arms in Nashville the night before my mother died. I feel like he wants to say something, and I hold my breath. Because I see emotion on his face, I immediately start thinking that maybe he wants to confess his feelings to me. Maybe he realizes that while yes, the sex is smokin’ hot and really can’t be compared, there is something deeper between us. There always has been.
Matt’s mouth even parts, words ready to tumble out of his lips. His breath stutters, and he takes a deep breath while closing his eyes. When he opens them back up again, the softness is gone and carnality reigns supreme. He gives me a smoldering kiss. He takes his time about it, even while grinding his erection between my legs.
By the time Matt is ready to give my idea of sixty-nine a try, he has made me completely delirious just from his kiss. I know it will not take long for me to find my happiest of places.
He arranges our bodies, a master of placing his leg here or my arm there. Then our mouths become occupied with each other and just as anticipated, it’s just a matter of seconds before he kick-starts an orgasm in me. It’s hard to scream out loud when your mouth is filled with yummy Matt goodness, but I’m sure he felt the vibrations of my gratification bubble up through my body, straight out of my mouth and onto his dick.
The way we pleasure each other at the same time… giving… receiving. Our hands eager to always touch the other’s skin. The sounds we make that urge the other on, or even the acknowledgement we give because we are so very grateful how good something feels.
We are fucking perfect in bed together.
Absolutely perfect.
It just sucks that it’s the only way we seem to be compatible.
I stare at my computer monitor, trying to finish the last legal memo that Matt had assigned me. I have about fifteen minutes of work left on it if I can just concentrate.
But I haven’t been able to concentrate for shit all day.
Thanks to Matt Fucking Connover.
Last night was unimaginable. It exceeded my expectations. If I had thought that our sex life was amazing before last night, I would tell you today that it sucked in comparison.
I’m not sure if it was the desperate nature of our coupling, knowing that we were parting ways forever, or if it was merely the fact that we were just trying to outdo ourselves.
Regardless, I got a grand total of two hours of sleep between four and six AM, which was when my alarm went off. When I drifted off around four, Matt had me wrapped up in a tight embrace, spooning against me. When the alarm woke me, his side of the bed was cold, and just like that… Matt and I were officially done.
So what’s a girl to do after a night of mind-blowing sex with the man she loves who doesn’t love her in return, but still managed to still give her five orgasms last night?
She pines for him.