I couldn’t believe it… it was panic that I saw flare bright in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to bolt from the bed while I stared at him in interest. Then, the panic receded and was replaced by desire. He dragged his gaze down my body and said, “I have a better idea—less talk and more action.”
He then proceeded to render me speechless with just his lips alone. By the time he was done with me, I had no desire for more conversation. I was well and truly spent, and I fell asleep almost right away.
Of course, he was gone when I woke up the next morning.
Now my doorbell rings, and I want to kick myself in the ass for the way my blood fires up, knowing Matt is on the other side. Tonight will be the same—wonderfully hot sex with an emotionally closed-off man. As you can see, there are pros and cons to this scenario.
The pros? That’s easy… I’ll get a minimum of three orgasms, and if I only get the minimum, that means Matt’s having an off night. I’ll get to have hours of pure heaven, having a man that is focused usually on just my pleasure, only taking his when he’s confident he’s given me all he has.
The cons? Every day that I allow this pattern to occur, I’m only reiterating to Matt that this relationship—or lack thereof—is acceptable. I am giving him no reason to want more with me, because frankly… he’s getting everything he desires.
I have to ask myself, What do you really want, Mac?
Figure it out and go get it. And if you can’t get it, cut ties and run.
So with a burst of renewed spirit to take the bull—which is Matt—by the horns, I open the door and say, “We need to talk.”
There’s no panic this time, just a self-assured confidence as he steps through my doorway. He sticks the tips of his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, giving me a small jerk to make my body press up against his. He inclines his head and whispers against my neck, just after he flicks his tongue out. “Talk later… I want you too much right now.”
My knees turn to jelly just from that small touch, but he doesn’t have me completely under his thrall just yet. I give myself a mental shake of the head and push back from him.
“No. Talk now. Sex later.” I give him my most-determined look.
He appraises me, and then his lips curl upward in a challenging way. “I tell you what. If you can carry on a rational conversation with me for just thirty seconds while I try to seduce you, I’ll give you my undivided attention for the next two hours. You can talk until you’re blue in the face. Deal?”
Hmmmm. Could I keep my head on straight for thirty seconds? For the opportunity to get two hours of talk time with Matt? I’m practically drooling over the prospect of having his attention for that long.
“Deal,” I say emphatically, confident I have this in the bag. How hard could thirty seconds be?
Matt lunges at me, and I don’t even have time to prepare. In fact, his sudden move shocks me so greatly that all of my thoughts scatter to the wind. Within the first five seconds, he picks me up, tosses me on the couch, and pulls my shorts and underwear off. His hands are quick and assured when he drops to his knees in front of me and spreads my legs.
He gives me one look… filled with challenge. “Come on, Mac… you have about twenty seconds left to carry on a conversation. Let’s make it easy. Tell me about your favorite movie.”
Then Matt dives his mouth between my legs. He goes straight for the main attraction, clamping his lips on me tight and sucking hard. My hips buck up so violently that I almost throw him off, but his hands grip me tighter and he doesn’t let go. This is an all-out attack by Matt, and he is utterly merciless.
I’m experiencing the most intensely erotic thing he’s ever done to me so far. I know I’m supposed to be talking about something, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is. I can only think of his tongue, his fingers, his lips… and the way the stubble on his cheeks rubs the insides of my thighs because my legs are practically clamped onto his head.