"Tell me, Hannah. Do you like it deep?"
"Yes." I rolled my head back. I felt secure clinging to Matt. He would never let me fall.
I wished suddenly, desperately, to be both myself and a spectator. I wanted to see Matt holding me in the firelight, his feet planted firmly on the earth, his strong thighs and buttocks tensed. And myself, wound around him, our bodies locked together intimately.
We were night and day. Gold-skinned and pale. Fair-haired and dark. Tall and short. Lean and lush. And Matt was so ample between his legs, where I was so small.
"You almost hurt me, too," Matt whispered. "So tight, Hannah. But you get so wet and let me in. My body—"
Matt lifted and lowered me minutely and bucked his hips as he did, bouncing me on an inch of his cock. I groaned and bit his shoulder. He breathed raggedly into my hair.
"T-tell me," I stammered.
"My body... craves your body." Matt bounced me again and we moaned together. "It f-feels the distance... when we're apart. Hannah, I can't be apart from you."
"You never have to be," I said.
I shifted to get a look at Matt. Each motion of my thighs and spine made the muscles of my sex clamp at Matt's shaft. Pleasure trilled through me. God, I could come like this, but I needed Matt to see my sincerity.
Matt caught my gaze and searched it.
"Hannah, god," he whispered. He began to bounce me steadily on his cock, his fingers digging into my bottom. He thrust from deep to deeper, again and again, and my clit ground into his pubic bone. My breasts rubbed along his chest. My hard nipples bent against his skin.
When I came, I gasped in shock and pleasure. My sex pulled and pressed and Matt growled in my ear.
"There's my little slut," he hissed. "Come on me, come on my cock."
Oh, and there was the dirty boy I loved.
Matt lifted me off his cock and set me on my feet. My legs felt watery. Moisture trickled down my inner thigh.
He led me into the tent and I stretched out on my back. Matt climbed over me. He dragged his wet tip along my belly and smirked.
"Still hard," he murmured. "Now you have to help me, Hannah."
I thought Matt was moving toward my mouth, but he stopped with his shaft between my breasts. I knew what he wanted then. I clasped my breasts and forced them together, sandwiching Matt's throbbing member. God, he was huge. I glanced down to see his head squeezed out of my cleavage. Matt moaned.
"Mm, that's it baby, keep looking. You're going to make me come hard. Oh—fuck, you're going to lick it all up when I'm done."
Matt thrust through the seal of my breasts, his sex slick with my desire. The moans falling from his lips made me tremble. I watched his abs flexing. God, he moved beautifully. When his head plunged toward my neck, I licked and sucked at it.
"Hannah!" His cry filled my ears.
He grasped his shaft and hot spurts hit my breasts. I licked at the milky fluid while Matt watched. I brought my nipples to my mouth and sucked them clean.
When I glanced up, Matt was smiling cagily at me.
"Perfect," he whispered.
Matt clambered out of the tent to douse the fire and fetch our clothes.
We fell asleep on top of our sleeping bags.
I awoke freezing in the night and climbed into my bag, but Matt remained slumbering on his stomach, sprawled out beside me. I inched closer to him and he chuckled in his sleep. He threw an arm over my cocooned body.
Through my sleeping bag, I could feel the weight of his arm and the incredible heat of it. I peered at him in the darkness.
Half awake, halfway in the land of dreams, I imagined Matt was a tiger in a man's skin. He must have been extraordinary, though I knew so little about him. Some wild heat—some extravagance, some consuming ambition—must have kept him burning in the cold night.
CHAPTER 19
Matt
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I WOKE TOO early on Monday. I didn't need to look at my clock to know it was early. The light coming through the window was pale and depressive.