But then the feelings get to be too much. My blood is pumping faster, and Matt’s fingers are hitting deeper. My eyes have no choice but to flutter closed as my head falls back in utter surrender. I hear Matt give a soft laugh at my ability to do nothing more than focus on my feelings, and he adds his thumb to the mixture of pleasure.
Then I’m flying high and a long moan flows up from my throat and filters into the air, just as my body earthquakes itself into an orgasm. It shreds me from the inside out and seems to go on for an eternity. I’m completely wrecked when it finally stops spasming.
I’m vaguely aware of Matt removing his fingers from me. It sort of penetrates my brain that he’s covering me up with my comforter. I’m almost asleep by the time he presses his lips to my forehead and says, “Good night.”
“Good night,” I murmur back, and then I’m out.
Being in a new relationship is fun, particularly if you have someone that has a good sense of humor. For example, check out this text exchange between Matt and me this morning.
Me: Are you like my boyfriend now?
Matt: I’m not sure. Don’t I have to ask you to go steady or something?
Me: Good question. Grade school was too long ago.
Matt: Let me see if I can figure this out. Do boyfriends get blow jobs from their girlfriends?
Me: Definitely!
Matt: Do boyfriends get to go down on their girlfriends as often as they like?
Me: Most assuredly!
Matt: Do boyfriends get to fuck their girlfriends senseless?
Me: I’m horny.
Matt: Focus and answer the question.
Me: Yes! Yes, they do!
Matt: Unfortunately, I don’t think we are technically boyfriend/girlfriend yet. We’re not doing any of those things.
Me: :(
Matt: Did you just sad face me?
Me: Yup.
Matt: Tragic.
Me: I know. You know, you could fix this and just have sex with me.
Matt: All in good time.
This is the Matt Connover that I’ve been pleasurably dealing with all week. He’s like a different man. I mean, when he decides to take a risk, he goes all in. He’s not the type to dip his toe in the water and test out the currents first. Nope. He dives in headfirst, never even checking to see if he’s at the shallow or deep end.
I admire that. I admire the bravery with which he is giving me a shot. He’s gone from being completely bitter and closed off, to being adventurous and open-minded.
And best of all… he seems to be enjoying the new way in which we are discovering each other.
Glancing at my watch, I note it’s only three PM. Only five hours left until my date with Matt. That is… the original date he had asked me on last weekend. It’s kind of sort of a big deal, even though we’ve done something together almost every night this week. We’ve caught either a quick dinner after work, or maybe even just a drink. One night, we just sat in his office because we were both working late and talked.
But tonight… tonight is where I’m going to demand he fuck me so we can get back on the track of having a full-blown relationship. I’m done having him try to woo me.
I’m wooed enough already.
Thinking of all the ways that Matt is trying… I mean, really trying, to give me what I’ve asked for, suffuses me with warmth and appreciation for him. It’s a feeling of tenderness I had not yet really possessed.
It makes me want to tell him that right now.
Standing up from my desk, I walk down to his office, nodding at various colleagues I pass in the hallway. Matt’s door is closed as always, but after a light knock, he grants me entrance. When I step in, the brow that was furrowed as he looked at a file smoothes out and an appreciative smile comes across his face.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he practically croons softly at me, and it makes me want to crawl on his lap and rub up against him.
“Get up,” I tell him. “Let’s go for a walk.”
His eyebrows rise. “What? In the middle of a workday?”
I roll my eyes at him. “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to take breaks in their work day. You and I have been at it for seven hours straight already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s go take a short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”