Matt wastes no time. He clasps my face in his large hands and pulls me in for a bone-melting kiss. It’s deep and luxurious… with deep swipes of his tongue and his breath hot against my lips. His hands seem to be everywhere on me… grasping my hip to pull me in close, cupping the underside of my breast, and trailing fingertips over my collarbone.
Our clothes seem to melt away, and we stumble to the bed. Then it’s skin on skin. His palm cruises along my outer thigh while he sucks at my nipples. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my hips flex up into his because I need the contact.
He murmurs things to me.
As his hand goes between my legs, he says, “You’re perfect, Mac. Just fucking perfect.”
His other hand squeezes my breast, and then he pinches a nipple, all the while whispering, “Beyond beautiful.”
When he finally sinks into me, I watch his eyes close as he gives into the pleasure. He moves in and out of me in long, measured strokes that are neither too fast nor too slow. They are perfect, deep, and invading.
Matt curls an arm under one of my legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow, and he hikes it up high. Angling his hips down, his next push in goes deeper than ever and he says, “Heaven… this is what Heaven must feel like.”
All Matt’s words are just as seductive as the way he moves inside of me. His cock seduces my body, but his words seduce my heart.
“Are you close?” he whispers in my ear, all the while with deliberate pumps between my legs.
I nod, pressing my face into the skin at the base of his shoulder. I give a tiny lick that causes him to shudder. “So close.”
“Me too,” Matt says as he picks up the pace. “I want us to come together.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Together.”
It only takes Matt’s hand slipping between our bodies to rub up against me, in just the right spot, and my orgasm tears free… racing up my spine, then back down again.
I call his name out… loudly.
He gives one last, hard push and then he’s jetting hot inside of me, murmuring, “Mac, Mac, Mac…”
I wake up alone in Matt’s bed, the sunshine streaming through the window. I don’t need to wonder where he is though, because I’m immediately assaulted by the smell of bacon, which is… as you know… only like the best smell in the entire galaxy.
Crawling out of bed, I grab Matt’s white t-shirt that got so carelessly discarded and head into the kitchen. I can’t help the way my breath catches a little as I watch him standing at the stove, wearing only his jeans. His back is tanned golden, and his muscles are supremely beautiful. His hair is sticking up all over the place, and he looks like a man who spent all night fucking his girlfriend.
Just thinking of the things we did last night causes heat to flash between my legs. I mean, sex with Matt has always been beyond amazing, but there’s something different about it now that we have moved into relationship territory. It’s more intimate, and the craving goes much deeper.
“Something smells good,” I say, and Matt turns to look at me. His eyes travel down the length of me, and my nipples harden nicely against his cotton t-shirt. He doesn’t fail to notice and I know this because first, his gaze is stuck to my chest, and second, his golden eyes darken to a mocha color.
Matt reaches out and turns the stove off. His tongue peeks out and swipes at his lower lip as he walks up to me. My pulse speeds in response, and I hold my breath to see what he’ll do.
Bending down, Matt picks me up to wrap my legs around his waist. The maneuver has his hands clutching my bare ass, and my legs dutifully lock around him.
“Christ,” he mutters, flexing his fingers into my skin. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
I smile at him and lace my fingers into his hair. “Nope.”
“Good girl,” he commends and spins around to set me on the counter. He steps in close, and it’s the perfect height as his pelvis is in direct alignment with mine. Our mouths meet in open surrender to one another, and our kiss is fueled with lust.
Hands roam roughly across hot skin. Matt whips off my t-shirt, moving his mouth across my breasts, while my hands stroke up his back.