I’ve got so much desire I’m trembling.
He growls as if he’s thinking the same thing, lifts me, and his hands are grabbing my ass. My hands instantly curl around his shoulders.
“God, you little sexpot, you hot little thing . . . I can’t get enough of you.” He bites and tugs my lip, then fits his mouth perfectly to mine again. He smells delicious. Of cologne and him, and my stomach tumbles with butterflies as he tugs and rips off my thong.
“Matt,” I say, startled.
“What?” He grins, pressing me against the wall, bracing me there so he can ease his hand between us to caress my bare sex between our bodies.
I groan, pushing my hips against him. He grabs my breast and squeezes my nipple. He sucks it, making me shiver.
“Oh god.”
“I can’t do the first lady against the wall, where are my manners?”
“Oh god, just do me.” I grab his hair and pull his face to mine, kissing his jaw as he carries me to bed and lays me down on the center, leaning over me.
I shiver beneath his warm hand trailing along my tummy.
His eyes coast over me, taking me in. His lips graze across mine again, warm and silky. I part my lips and he dips his tongue inside. He groans and allows our tongues to play for a while as his hands wander up and down my curves, slowly, in no hurry, as if he can command time to stop for us and we now have all the time in the world.
He eases back to remove his shirt and looks at me.
“God, you belong in my bed. Look at you.”
I swallow, part laughing and part groaning.
I’m desperate for Matt, but I’m nervous to have sex with him again. I’m nervous because it means so much, it feels so gargantuan. He knows how I feel about him and I’ve been waiting for this moment for so many lonely nights, missing him. It’s the first time we’re together after he’s said he loves me.
“I’m nervous,” I breathe.
Standing back calmly, he slowly shrugs off his shirt, revealing those glorious muscles of his. “Why are you nervous?”
“It’s just that . . . you’re the president. I feel . . .”
“Don’t be nervous. I’m still the same.” Shirtless in his slacks, he reaches out to spread my arms up over my head and trace his hands down my sides.
I rock my hips, moaning.
He inhales a long breath, his eyes catching mine. “So beautiful.” He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward, seeming to lose control, crushing my lips beneath his so hard and with such passion my head is spinning.
I grab him for support and arch up against him, my breasts aching as I rub my fingers along the back of his strong neck.
Matt unbuckles his belt and unzips, then he strips off his pants, and I gasp, his hardness springing free.
As he spreads his large body over me, I groan and reach for him, out of control, and Matt leans his head to my breasts and the hardened tips of my nipples, sticking his tongue out to lave one, then the other, slowly circling his tongue around the peaks. He suctions, slipping his hand between my legs, into my opening. His fingers move inside me, first one, then two, and I arch and jerk from the pleasure.
“What do you want, beautiful?”
“I want you,” I pant.
He leans down and sucks on my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I’ve been dying to get inside you. I can’t forget what it feels like to move inside you, have you lose yourself beneath me.”
He parts my legs wider open.
“Matt,” I say, my tone sober. And his eyes widen in question.
“I stopped using the pill, since we . . . well, I went to Europe and . . .”
He reaches out to his nightstand, and then rips open a packet with his teeth. “Don’t worry. My staff is very adept at making sure their president has all he needs.”
He smirks as he rolls on a rubber and I get wetter just watching him. He strokes me between my legs, then sticks his wet finger into his mouth as he grabs his cock with his free hand and teases it along my entry.
We groan together, kissing without restraint as he curls my legs around him, his voice gruffer by the second.
He penetrates me, his erection thicker than ever, pushing me apart. I moan softly and rake my nails along his back as I thrust my hips up for more.
“Take me in, that’s right, Charlotte. That’s right, take me, beautiful.” He starts thrusting in and out with vigor, his muscles rippling beneath my hands, his breaths coming fast and hard as he sets a rhythm.
I cry out, so loud I’m afraid security outside might hear us, but I don’t care, and neither does Matt. He releases a gut-deep groan and pulls my hands over my head, fucking me harder and deeper, out of control and as if he wants to bury himself permanently inside of me, as if he wants to meld us into one.
I want him like a physical ache. I can’t stop running my hands over his arms, his shoulders, his chest.