I drop my gaze and pull him out, his erection thick already, a pulse beating there. Feeling a hot clench between my legs, I lean my head forward and kiss the crown. He groans and curls his hands around the back of my head, holding me there with a little pressure, silently asking me to take in more. I do.
I curl my fingers tight around the base. It throbs against my palm, hard and thick, velvety. My lashes flutter upward and I meet his gaze as I use both hands and my mouth to pull him inside my mouth. Matt watches me, jaw flexing, a glitter of pure lust and hunger in his eyes.
I draw his cock deep between my lips, and he thrusts. In. I groan, and the salty drop of liquid on his cock makes me want more. I want everything from this man.
With a low, sexy groan, he pulls out, holding my hair, his voice causing ripples down my body. “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes again and suck him back in, twirling my tongue around the head and his length, admiring the hard muscles of his abdomen and chest, the fierce angle of his jaw.
I pull him deeper into my mouth, licking him slowly, and never once do I stop looking into his gorgeous face as I do this. It’s the best part.
I grip the base of him and suck him deep, our eyes still connected.
Another deep sound rumbles up his chest as he touches the back of my throat, and I swallow, unable to stop making a noise of pleasure too. God, I love him so much, I want him so much.
I ache between my thighs, but I love touching him, having him between my lips, pleasuring him. I run one of my hands up his hard thighs and his abs, and he smiles a little.
“You’re going to make me lose it,” he rasps, moving his fingers in my hair, his fingertips caressing my scalp.
I pull back, easing back on his cock so I can whisper, “Lose it.”
He laughs a little, shakes his head, then narrows his eyes as I take him in again, and he’s hard and he looks like he’s doing everything possible not to lose it—so he can make it last.
He grips my hair in a fist and begins to thrust rhythmically. God, I’m the one losing it so bad. I sink him in deeper, watching him, stroking my hand along his ab muscles, unsure of whether he’s the one setting the rhythm as he drives into my mouth or if it’s my head, moving frantically up and down.
He lets a low sound loose and grabs the back of my head a bit firmer, and I’m so hot I feel myself shiver as Matt feeds himself into my mouth, not once taking his eyes off me, not even when he finally lets himself go, his eyes flashing with passion as he comes with a soft growl, driving in as deep as he can so that I’ll get to drink every last drop in him.
He zips up when we’re done, grinning. “Your turn.” He grabs me by the hips and lifts me to his shoulders, carrying me to my bedroom.
I squeak, laughing, my arms going around his neck. “This is supposed to be about you.”
“Oh, don’t worry, it’s about me.” He smirks as he drops me on the bed and slowly starts pulling down the zipper on the side of my dress.
When we’re done, we lie in my bed for hours, naked and spent. It’s nighttime already, and I’ve been wanting to hear all about Africa, but I sense he’s tired, his voice groggy, his expression thoughtful. He seems to be keener to talk about me and what I’ve been up to.
“What else but planning your wedding?” I frown. “It’s not easy to plan a thousand-guest wedding in a month.”
He smiles, running his hand over the back of my head, looking at me with that quiet possessiveness I’ve come to know so well.
“The team wants to know if we’ll agree to have the wedding televised.” I study his chiseled features. “What do you think?”
“I’m all right either way.” His eyebrows furrow thoughtfully. “We can’t hold a secret wedding—now that we’ve come out. I have no problem coming full out if that’s what you want to do.”
“I don’t know. I know you like your privacy, but these four years, they don’t come with that. Everyone is so excited.” I shrug. “There’s no reason why only the bad things need to make the news—we can put a good thing on the news too.”
“Then let’s go for it,” he says easily.
“And the vows? Will we write our own?”
“No,” he says. “The traditional vows say everything I want to say, and whatever more there is, I’d like them to be ours.” He cups my face and rolls over on top of me, looking into my eyes. “If I want to say more, I’ll tell it to you. In private. I might let the public enjoy you a little bit, but you’re mine. Just mine.”
He kisses me, and before we leave, we make love one more time.
I thought we were heading to the White House, and I’m surprised when the state car stops at a five-star steak restaurant, very well known in D.C.
Wilson tells Matt, “Everything is ready, sir.”
And suddenly Matt is pulling me out of the car and into the restaurant.
A restaurant that seems to have been fully vacated for us to have dinner in private.
“What is this?” I ask, eyes wide as I look at Matthew.