He tugged my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. His eyes devoured my body as he smacked my hands away when I tried to cover myself. Slowly, he peeled my bra straps down and began undoing the back of my bra.
He leaned over, latching onto my nipple, and a wild moan escaped my lips. I had never felt anything so potent. Every time he sucked on my nipple, a tugging sensation pulled at my clit as if he was sucking there, as well.
While he worked my breasts, his fingers slipped into my panties, pushing them down my ass and over my thighs until they were loose enough to drop to my ankles. He tickled my hip, his fingers walking their way over my flesh until he was teasing my clit with the tip of his finger.
“Oh, my God. Matthew,” I breathed his name.
He captured my cheeks in his other hand, pinching slightly to get me to look him in the eye.
“I’m going to stick my fingers in first. I want to touch you inside.” He breathed. “This is your warning. Don’t freak out on me, okay?”
I nodded, ready to feel some form of penetration. My inner walls were clenching, pushing my juices out with the want to be filled.
His fingers moved down from my clit, sliding over my soaked folds until his middle finger was circling my opening. I thrust, not being able to wait any longer, and he chuckled, the deep vibrations of his laughter sending a wave of longing through me.
“Slow down, baby, I’m going to ease that ache soon enough.”
I melted. The way he was talking to me and touching me was driving me toward an orgasm.
His fingers swiped around my center once again, and I whined, needing to feel him before I burst. I was seconds away from begging when he pressed two fingers into me, bending his fingers deep.
I sighed in relief.
My knees went weak, and I leaned onto the countertop, hoping it would keep me from falling.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his blazing blue eyes lingering on my face.
“Yes. Please, Matthew,” I begged, needing more of everything he was giving me.
He pulled his fingers out a bit, my body naturally trying to suck them back in. Then he thrust once more, pulling them out and pushing them back in, in a rhythm that had my toes curling into the wood flooring beneath my feet. His thumb glided over my clit sending a jolt of sensation through me until I began to shiver.
“I love seeing you like this,” he breathed. “Look at you. You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you, Red?”
I nodded, wishing I could speak over the heavy breaths that pushed from my body.
“Say it, Shannon. Tell me you like it.”
He fucked me with his fingers faster, pushing me toward the brink and holding me over the edge.
“I-I-I do,” I stuttered. “I like it so much.”
Just as I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped, pulling his fingers from my body. He grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room and laying me back onto the couch I’d slept on before.
He ripped his shirt over his head and pushed his pants and boxers down until he was kicking them off. He was glorious. His body large and bronze with beautiful tattoos and muscled in all the right places. There were cuts and dips forming paths I knew I wanted to explore with my fingertips.
He moved between my legs, slid a condom over his length, and gripped himself, running the head of his cock between my folds. “If you like my fingers, you’re going to love this,” he said.
Then he moved forward, resting his elbows on the couch at the sides of my head and pressing his hips forward.
“Okay?” he asked once more.
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from begging.
With one quick thrust, he filled me, and I moaned in pleasure, loving the fullness of having him deep within me.
I never knew it could be like that. I never knew I would want someone inside me so badly it ached.
He moved, his body digging deeper and deeper into me with each thrust of his hips. I had never felt anything so amazing. It was nothing like before. There was a glide to each thrust, and my body accepted him, welcoming him inside and allowing him to touch every nerve ending in my body.
“You feel amazing,” he muttered, kissing me between thrusts.
My body climbed higher and higher, reaching for the ultimate pleasure. My toes curled into the couch, and my breaths came in short, loud bursts.
“Come on, baby. That’s it,” Matthew urged.
And then I was dangling over the edge again, waiting for him to push me into oblivion. Leaning back, he cupped my ass cheeks, lifting me until he was touching a new spot within me.
I fell, plummeting over the side and taking him with me. I yelled out, my body splintering into a million pieces and showering over him. I clenched my eyes closed, experiencing something I never had before and marking my memory with the glory of an amazing orgasm.
His voice slid over me as he called my name over and over again, releasing himself inside me and filling me deep with his wet heat until he was spent. He paused above me, pressed inside with everything he was, and then his body relaxed as he fell on top of me.
He buried his face in the side of my neck, his hot breaths panting against my skin as we both came down from our rush. I stared at the beautiful ceiling above me while his body rested on top of mine. My eyes glided over the history of his house and its intricate carvings, and I imagined myself carving out my own historical moment in that room. One where the old me died and a new Shannon was born.
Matthew had pushed me past my memories and gave me new ones. And when I snuggled into his side and slowly began to doze off, I did so feeling safe and loved in the arms of a man I trusted.
SEVENTEEN
MATTHEW
HER MOUTH.
Her body.
There was no match.
Seeing her jealous over another woman. I’m not sure why, but it did something for me. She actually gave a shit about me being with someone else. Somehow, it made me feel a bit better about flipping out about another guy.
I had never felt the way I felt with Shannon, and I had been with quite a few women over the years. My body had never responded to any other woman the way it had with her.
Never.
There would never be another.
As I lay there on top of her, still inside her warmth with her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my center, I knew she was the one.
We had moved to my bedroom overnight, staying up into the hours of the morning worshipping each other. Our bodies were still shivering from our release, and I was enjoying the feel of her clenching around me, clutching me and releasing me in an orgasmic massage.
I didn’t know what to expect, but once I peeled her clothes off and got a look at her naked flesh and the perfection that was underneath all that fabric, I was at a loss for words.
Beautiful.
She was fucking beautiful inside and out.
And the sex.
Fuck.
I came so hard with her name on my lips and my heart exploding from my chest for her.
Only her.
The only problem I had with the situation was I was positive she wasn’t a virgin. Even though she said she was, something about the way she felt and her reaction to my first push inside her wasn’t adding up.
Not that I had been with a lot of virgins.
I hadn’t.