Hailey: All of them? Did you try the one where you’re hanging upside down from a chandelier?
Matt: Oh, you mean the Inverted Monkey? Of course. First thing I crossed off the list. But I’m not 19 anymore. That position requires some serious stretching. We could just keep it basic tonight. Lotus for a warmup, maybe. Then the Mating Mantis. A couple of headstands. Keep it simple.
She snorts as soon as she reads it.
Hailey: This is how you convince me I’m not in over my head?
Matt: Good point, honey. The truth is I’m a really simple guy. And I’ve been simply fantasizing about seeing that tattoo on your back again. I want to trace it with my tongue.
After I hit send, I watch her face and see her breath stutter when she reads what I’ve written.
Matt: I want to figure out if it wraps around onto your breasts. I’d have to run my hands over your skin while I check. Then I’ll need to inspect you everywhere for more tattoos, because I wouldn’t want to miss any.
She whimpers, and I harden just from the sound.
Matt: First, maybe I can convince you to kiss me again. I’m right here, honey. Come get me.
I set my phone on silent and toss it on the coffee table. I look around for my wineglass, but I don’t get the chance to reach for it. Because suddenly Hailey slides onto my lap, straddling me. There’s a hot look in her blue eyes as she takes my face in two hands and pulls me into a kiss.
Not for nothing have I spent two decades of my life practicing my reaction time. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in, parting her lips with my tongue and tasting her. She melts down onto my chest with a sigh, and the kiss goes wild immediately. We battle for control, tongues tangling.
When Hottie makes up her mind about something, then watch out, world. My dirty mind wonders what she’d look like riding my dick, a determined gleam in her eyes...
“You made that sound,” she informs me as we break apart, panting.
I blink. Swallow through my lust. “What sound?”
“The growly one.” She bites her lip. I want to bite it, too, and it takes superhuman strength to keep my hands off her.
“Sorry.” I swallow again. Then I think fuck it, and say, “I’m ridiculously attracted to you, Hottie. I figured I should be upfront about that.”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Snipes.”
I feel like a fucking god right now. So I drag out the anticipation by planting a hand on her shoulder and stroking gently. The other drifts up her slender neck before cupping her cheek. I sweep my thumb over the corner of her mouth, over the same spot where that bead of steak sauce had lingered before. I wonder if that tangy taste is still there. So I decide to find out.
Hailey makes a tiny sound of surprise as my lips brush that spot. My tongue comes out for a taste and yeah, it’s tangy. Sweet, too, because now I’m nibbling on her bottom lip.
A breathy noise escapes her lips. “Matt…”
“Mmmm?”
“You’re still not kissing me.”
My tongue licks a sweet line across the seams of her lips. “Soon,” I whisper.
“Now,” she whispers back, and that one passion-laced syllable snaps the thread of my control.
My mouth is on hers in a nanosecond, tongue slipping out to tangle with hers. It’s the kind of mind-melting, toe-curling kiss that hardens my cock and numbs my senses. All I can feel is the heat of her mouth, the delicious taste of her, the bite of her fingernails as she digs them into my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I groan. And then I plant my hands on her ass, pressing her lower body against mine.
She moans against my mouth. I eagerly drink up the sound, kissing her hard and deep while in the back of my mind a voice shouts for me to slow it down. But fuck, she’s amazing. So soft and supple in my arms, kissing me back with eagerness that seems to surprise her. In fact, every time we break apart for air, there’s a shine of wonder in her eyes, as if she can’t believe we’re doing this. Or maybe, that she can’t believe she’s enjoying it. She looked the same way on opera night—stunned, amazed, and greedy for more.
Hell, if she hadn’t been married before, I’d wonder if maybe she was a virgin.
“You’re…so…hard,” she breathes between kisses.
Fuck yeah, I am, baby. Except I realize she’s not talking about the rock in my pants. Her hands are now tracing my pecs and abs over my shirt, as if she’s trying to memorize every plane and ridge of my torso.
“And you’re so soft,” I breathe back, my hands drifting up to cup her perky tits. Soft, all right. My mouth goes dry at the thought of kissing and licking those soft, sweet breasts. I almost unbutton her shirt right then and there, until she kisses me again and proceeds to distract me by grinding lightly over my crotch.
The heat of her core is an even bigger lure than her tits. My hand is between her legs before I even realize it. Hailey gasps in delight as I cup her, then moans and rubs herself over my palm.
“Fuck,” I groan again. “I need…” I don’t even know what I need. It’s been so long since I’ve done this that my entire body is trembling with excitement. My brain has stopped working. My fingers work just fine, though. They’re already popping open the button of her pants, easing the zipper down, slipping inside her panties.
Hailey’s eyes go big when my thumb brushes her clit. I did not intend to let one kiss lead to this—stroking her slick paradise, sliding one finger into her damp heat. But it’s fucking happening and it’s amazing. Every sound she makes is like a hit off some fantastic drug, fogging my senses and turning me on more and more. Will she sound like that when I’m inside her? When my tongue is flicking against her clit?
The dirty images summon a strangled groan from my throat. Fuck. I’m close to coming and all I’m doing is fingering this woman.
“Matt,” she says, a note of desperation in her voice. Her chin rests on my shoulder, her hips moving in time to the slow thrusts of my finger. “I…”
“You what, Hottie?” I say thickly. “You want to come?”
She peers up at me and nods wordlessly, and something about her earnest, nakedly honest expression drives me wild with desire. I add a second finger, and holy fuck she’s tight. Really tight. And wet. And hot. And…yeah, I’m in danger of shooting my load in my pants. I really am. Which means I need to make her come—ASAP. Because at least then we can lose control together.
I lean closer and press my lips to hers, kissing her as I move my fingers in and out of her tight channel. Her breathing becomes shallow, lips trembling against mine as I bring her closer and closer to the brink. My thumb tends to her clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles over her swollen flesh, and her breaths are even more labored now. Yeah, she’s close. Any second now, I’m going to feel her pussy convulsing around my fingers as she—
Buzzzzzz!
The loud noise rips our mouths apart.
“W-wha…” Hailey blinks in confusion.
“Shit,” I mutter. “Just the doorman.” I try to ignore it. I give it my best shot, kissing her again.
Buzzzzzz!