“Let me take you to bed Talia.”
The bright sun is trapped in the room, with the sheer curtains against the windows moving delicately in the slight breeze from the open terrace door. Matthew closes his master bedroom door and my heart suddenly flips in my chest when he aims for me, shedding that shirt in a slow, sensual show that makes my toes curl. “Get undressed sweetheart.”
My hands are shaking, but I do the best that I can, stripping down to my underwear. I toss my clothes to the pile that Matthew is making, then I get my breath taken away when he’s just in his Calvin’s. I murmur something but it’s mostly a moan; if he’s tenting the briefs that much now...what the hell can I expect when he takes them off?
He saunters towards me. “When you weren’t wearing any panties under that dress, do you know how turned on I was?” His lips press against mine and I feel him hard against me. He’s so aroused and solid that I ache to touch him. Almost as if he’d read my mind, he guides my hand down to his cock. I palm him through the white cotton, loving the shape of him. However we met...the horrible turn my life had took...I just knew I had to be with him...in this moment.
I just wanted to forget.
I ease the briefs off his hips, and suddenly we’re in whirlwind of motion. My bra is hastily unhooked, my panties disappear and we tumble to the bed. Matthew lays right atop of me and I hook my arms around his waist, marvelling at the athleticism of his body, the way my fingers find the muscle of his beautiful physique. “God, I want you.” He presses a long line of kisses against my throat, before reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. Grabbing a condom, he rolls off me and applies it.
He stalls, taking a moment to appraise me, which just makes me blush...and ache to cover myself up...which I do, by scrambling for the throw on the bed.
“No baby...let me see you.” His hand is on my wrist, and I wrench my gaze away from him, suddenly overawed by the moment. “Let me see your beautiful breasts.” At his direction, I straighten from my hunch. He goes to my side, levering me back and before I can take a breath, he fastens his mouth to my nipple.
Sucking with delicate precision, I feel a storm of wetness build in my pussy that makes me heady and weak. I put my hand to the back of his head, urging him to continue. He switches nipples, sucking then squeezing my tit with his big hand. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Matthew climbs atop of me, going missionary and I feel his cock scrape my belly. Then I get his vivid gaze to mine, as he takes his cock into his hand and pushes the fat tip just inside of me. Without meaning to, I dig my nails into his bicep, my lower half seizing. “Baby...” He breathes.
“It’s just been a while...and you’re big.” He grins, kissing me hard and inching his way into me. My breath is nothing more than a hiss of delight as I feel my pussy clench around him, dragging him in deeper, even though my muscles are protesting. I must wince or something, because Matthew goes still.
“You need to be more wet.” He slides out of me, scoots down and before I can register where he’s going, his mouth fastens onto my clit.
I damn near jack knife on the bed. Moaning so hard, that I don’t recognise my own voice as he lavishes stroke after stroke with his tongue. He has to plant a hand on my lower abs to stop me from curling onto my side completely. Then he’s pressing two thick digits inside me, hooking them upwards and scraping my G spot that makes me nearly howl in delight.
“There...” I watch as he removes his fingers, putting them into his mouth, and groaning softly. “I think you’re just about ready.”
I heave in a breath as he readjusts his position, and this time, he slides right in, right to the hilt. He holds there, his chest crushing mine, before he pumps his hips, slowly...ever so slowly. My body heats as I feel his incredibly hard cock stir the wetness inside. I feel dizzy from the sensations, grateful to be prone.
“You okay?”
I nod, only able to confirm that way how okay I am with him inside of me. I widen my legs, and he slips in further. Thinking it can’t get any better, he presses the pads of his fingers against my clit as he ramps up his thrusts. I feel myself sinking deep into the mattress, the linens, loving the cocooning sensations and then he really starts to fuck me.
Hard.
His other hand reaches up, snaking around my breast. I plant both of my palms against his butt, holding on. The warmth that is sizzling through me is incredible, and simply, I had never felt anything like it. I could feel that start of the orgasm. It was slow, a rumbling beat against my nerves and Matthew showed no sign of slowing down.
“Matthew...” I breathed. “Just give it to me...please.”
He moves with utter precision, those hips working, thrusting and fucking. Over and over, in a timeless rhythm that makes my blood heat. I could feel the edgy tightening of my pussy, and then it was happening. I clenched down on his cock as I tipped into my
