She shivered as his cold hands skated over her bare skin, but his mouth on hers warmed her up right away. Lifting his sweatshirt and the T-shirt underneath, she slid her hands over his torso, running them over the firm muscles on his back, the dent of his spine straight and narrow in the center. First up, and back down, tracing that line until she came to his ass and slid her hands inside his shorts and the tight boxer briefs he wore while working out, squeezing the firm muscles there.
Breaking away with a groan, he set her back from him. “You’re killing me.” He flicked his fingers at her torso. “Take that off. All of it.”
With her arms crossed, she gripped the lower band of the bandeau bra and pulled it off over her head. Matt stood staring at her chest, making no move to undress as well. “Huh-uh. You have to undress too.”
His eyes raised to meet hers, a lazy smile on his face. “Yes, ma’am.” He stripped his sweatshirt off in one move, his T-shirt coming with it. They both bent and removed their bottoms at the same time, their eyes never leaving each other. Kicking his shorts to the side, Matt stepped forward, wrapping her up in his arms again and backing her toward the bed. Their legs tangled together when the bed hit her behind her knees, and she fell with a whoosh, Matt bracing himself on his arms so his weight didn’t land on her. His hands went to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, holding them up for him to worship with his lips and tongue. She arched, and her breath hissed through her teeth when he scraped his over the hardened tips of her nipples, soothing them with the flat of his tongue.
He stayed there for a while, lavishing them with attention, only pulling back once to admire his handiwork. “You have great tits.”
When pink flushed from her cheeks down to her breasts at the compliment, his eyes found hers, and he grinned. “Why does that make you blush? You do have great tits. You have to know how I feel about them.”
She bit her lip and shrugged, and he just chuckled deep in his throat before going back to what he was doing, the feel of his mouth on her pulling her out of her head and centering her in her body once more. When she was with him, she existed only as sensation—the softness of his lips on her, the rough calluses on his hands, the brush of his hair on her skin as he mapped her body with his mouth, the sandpapery feel of his unshaven face against her thighs, the sting on her ass when he spanked her for fun or while he took her from behind.
She squirmed as he slid lower, one hand still squeezing and caressing her breast, the fingers tweaking her nipple, his mouth trailing down between her thighs. He sank the first two fingers of his free hand inside her, sliding them in and out a few times, making a sound of satisfaction. “Always so ready for me. I love that, babe.”
Hannah’s hands clutched at the sheets as his mouth went to work on her. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to a screaming orgasm, her thighs clamped around his head, and her hands tangled in his hair.
He pulled back with that lazy grin she loved, so smug and satisfied with his ability to give her pleasure, then rose up and kissed her thoroughly before flipping her onto her belly and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. She bit her lips as she waited, cataloguing the way his muscles moved, his hand appearing in her peripheral vision to reach for a condom. She squeaked when he slapped her ass then groaned when he pulled her hips up and filled her in one stroke. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled back slowly before sliding back in. “Fuck, yeah. I love watching my cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy.” The words were muttered quietly, almost like he was talking to himself and not to her, but the dirty talk made her muscles clench around him, and he groaned. “Shit, babe. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
Loving the feeling of power of being able to make him lose control, she cast a grin at him over her shoulder and purposefully tightened around him again. They both groaned at the feeling of him plunging into her, tapping against her G-spot while she gripped him with her inner muscles. She hadn’t experimented much with that, but it intensified the sensations so much that she did it again on the next stroke. With her face turned into the bed to muffle her cries of pleasure, she kept squeezing him with each inward stroke until he slapped her ass again, the sting making her gasp, and thrust inside her hard, catching her by surprise.
He bent over her, his chest to her back, coming down with his arms on either side of her shoulders. “I wasn’t kidding. Keep that up, and I’ll be done before you get to go again.”
She pushed back against him, a wordless moan all she could manage.
“It’s like that, is it?” He reached one hand around her, massaging the top of her mound, his fingers sliding down to circle her clit. He slowed the pace of his thrusting and pulled back until just the tip was inside her before slowly sliding in again, maintaining the light circles around her clit. When he got just far enough inside to reach her G-spot, he pulled back, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow, his fingers becoming more insistent, circling and pinching and lightly flicking, building her up quickly, finishing her off with
