He let go of her wrist and wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping the base of her skull, his fingers threaded through her hair. Bringing his face close to hers, he stared into her wide green eyes. “You’ve always been it for me, too. I didn’t realize what I was looking for until I found you again. But it’s always been this. You and me. We fit, and it’s fucking perfect, and I’m never letting you go again.”
He sealed his mouth over hers, confirming his words with his kiss. She opened for him, and met his tongue with her own. It started off slow and luscious, but morphed into something more fierce. Matt poured all of his pent up feelings into the kiss, and Hannah met him with her own—anger, frustration, longing, jealousy, lust, and most of all, love.
Hannah went up on tiptoe, pressing herself into Matt, running her hands over his shoulders and behind his neck. He growled into their kiss, the low rumble transferring through his chest where her breasts pushed against his pecs. His hands ran down her back, cupping her ass, lifting her so she wrapped her legs around him, her whole body wrapped around his.
He turned and carried her into his room, his muscles firm under her hands, but expending little effort. He tossed her on the bed, and she lay sprawled before him, his eyes dark as they raked over her body, taking in her disheveled hair and the way her red dress rode up her thighs, almost revealing the black thong she wore underneath.
With a wicked smile he crawled up her body, kissing her on the lips before nuzzling his way to her ear. “First, I’m going to strip you, then taste you everywhere that I’ve missed for weeks. Then I’m going to make slow, sweet love to you so you know exactly how much you mean to me. After we’ve recovered from that, I’m going to spank that ass until it’s red and fuck you hard. Any objections?”
Her breath hitched, and she shivered at his words. He pulled back to look at her, waiting for the small shake of her head. With a wicked grin on his lips he flipped her over so he could pull down the zipper in the back of her dress, having her push up and pull her arms out of the straps. He unhooked her strapless bra while she did that and tossed it aside. Lifting her hips, he tugged her dress and panties off, tossing them to the side as well. Then he started to make good on his wicked promises. Light kisses started at the nape of her neck, making her shiver. He worked his mouth down her spine all the way to the top of her buttocks, some kisses light and teasing, some wet and open mouthed. Every so often his tongue would dance over her skin.
When he reached the base of her spine, he gripped her buttocks, his roughened hands almost covering each cheek, kneading and pulling. A sharp bite had her sucking in a breath, the quick pain soothed with an open-mouthed kiss. Then the same thing on the other cheek. Spreading her buttocks, his mouth drifted lower, and she pushed her hips up, giving him better access to where she really wanted to feel his lips and his tongue.
His breath felt hot against her wetness. She was so turned on just by him kissing his way down her spine that she thought she’d explode from the barest touch of his tongue to her clit. And as though he could tell, he held her there like that, drawing out the anticipation, making her wiggle her hips, but his hands held her so she couldn’t push back onto his mouth.
At her whimper of frustration, he let out a low chuckle and gave her what she wanted. His tongue swiped over her, from her clit back to her opening, where he plunged it inside her, fucking her with his tongue. She couldn’t have held back her moan even if she’d wanted to.
He held her that way while he put his mouth on her from behind, but the position was awkward, and she wanted his fingers inside her while his mouth sucked on her clit. That wasn’t possible this way. “Matt.”
“Hmm?”
Oh, God. The vibration of his voice while his mouth was on her felt exquisite. She wanted to move, but she didn’t want the pleasure to stop, even if she knew it would get better if she could lay on her back. “Oh, God. Matt. Stop. Please.”
He stopped immediately, though his hands still held her cheeks spread. She collapsed into the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” With a supreme effort she started twisting her upper body and looked back at him over her shoulder. “I just want to turn over. I don’t think I can come like this. I have to focus too hard on holding myself up.”
He grinned at her and let go of her ass, his hands going to her hips, helping her turn over, pulling her body where he wanted it. His mouth found her again before she had settled, and her hands flailed, clutching at the pillows and sheets while he thrust his fingers inside her, pumping them hard and fast, sucking on her clit, ramping her closer and closer to the edge. He backed off, bringing her down with the flat of his tongue, his fingers stroking her slowly from the inside. He knew her, knew how to read her reactions, knew how to bring her to the edge and not let her tip over like he was doing now. She hoped he didn’t play with her for too long, because she was already desperate for the orgasm that had been so close.
She bucked her hips, clenching her muscles around his fingers,
