“Fuck, yes,” he whispers. I don’t linger, though. I move further down, placing a soft kiss on his pelvis right above hisdick, then gently take his balls in my hand as I run my tongue up his shaft. He starts to leak, so I insert the head into my mouth to suck and swallow what’s there.
“Jesus, Brit,” he rasps out. I let him go as deep in my throat as possible before releasing him entirely.
“Do you want more, Mats?”
“Fuck, babe, yes.” He runs a trembling hand through my hair in appreciation. I nod and suck his dick in again, letting him go a little further this time. I add my hand to help, and I suck and pull, riding his cock with my mouth. I can feel myself starting to drip over how turned on it’s making me.
“S-stop, babe. I need you, now.” I release him, and his dick slips out of my mouth, making a popping sound. I move over him to drop down on his cock, but he stops me with a shake of his head, rolling me on to my back and pinning me to the mattress.
“No fucking way are you fucking me tonight, sweetheart. I’ve been fantasizing about this for years.” He gazes down at me while he runs the pad of his thumb over my lip, back and forth, then slips it between my wet lips.
“Suck it, darling,” he demands, and I do. I run my hands up and down the length of the outstretched arm, watching his dick twitch with desire. “Do you want me, Britain?” he asks. I nod.
“Then take my dick, sweetheart.” He presses the wet head against my entrance and starts to ease his way in. Slowly. Too slowly. I want more, I need more. I try to moan out, “More,” but his thumb makes it hard to understand.
“I know you want more, babe,” he says, removing his thumb from my mouth, then slamming into me forcefully.Fuck! Why does it feel a hundred times better than I remember?
“Matthias!” I call out to him in pleasure.
“I know, babe, your perfect fucking pussy was made for me.” He shakes his head, his hair slightly curling with perspirationand falling forward. “No,wewere made for each other.” He thrusts again, pulling out then sliding back in, hard. “It’s never been like this with anyone else for me.” He thrusts again, grinding down on me as my hips rise to meet him. “I needed this, Brit. I just fucking need you.” We thrust and grind again, our old rhythm making its way back to us in a new, yet better way.
“Mats, I’m close,” I whisper out. He nods.
“Me too, babe. Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes, understand?” It’s my turn to nod. I remember now, how intimate sex was with him. It always felt more like making love than fucking, even when he took me hard. Even when he bent me over to seemingly use me, he always brought us back together in the end. Coming together was always his goal, the thought alone brings me to the brink of my orgasm, and when he pushes into me one last time, my climax breaks free.
I scream out his name, and he ruts into me, locking our eyes and our bodies as we both give and take in this intimate exchange. Our bodies are tight against one another, throbbing, when he drops his head beside mine to whisper in my ear, “I’ve never stopped loving you, Brit.”
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Britain
It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ per se, but it definitely had the same effect. My cheeks heat and I don’t know what to say. Do I love him? I don’t know that we’reinlove…yet. I think we could get there. I’m debating how to respond when he interrupts me.
“Don’t say anything back. I just wanted you to know that.” Idon’tsay anything back. I just nod and he pulls back to look me in the eyes, rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “God, that was better than I imagined,” he laughs slightly, “better than I remembered.”
I smile, like he took the words right out of my mouth. “I thought it was better than I remembered, too.” He slides out of me, leaving a trail of his cum down my thigh, and the thought of that alone has me wanting him again. Matthias moves back, but doesn’t move off me just yet. He drops a kiss to my belly, lets out a chuckle, and rolls off the bed towards the bathroom, so I follow right behind him to pee and clean up.
When I get back to his room, he’s pushed the duvet back up and is sitting, waiting for me on the edge of the bed with the teehe lent me hanging from a hand. I stand in front of him, between his legs, and he drops the t-shirt down over my body.
“Can I get you some water? You didn’t really eat anything. Do you want me to order something?”
“Areyouhungry?” I ask, but he tilts his head down at me, giving me ‘the look.’ “Alright, fine, yes. I’m not super hungry, but I should probably eat.” I only got two bites of my baklava sundae and no bites of real food. The last thing I ate was a chicken salad at noon. “What time is it even?”
“It’s five after eight,” he replies. I laugh.
“Oh, how things have changed. It’s 8:00 P.M. on Saturday night and we’ve already gone out, come home, had sex, and are ready for a midnight snack.” He laughs, too.
“I told you I was old now, babe. I think I picked you upat8:00 for our first date. Do you remember that?” He strokes my arms since I’m still standing between his legs and I brace my hands on his thighs as he does.
“I do remember it,” I say.
“Did you ever think about me, over the years?”
My cheeks turn hot. Do I tell him the truth?Yeah, I was basically obsessed with you until…Liam.No, don’t think so, but I also can’t lie. My red cheeks are definitely giving me away. He smiles, knowing.
“Yes, I did. Did you? Think about me?”
He nods. “I thought about you a lot. Too much probably.” He reaches up to brush hair out of my face, then continues, “I even went as far as tracking you down…and there may have been Google searches over the years.” My cheeks have definitely gone full Flaming Hot Cheeto now.Matthias Scala Googled me?
