Page 62 of The Other Room

As I lay below him spinning with desire, his tongue worked over my breasts while his fingers worked open the buttons on my jeans then slipped them down over my hips. I wiggled as I pushed them off, kicking them off to the side. He traced soft circles along my stomach with his fingers before they dipped beneath the only fabric keeping us apart. When his fingers slid between my legs, I bit my lip to keep from screaming out his name. Pure ecstasy flooded through me as his fingers sunk inside me, moving in rhythm with the tongue still tormenting my breast.

“Oh my God,” I breathed as I rocked my hips with him, pressing myself into his palm. The friction combined with the sensation of his fingers inside me and his tongue twirling around my nipple had me ready to explode in moments.

I dug my fingers into his back while I rode the tidal wave of pleasure his touch induced. Clamping my eyes shut, I inhaled a breath, holding it while I reached the crest, floating there in ecstasy for a moment before tumbling back over the other side with a cry.

Boneless and satiated, I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, a victorious smirk plastered across his face.

“Hi,” he said.

A lazy smile lifted my lips. “Hi.”

He brushed a piece of hair out of my face, and I pressed my cheek into his palm.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He lowered himself down for another kiss. “Is this really happening?”

“This is happening,” I whispered against his lips. “And we’re not done yet.”

Desperate for more, I fumbled to open his pants.. The boat rocked beneath our movement, and he paused, exchanging a smile before we slowed our movements to settle the boat back down. The need to move slow only heightened my anticipation and increased the excitement.

I pushed off his jeans, and with them his boxers, sliding his cock into my hands. A guttural groan escaped him while I worked my hand down his hard length.

“Oh my God, Jo,” he breathed as I gripped him tighter.

I watched him kneeling above me, his eyes closed tight while I stroked him and held the proof of his desire in my hand.

When his body tightened and I thought he might come, he slid his hand down over mine and stopped my motion. “As much as I’m enjoying that, I don’t want to end this night too soon.”

I smiled when I released my grip, proud I’d given him the same pleasure he’d given me.

“Don’t. Move.” He leaned down, pecking me with kisses to punctuate each word.

I lay back and watched him dig into his jeans, pulling out his wallet, and then a condom from inside.

This was happening. Me and Matt. Together, we’d reached the point of no return. Not that I’d ever want to go back. Everything I’d ever wanted was finally within my grasp. And I wanted it between my legs.

Now.

Matt hooked his thumbs on the band of my underwear, slowly inching them down as he drank in the sight of me naked. I kicked them off and tossed them on top of my pants, carnal desire making me delirious as I watched him lower himself over me, pushing my knees open with his thighs. Our eyes locked while he pressed at my entrance, his eyes begging for permission. The weight of this decision passed between us in a silent conversation, and I answered by wrapping my arms around his hips and pulling him inside me.

A surge of emotion ripped through me as he filled me with the full length of him. Our moans, saturated with pleasure, mingled into one and I dug my fingers into the small of his back.

Pure uninhibited ecstasy traveled between us while he moved inside me. But as his speed increased, the boat rocked harder, the waves slapping against the sides. Matt slowed his movement to settle the boat, and the slow, deliberate thrusts nearly drove me over the edge.

Forced to contain our passion, we moved together in a slow dance, our bodies connecting in the one way they never had. The fantasies I’d had about this moment, a moment I’d never dared to dream would come, paled in comparison to the reality. My fantasies faded into black and white movies compared to the technicolor of the real thing.

Matt leaned down, pressing his lips to mine while he continued the slow movements that had me ready to explode again. I pulled his body into mine, holding him tight while I felt his rhythm speed up. Whimpering into his mouth, I pushed against him while my body tightened in anticipation. His body froze as he moaned his release, and his name rolled off my tongue on repeat while I shattered into a million pieces.

As we lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the boat rocked beneath us, slowing back down to a gentle sway. Matt collapsed at my side and pulled me up against his chest. His lips pressed into my forehead and I closed my eyes and sighed.

“Okay. That was worth the wait.” He chuckled.

“Definitely worth the wait.” I traced his stomach muscles with my finger.

“Remind me again why we didn’t do this years ago?”

“Because we’re stubborn idiots.”

I looked up to see his familiar smile. His features were the same... the one’s I’d always admired on my best friend Matt. But this time he looked different to me. Better. He looked like someone I wasn’t done kissing.