Page 43 of Big Girl Panties

He hooked his hands around the back of my knees and jerked, making my legs buckle and causing me to straddle him. My hands slapped onto his shoulders as my ass dropped onto his lap. His back lifted from the couch, shoving his chest into mine, and his warm hands slid up my sides.

A rush of heat flooded through me, settling low in my belly. My breath caught in my throat, and my thighs squeezed around him, acutely aware of a pulsing ache building between them. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive, hypersensitive to the slightest movement or touch.

Brushing his lips across mine, he moved across my cheek and stopped at my ear. "I also have a really dirty fucking mouth," his tone was low and seductive, and his words mixed with the heat of his breath, made my pussy throb.

His hand flicked over my bra, and before I knew it, he was sliding it off my arms and tossing it to the floor. "Slob," he repeated, falling back to the couch and letting his gaze rake over my bare chest.

The candlelight flickered across my skin, and I instinctively felt the need to cover myself. But as his hungry eyes roamed over me, drinking in every curve, my arms slowly lowered. For the first time, I saw myself reflected in his gaze, alluring, desirable, sexy.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Brooke," he murmured as his gaze lifted, meeting mine.

I dropped my chest to his, brushing my lips across his. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

His hands slid into my hair, fingers threading through the damp strands with surprising gentleness.

"Is that the alcohol talking?"

I shook my head, the movement barely perceptible. "Maybe giving me courage." My voice was barely a whisper. "But no."

The tenderness in his touch vanished. His grip tightened, and his mouth crashed against mine with a sudden, desperate hunger.

He shifted his weight underneath me and lifted his hips so I could feel all of him. He was long, thick, and hard, and my hips instinctively rolled over him. He released a low groan deep in his chest as I slid back and forth over his length, nearly coming unglued when my clit hit his wide head.

It had been so long since someone had made me feel this good, not just sexually but about myself, and at that moment, I was ready to go head-first over the edge.

Every instinct screamed at me to slow down, to think, to protect myself. But when his tongue swept against mine, rational thought scattered. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking more, even as some distant part of my mind whispered warnings I chose not to hear.

I tore my mouth away from his, sucking in a harsh breath as a loud moan escaped.

"That's it," he grunted, his lips trailing over my jaw and down my throat. "Ride my lap until you come." I increased my speed, moving faster, finding a rhythm that made my blood boil. "I want to see how pretty you are when you make yourself come."

His mouth moved down my chest, finding my nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned as he sucked into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tight bud.

I was so fucking close.

His free hand found my other breast, squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh as his mouth sucked and his tongue teased until my body started to vibrate.

"Matt," I cried out, my voice a mixture of desperation and bliss. My abs tightened and my legs trembled, a stark contrast to the firm, steadying grip of my hands around his broad shoulders. As his hips lifted, my head fell back, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.

I ground down harder, the thick cotton barrier between us doing little to diminish the intensity of our connection. My entire body stiffened, trembled, then released in a wave of ecstasy that tore a scream from my throat.

"Oh my God," I panted, the words barely audible between ragged breaths. My hips slowed their frantic pace, settling into a gentle, almost reverent rhythm.

Matt released my breast, his hands moving to cup my face. "Fuck, that was hot," he groaned, his voice husky with a mix of awe and residual desire. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine.

"I don't think I will ever get that image out of my head," he murmured, thumbs gently caressing my cheeks.

My body felt weak, and I relaxed. He kissed my lips softly before letting me collapse against him. He'd been the first man I'd ever met to give me anything without taking anything for himself. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had an orgasm.

The rain tapped a gentle rhythm on the windows, filling the comfortable silence between us. I traced idle patterns on his chest, gathering courage. "It's pretty late," I murmured, not quite a question.

He hummed in agreement, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "The storm's getting worse."

"Yeah," he said softly. "Looks like it might last a while."

Our eyes met, and I saw my own hesitation mirrored there. "Maybe you should…"

He nodded slowly. "Stay?"