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He was so fucking thick I could barely handle it. So thick and full and oh god, he stretched me to the point where it was just a tiny bit painful but mostly pleasure. I sat on him and took in the fullness, clenching around his girth, clutching his shoulders.
“Thought you might like that,” he said.
I pressed my hands to the sides of his neck and leaned in. Our lips met, and my pussy tightened all over again. I rushed closer to my orgasm, though he hadn’t done anything to me yet.
“Shit,” he said, leaning back and looking me in the eye. “You’re on the Pill, right?”
“Yes.” Oh god, it had been so natural just to sit on him without a condom. I hadn’t thought it through, and neither had he.
“I’m clean,” he said. “I’m assuming you are too.”
“Best pillow talk ever.” I swayed my hips, unable to contain myself even now. “And yes, I am. I’ve got test results to prove it. I’ll email them to you when we’re back in Florida.”
He laughed, fixing his hands around my waist. “Enough talk. Let’s fuck.”
“Hard. Let’s make a mess.”
“Oh, you can bet I’m going to, gorgeous.” He kissed me again.
I dragged my fingers over his shoulders, tracing the muscles, the skin, enjoying the taste of him. I sucked on his tongue, bit on his lip, enjoyed the throb of his cock inside me.
Matt enjoyed the kiss a second longer, and then he unleashed fresh heaven on my body. He lifted me and moved me up and down on his cock, hard and fast, just as I’d wanted. My throat opened up, and cries were let loose. Water splashed onto the bathroom floor.
My climax approached fast—I didn’t usually come without attention on my clit, but the heat in this moment, him moving me and using me to please himself, was just too much to handle.
“Fuck yes,” he growled against my lips. “Fuck yes.”
His thrusts were strong and fast, and the pleasure was endless. Waves of it descended on me, and I could barely focus on anything except grasping his shoulders and falling into the sensation. I reached the crest faster than the last time, and I came hard, my pussy clenching and releasing, accepting all he had to give.
After, he lifted me gently off his body and set me back against the bath. We washed ourselves, laughing and joking.
“I should go back to my room,” I said.
“Looking like that?” he asked.
“Like what?”
“So superbly and freshly fucked?”
“Is that how I look?” I fluffed my wet hair, failing miserably. “But yeah, I probably should. I mean, if Emmy comes by looking for me…”
“Right. Of course.”
And there it was, the reminder that this was physical and nothing else. The attraction between us had to remain sexual and go no further.
Chapter Sixteen
Summer
I slipped—well, crutch-walked—out of Matt’s room half an hour later, fully clothed, my belly full of pizza and my pussy ever-so-slightly sore after our session. It had been perfect, and I had to be some kind of idiot to be involved with him again, but I couldn’t be mad about it.
I headed for my room and bumped directly into a thing. With arms.
I yelped and stumbled, but an arm grasped hold of my crutch-wielding hand and steadied me. “Whoa,” a woman said. “Sorry. Are you OK?” It was the redheaded bridesmaid I’d been introduced to the other day. What was her name? Penny? Primrose?
“Sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“That’s fine. Hey, you’re Emmy’s friend. The maid of honor, right?”
“Right.” I nodded.
“Pamela,” she gestured to herself. “I’m one of the bridesmaids. I’ve got to tell you, your dance lessons have been so great.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I said.
God, of course she was out here right now. What if she figured out whose room I’d just been in? Relax, it’s not like it means anything. She won’t figure it out. She won’t even know what to tell Emmy, or that Emmy would be upset. It’s fine.
But that wasn’t totally true. It was obvious that Emilia wouldn’t want her brother boinking the maid of honor, for god’s sake.
“Don’t you think it’s so romantic that Em and Scott are getting married on Valentine’s Day?” Pamela asked.
OK, so now we’re in a full-scale conversation, apparently?
“Yeah, uh, totally. It’s great.”
“Valentine’s Day is so damn romantic,” Pamela continued. “I heard the hotel staff are going to decorate everything in red. Isn’t that amazing? So sweet, gosh, I can’t imagine my wedding being like that. I know some people might consider it too commercial, but me? Well, all the hearts and flowers just make me googly-eyed. What about you?”
“I guess. Yeah. Sure.” I glanced back at Matt’s door.
“What are you looking at?”
“Huh? Nothing. I just. Uh…I was thinking of getting something to eat downstairs.”
“Oh cool, I’ll come with you.”
Oh god, now we were having food together?
