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After, she flopped back against the bed, shaking as if she’d run a mile. “I can’t… that was so amazing. So amazing.”
“Ready for round three?” I teased her swollen pussy lips with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my god, I can’t take anymore.” She scrambled away from me, got on all fours and came across the bed toward me. “Stand up,” she whispered. “I want you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Stand up. Please, Matt. I need you in my mouth.”
I grinned at her and gave her one last kiss on the lips before rising.
Her fingers flew to my belt.
She stripped it off and threw it aside then unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down. Her hands were greedy, her mouth was too, and she took me out and wrapped her hands around me. She licked her lips and took my mushroom tip into her mouth.
“Fuck.” The pleasure was instant. “Fuck. Go slow.”
“Why?” she asked, shooting a naughty look up at me. “It’s my turn to make you come.”
“Not like this.” I said, but I slid my fingers into her hair and pulled on it, holding it tight.
She sucked on my tip and licked desperately all around it. The pressure and warmth was exquisite. Summer wet her hands and ran them up and down my shaft, the wet noises fucking crazy good. I watched her from above, admiring how good it looked—my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
I guided her to the pace I enjoyed, and she let out tight, hot little moans.
I was so close to my fucking edge, I was on the brink of screaming. “Enough.” I stepped out of her grasp. I popped free, and my cock hung, thick and heavy and glistening from her mouth. “On the bed, gorgeous.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Summer
I loved it when he spoke to me like that. The command in his tone, the look in his eyes. God, he was sexy, and I was all his. He was all mine.
I settled back onto the pillows, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Take off your shirt,” Matt said.
I tore it off and threw it aside. My breasts bounced free, and my nipples hardened. I cupped myself and massaged, squirming on the bed. “Come on, baby, please.”
“Baby,” he said, growling it out. He laughed.
Matt lowered himself onto the bed next to me, not on top. “Come here,” he said and rolled me onto my side. He drew me in, dragging his fingertips down the side of my body and toward my hip. He circled it, pressed kisses to my shoulder, then opened his mouth and suckled.
I lay in his arms, shaking with every touch, every kiss. It was too good.
This had to be love. The last time we’d been together had been mind-blowing, but this was beyond that. I trembled from the merest touch or kiss or stroke.
He pressed my back to his body, and his thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks.
I gasped.
“You like how that feels?” he asked.
“I love it.”
“I love you,” he breathed into my ear.
“I love you too.”
He slipped his cock lower and slid it between my pussy lips, thrusting slowly, his hand on my hip. Matt suckled on my neck, kissed his way up to my ear, and took my lobe between his lips. He nibbled, his breath rushing against my ear and drawing goosebumps.
I shivered in his arms. “So good.”
“Yes,” he said softly.
He slid his cock inside me, gently, and I gasped. I couldn’t help it. He was so big, he filled me completely, and I could barely think straight.
The lovemaking was slow and sweet, and my body responded to his every touch. It was softer than we’d had it previously, as if he wanted to show me exactly how he felt.
Matt cupped my breasts, he kissed me gently, and we reached our climax together, shuddering over it, him filling me, gripping me gently and groaning under his breath. After, he drew me tight against his chest and peppered the side of my face and neck with kisses.
We drifted off to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open in the darkness. An arm lay over my side. Confusion strummed through my mind, and then the light scent of Matt’s cologne and the smell of his skin reached my nose.
Confusion turned into comfort and then into joy.
I was in the dark with the man of my dreams. Not just the man of my dreams, but the man I had dreamed about for years and years. It hardly seemed possible. I wanted to believe that it wasn’t true just because it would mean everything had actually worked out for me, at least romantically.
And that just wasn’t my luck.
Perhaps, it was my insecurity or it was all just too good to be true. After years of struggling and cutting off emotionally, this happened.
I turned over and caught sight of him.
