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TWENTY-TWO
Matthew
Please, Matthew. I need you.”
God, if she kept looking at me like that, I was going to explode. Or possibly lose it in my pants before I even got her into my bed, and I certainly couldn’t ignore the growing erection in my jeans. Dammit. I could feel myself leaking out of my tip through my boxers, and I needed to act upon that rather quickly. But…
“Noelle,” I said, “Not here.”
I told her that I wanted her on my bed, and damn her, I meant it. I knew that I would gladly take her anywhere—anywhere, but I wanted to pleasure her thoroughly, to feel her soft skin against my sheets, to watch her fingers bunch the fabric as I coaxed her over that invisible edge. And damn her because she was causing me all these feelings that I had never felt before. I had never cared about being with someone else like this—like I wanted to with Noelle. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to make love to her, and God, if those thoughts didn’t scare me more than anything else.
I nipped at her neck for good measure before scooping her up in my arms, one under her legs and one supporting her back, and carrying her to my bedroom. It wasn’t much, I thought, surveying my basic room that held the bare essentials. There was a poster of a pacific northwest mountain range, one I had hiked, my bookcase full of my favorite fantasy and historical books, and then there was Snowball’s bed in the corner. I sat Noelle down on top of my blue comforter, and she perched on my bed wearing only her lacy panties.
“Look at you,” I said, feeling such a swell of desire for her in my chest. “My gorgeous girl. You look so beautiful right now.” I climbed in next to her, and then we were face to face as I placed another kiss down her neck, her collarbone, on her ribs in between her breasts, before Noelle was tugging at my shirt, pulling it off, desperate for me to be as naked for her as she was for me.
Her fingers danced over my abs, solid and hard from my dedication to working out. It was my athlete’s body, long after I had quit playing any sports. But the strumming of Noelle’s fingers along my bare skin clouded my vision, my judgment. I could only see her, her in front of me, hungry and waiting.
I pulled her closer to nibble on her earlobe before moving my mouth down and sucking on her neck, as she moaned in response to my touch. My hands found her breasts, and I cupped them once again, massaging and gently soothing, fingers flicking over her already sensitive nipples.
“Matthew—god, I love how your big hands feel on me.”
Shit, if I kept this up, I was going to lose it just from touching her, feeling her. I moved my hands further down her body, ghosting over her stomach, her thighs, before I slipped a finger over the lace that was the only thing preventing me from slipping inside her, and pressed down, eliciting a moan from Noelle.
“Already so wet for me, aren’t you? Can’t wait to get my mouth on your sweet pussy.”
Noelle’s voice was all breathy, a little too high as she responded, “God, yes, I’m so dripping wet for you, Matthew—”Another noise slipped from her throat as I pressed harder against her clit.
“You like that?”
“Yes. Yes, Matthew, fuck. I need you, please.”
I hooked my fingers in the band on each end of her panties and pulled them down and off of her so I could see all of her as she laid down, spread out and opened for me. “Wanna look at you. My girl all sprawled out and ready for me in my bed.”
“How do you want me?” she murmured, causing a slight growl of frustration, if not arousal, from me. “You can have me any way you want. On top, or—”
“Fuck, Noelle. First, I want to taste you,” I said, flipping her and moving her on top of me. “Then I want you to ride me, so I can see that beautiful face of yours as you come around my cock.”
Now it was Noelle’s turn to whimper as I pushed her thighs apart and pulled her towards me, prompting her to sit on my face. I licked up her entrance, the lightest of touches as I teased her with my tongue.
“Matthew!” she shrieked from the startling, dizzying sensation of my tongue.
I moaned against her, nose bumping against her clit as I licked up and down, and again, giving her no pressure, the lightest of tongue grazing her entrance. God, I loved when she shuddered on top of me, loved tasting her pussy, spread out just for me.
“Don’t—” she bit out, “tease me.”
My response was muffled underneath her, and the vibrations caused a shiver to run down her body. She fisted her fingers into my hair, as if it was possible to pull me closer as she sat on top of me. I told her I wanted to taste her, and I did. I wanted to bring her to climax on my tongue, enjoying her, taking my time. The way I couldn’t in my office last time—the way we shouldn’t in my office. Because however we had met, however this tumultuous relationship had begun, during these past two and a half months with her, I had fallen for her intelligence, her sharp tongue, her quick wit. I had fallen for her mind and body, and there was nothing I wanted more than to show her how much I cared for her. Because fuck, I did care about her. So much it almost scared me.
My hands moved to her hips to hold her steady as I finally slipped my tongue inside of her, exploring her. I lapped at her folds, tasting her wetness, the salty sweetness which was so unmistakablyNoelle. “Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Your tongue, Matthew. Feels so good inside of me. Do I taste good, babe?”
If I had been honest with her, I would have told her that I hadn’t enjoyed going down on my earlier partners—girlfriends who had used me for my body, and not cared about my feelings.
But Noelle, my Noelle, I wanted to taste her every minute of every day.
“Matthew.” Noelle’s hips ground into me as she cried again, trying to gain more friction as she squirmed on top of me. “More, please,” she pleaded, “Need more.”
Her breathing got heavier, her thighs squeezing from satisfaction against my face as another thrust of my tongue caused Noelle to gasp. I knew she was close, but I kept my fingers on her hips, digging into her round, luscious ass, and enjoyed her anyway, knowing exactly how to drive her mad.
“Oh, Matthew, oh—” My tongue licked upwards and found her clit, circling around it before closing my lips and sucking. Noelle’s legs shook around my head, and I was sure that if she wasn’t sitting on top of me, her back would have arched off the bed against the pleasure I was giving her. But I wanted this: to give her attention where she needed it, where she would feel it most.
