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He began to kiss his way down her body, stopping once again to lavish her breasts with attention. As soon as he kissed lower, trailing his lips over her stomach and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she tensed and tried to pull her legs closed.
“Oh, I . . . um. You . . . You don’t have to.” She gripped his shoulders, and he stopped.
“I want to.” He eased her panties off and slid his fingers through her wet folds, just once, a slow, upward movement and she moaned softly. “We only have tonight, and Ellie . . . I really want to see you come.”
“I, I just . . .” Her voice trailed off as her grip on his shoulders tightened. He could tell, even in the dim light of the hotel room, that her face was nearly scarlet. He didn’t want to pressure her into something she didn’t want to do, but he also wanted to taste her. To feel her come against his mouth and to know that he’d given her everything he could.
Well, in bed, at least.
He stood up off the bed, and with Ellie’s eyes tracking his every movement, undid his belt, and then pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Fishing the ribbon of condoms from his pocket, he tossed them on the bed before lying down beside her, only wearing his boxer briefs. “I have an idea.”
She propped herself up on one elbow, her thick, blond hair cascading over her shoulder, her cheeks still wonderfully red. “An idea?” One of her eyebrows arched over her glasses. Mirroring her posture, he propped himself up and slid her glasses from her face, placing them carefully on the bedside table.
“Straddle me. You’ll feel less exposed, and you can move away whenever you want. If you don’t like it.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it . . .” She sat all the way up. “Or, I mean . . . I think I like it.” She bit her bottom lip.
“Come here and let me convince you.”
Chapter 6
There was something so tender, so sexy about the way Matt looked at her, and it hit Ellie that with him, she felt beautiful. Really, truly, beautiful, and it did wonders for her sexual confidence. This connection, this comfort she found in him was what had been missing in the past. Not feeling it was what had made sex so mediocre. In the relationships she’d had before, she’d been the one to give pleasure, and very rarely the one to receive it. She almost giggled as she eased her knees down on either side of Matt’s head, feeling selfish and greedy and deliciously wanton.
“Oh God, Ellie. You smell so good.” The fact that she knew he wasn’t talking about her perfume sent a thrill sparking through her, and she settled her butt down on his chest, trying to still the nervous tremble quivering through her limbs. She clenched, flexing her thighs and feeling pitifully empty and unbelievably aroused. She was seconds away from begging when Matt’s mouth was on her, and she couldn’t have formed a coherent sentence to save her life. Her head fell back, and she lost herself in the intense sensation of Matt’s lips gently kissing her clit, and then his tongue sweeping slowly through her drenched folds.
“Baby, you’re soaked.” He spoke the words against her, pressing kisses to her delicate flesh in between words.
Her breathing was labored, and she had to fight to speak. “I’m sorry.”
He licked her again and then kissed her inner thigh. “Do not be sorry. You are the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever met. This” —And in case she had any doubt what he was referring to, he flicked his tongue over her clit before briefly sucking it into his mouth— “is incredible. I love it. Don’t be sorry.”
She’d opened her mouth to say “okay,” but the word was stolen from her as Matt’s tongue circled around her clit, and a moan came out instead. She tipped forward and curled her fingers around the headboard for support, her hands flexing against the dark wood. Instinctively, she swiveled her hips against his mouth, intensifying the pressure building deep inside her. Matt groaned and deepened his kiss, his mouth moving against her with increased passion. And for once, Ellie worried about nothing in bed except enjoying herself. Enjoying the immensely pleasurable feel of Matt’s mouth against her, kissing and licking and sucking until everything tightened within her, and she bucked against his mouth as an intense orgasm tore through her, her fingers digging in to the headboard.
He nipped at the inside of her thigh, and she looked down at him. He smiled up at her, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “As bad as you thought it would be?” He kissed her thigh again.
She laughed and felt him smile against her. “What if I told you it was a hundred times better than anything ever?”
“I’d say it’s a good start.”
Oh, Jesus. She wasn’t sure if she could take any more.
She climbed off of him, suddenly feeling self-conscious, folding her arms over her not-flat stomach and curling into him, trailing kisses over his arm, nipping at his impressive bicep. God, his body was just . . . it was gorgeous. She’d never been with a man who looked like him before, with tattoos like his, or with his fit, muscled physique. Inwardly, she high-fived herself. First guy ever with an actual six-pack and those drool-worthy cut lines along his hips. She began kissing a trail down his chest and over his hard stomach, kissing each defined muscle as she went. She paused, her lips hovering over the small, circular scar on the lower left-hand side of his stomach.
She traced her fingers over the mottled pink and white skin, hesitating slightly. “Is this . . . is this a bullet wound?”
He nodded, once.
“Will you tell me about it?”
“Sure. I’ll tell you whatever you want if you do what I think you’re about to.”
A wave of sadness almost stole her breath, because she realized, as she continued to shower his abs with kisses, that it didn’t really matter, about the tattoos, or the scar. Because at this time tomorrow, he’d be nothing but a memory. Refusing to let the sadness suck her under, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he raised his hips off of the mattress, letting her pull his underwear down. She didn’t bother slipping them free of his legs because she was too distracted by the sight of Matt’s naked cock.
Wow. Talk about releasing the Kraken.
It was thick, long, and sexy as hell. She couldn’t stop herself from dipping her head and licking up its entire length before sucking the tip into her mouth. Already, she could taste how aroused he was, and his hips pushed up off the mattress as his fingers wove into her hair.
“Fuck, Ellie. Yes.” His voice was low and rough, and he pumped his hips up, encouraging her to take more of his impressive cock into her mouth. Blowing out a breath, she lowered her mouth onto him, taking as much of him as she could, and he ground out a low moan, her name strangled on his lips. She flicked her tongue out, tasting the saltiness of him, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. The need to connect with him, to feel him inside her, was astounding in its intensity.
