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Matt
Hewasalloverthe place, and I probably should have stopped him. Sat him back on the sofa and talked him down from this frenzy of feelings. That would have been the right thing to do. The sensible option.
I wasn’t sensible. Not anymore. Not with his lips against mine and the way he was clawing at my boxers, trying to get his hand where he wanted it, which was… There. OK. He had my arse in a firm grip, and it was crazy how much that turned me on. Cranked me up. Blimey, and there was his tongue in my mouth and…fuck.
I never swore except during sex, when I could be rather bossy and in control, but I had absolutely no control here, and I needed to do something about that. I turned him around and slammed him into the wall behind us, managing to elegantly drop my boxers in the process.
Then I grabbed his face and made him look at me.
I wasn’t having any of this. None of it.
OK. I was.
Because his face.
Shit. Fuck. Hell.
I carefully kissed his upper lip, then the lower one. Slowed everything down so I could actually think.
“Are you…OK with this?” I whispered as he once again tried to ravage my mouth.
His boner was back, stabbing my leg through the flimsy fabric of his shorts—the only thing between us. Carefully releasing him with one hand, I pulled down his shorts and let them slip to the floor, then reinstated my grip on his chin and made sure he was looking at me. Really looking at me. His eyes were glassy, and his cheeks were flushed pink.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do, but you have to show me what you…need.”
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was hard with his hand around my dick. His breath hitched.
Ah. OK. Words were kind of unnecessary then, but I was nervous on his behalf because I’d once been through this too. The dreaded first time. Mine had been OK, as good as it could have got with someone, I thought had been boyfriend material but turned out to be anything but. I didn’t want to think about it.
What Ididwant was for this to be good. For him. I didn’t care what happened as long as he got what he needed. So I kissed him, hard. Smiled as he moaned and put his hands back on my arse, gripping tightly as he humped into my groin. I’d have marks there tomorrow, and that kind of made me happy.
So much for me taking charge. With one hand now on my hip and the other now gripping my arm, he walked me backwards and threw me onto the bed. So was this how we were doing this? Him in control and me pinned to the mattress as he crawled onto the bed, on all fours, on top of me.
Oh God. His dick. I’d only caught a glimpse of it hard, but fuck me sideways.
Like I said, I only swore during sex. And in my head.
“You’re…bloody stunning,” I murmured. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“Thanks…I guess.”
That made me laugh. Fuck. I was so bloody in love with this guy it was ridiculous.
His lips on mine were addictive, and now I was squashed, breathlessly trying to roll him onto his side until we somehow ended up stomach to stomach, chest to chest, his hand sliding over my hip and gently squeezing my arse. If I didn’t know he’d never done this before, I’d have begged for him to fuck me. Just one glimpse of that dick of his had ruined me forever. I wanted it. I wanted him. Fuck. I wanted that cock in my mouth, and I wanted him to…
“Conny,” I moaned as his hand snaked down between us and once again gripped my cock. My rock-hard cock. No surprise there. My fingers trailed over his chest. His body was insane, all hard firm muscle, curves to die for. And those nipples. I peppered kisses down his pec, letting my tongue play with that perfect skin, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. His breath came out as a soft gasp.
“Anything you need, I will give you. You can do anything you want to me.” God knows what I was promising him, but I’d give it to him. All of it.
“Anything?” came from above my head in a voice that was barely there.
I leant back and allowed myself to look at him. His chest blushed bright pink as I dropped my gaze and gently traced my fingers over his erection. He was…the expression well-endowed wasn’t descriptive enough. I’d seen him naked; his cock sat prettily over his balls. Erect was a completely different picture and…there it was. A long, drawn-out groan as I gave him a couple of good tugs.
He grabbed one of the pillows and tried to hide underneath it, which, of course, I wouldn’t let him.
I threw the pillow on the floor before pressing my mouth against his. “I’m going to make you come. I promise.”
“Matt?” he whispered.
