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He was right. In any other situation he could crook his finger and have me on my knees. But when I was doing it to protect him? To stop him hurting?
He stood no chance.
I nipped at his jaw. “Just remember what I said. You say stop, we stop. You want to come, you tell me what you’re upset about.”
Matty lifted the hand that wasn’t pinned to the bed, running it down my bare chest. “Game on.”
Batting his hand away, I shoved it down to join the other one. With both his hands held by one of mine, I used my spare hand to tease him.
I started small. Barely there touches over his clothes. I caressed his chest, purposefully missing his nipples. His groin, again avoiding where he wanted my touch.
When Matty started wriggling beneath me, I added my lips to the mix. I dropped butterfly kisses over every inch of his face, his neck.
Then, when his whimpers were filling the air like the sweetest song, I did what I’d been wanting to do since the first time I’d laid eyes on him.
I ran my tongue up the front of his throat. Straight over his Adam’s apple. Up over his chin.
Matty’s mouth was open on a gasp. I took full advantage, plunging my tongue in to taste him.
Satisfaction tingled through me as my sunshine surrendered on a desperate moan. We’d barely started and he was already going wild.
Releasing his wrists, I kissed him as my hands went to the neck of his top. “You particularly attached to this outfit, sunshine?”
“No,” he moaned against my lips.
That was all the permission I needed. A loud ripping sound filled the air as I tore the material in two. His shorts followed, but when his underwear was revealed, I paused.
“Oh, sunshine,” I rasped, going up on my knees so I could examine the delightful package being presented. “More pretty things? You spoil me.”
He stopped squirming, giving me that shy smile that I think was becoming my favourite. “You approve?”
“I’d approve of you in anything.” I touched the lace reverently, obsessed with how the deep blue contrasted against the paleness of his skin. “But there’s something about you in lace that’s extra appealing.”
I took my time removing them, making sure to kiss and caress every inch of the fabric. When I was done with the front, I flipped him over to repeat the process on the back.
Stroking my cock a couple of times, I admired the way the material disappeared between his cheeks, like an arrow guiding me home.
Matty really did have exquisite taste in underwear. Maybe one day I’d take him shopping for some. Hire out a whole shop while he modelled the various pieces for me.
A jolt went through me. No. We’d never do that because we didn’t have a future together.
My cock softened at the thought of leaving Matty. Not wanting to ruin this moment, I focused back on pleasing him.
Not pleasing him. Getting information from him.
Even in my head, that excuse sounded pathetic.
I traced his thong with my fingers first. Then I followed the trail with my tongue.
Matty moaned as I licked down his crack. Wanting more access, I nudged his knees wider, splaying him open to me.
The strip of material was so thin that it barely covered his hole. Not bothering to push it aside, I flattened my tongue against the puckered skin and lace. Fuck. Matty shouldn’t taste this good. It wasn’t normal.
Rimming was something I hadn’t bothered with in centuries. It was too intimate to do with a quick hookup. As those had been the only sexual encounters I’d had, this was something that had fallen by the wayside.
I hadn’t even realised I’d missed it. Or maybe I was just enjoying it this much because it was Matty.
He seemed to have a way of making everything better.
