Chapter 16 #2
It had been so long since someone had made me feel this good, not just sexually but about myself, and at that moment, I was ready to go head-first over the edge.
Every instinct screamed at me to slow down, to think, to protect myself. But when his tongue swept against mine, rational thought scattered. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking more, even as some distant part of my mind whispered warnings I chose not to hear.
I tore my mouth away from his, sucking in a harsh breath as a loud moan escaped.
"That's it," he grunted, his lips trailing over my jaw and down my throat. "Ride my lap until you come." I increased my speed, moving faster, finding a rhythm that made my blood boil. "I want to see how pretty you are when you make yourself come."
His mouth moved down my chest, finding my nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned as he sucked into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tight bud.
I was so fucking close.
His free hand found my other breast, squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh as his mouth sucked and his tongue teased until my body started to vibrate.
"Matt," I cried out, my voice a mixture of desperation and bliss. My abs tightened and my legs trembled, a stark contrast to the firm, steadying grip of my hands around his broad shoulders. As his hips lifted, my head fell back, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.
I ground down harder, the thick cotton barrier between us doing little to diminish the intensity of our connection. My entire body stiffened, trembled, then released in a wave of ecstasy that tore a scream from my throat.
"Oh my God," I panted, the words barely audible between ragged breaths. My hips slowed their frantic pace, settling into a gentle, almost reverent rhythm.
Matt released my breast, his hands moving to cup my face. "Fuck, that was hot," he groaned, his voice husky with a mix of awe and residual desire. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine.
"I don't think I will ever get that image out of my head," he murmured, thumbs gently caressing my cheeks.
My body felt weak, and I relaxed. He kissed my lips softly before letting me collapse against him. He'd been the first man I'd ever met to give me anything without taking anything for himself. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had an orgasm.
The rain tapped a gentle rhythm on the windows, filling the comfortable silence between us. I traced idle patterns on his chest, gathering courage. "It's pretty late," I murmured, not quite a question.
He hummed in agreement, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "The storm's getting worse."
"Yeah," he said softly. "Looks like it might last a while."
Our eyes met, and I saw my own hesitation mirrored there. "Maybe you should…"
He nodded slowly. "Stay?"
"If you want," I said quickly, then softer, "I want you to."
His arms tightened around me, just a fraction. "Then I'm not going anywhere."
Something in his voice made me think he wasn't just talking about tonight. I closed my eyes, letting myself believe it.
Matt's arms shifted, tightening around me before he lifted us both from the couch in one fluid motion. I kept my eyes closed as he carried me, trusting him completely, feeling weightless and safe. The familiar creak of my bedroom door, the soft whisper of sheets being pulled back.
We settled into the bed slowly, a careful choreography of limbs finding their place. Matt's chest pressed against my back, and I could feel his breath gradually evening out against my neck, the tension finally leaving his shoulders.
I was drifting off to sleep, Matt's arm wrapped around my waist, when the familiar thud of paws hitting the mattress echoed through the quiet room.
Karen landed with all the grace of a small calico bulldozer, immediately positioning herself between Matt and me like a furry bouncer.
"Seriously?" Matt mumbled into his pillow, his voice thick with sleep.
Karen shot Matt a look that could have melted steel. Her green eyes narrowed to slits, and she let out a low, disgruntled meow that roughly translated to "Move it, human. You're in my spot."
I bit back a laugh. "She was here first, technically."
Karen stepped directly onto Matt's chest, kneading with her claws just enough to make her point. Matt winced.
"Okay, okay, I surrender." Matt reached up and began scratching behind Karen's ears, his fingers working through the soft fur. "There. Happy now, Your Majesty?"
The transformation was immediate. Karen's entire demeanor shifted from offended royalty to a purring puddle of contentment. She melted under Matt's touch, her eyes closing to happy slits as a rumbling purr filled the room.
"Traitor," I whispered to Karen, who was now curling up on Matt's pillow, her tail twitching with satisfaction.
Matt grinned at me in the dim light. "I think we've reached a peace treaty."
Karen stretched one paw to rest on Matt's shoulder, claiming her territory while simultaneously accepting her new bed-mate.
Matt was already closing his eyes, Karen's purr serving as the world's most effective white noise machine.