Chapter Fifteen #2
Now his gaze had settled on one particular place—her feminine core—and he stood there staring at it with an intensity she felt.
If he could look at her so intently, then she could certainly get another eyeful of him.
With that thought in mind, her gaze shifted from his face to his midsection.
Specifically, that body part she had copped a feel of a few moments ago.
“Iris…”
She looked back up into his eyes, and the intensity in them heated her skin all over. She nearly held her breath, waiting for him to make the next move.
Then he made it.
Joining her on the bed, he pulled her into his arms and she felt the wet flick of the tip of his tongue as it slowly moved over her body.
First, he went to her breasts and latched on to a nipple like it belonged in his mouth.
Moments later, his sucking sent sensations ripping into her.
The way his mouth devoured her breasts had her moaning his name. “Matt…”
He lifted his head only long enough to say, “I’m here, baby, and I don’t intend to go anywhere.”
When he latched his mouth to her breast again, she threw her head back with another deep moan.
Then his mouth released her breast and began licking its way down to her stomach.
It seemed he knew just what pleasure points to tongue stroke.
After licking around her navel a few times, his hand settled in the area between her legs.
When he touched her there, she got wet from the contact.
“Matt…” she moaned again. Not sure she could handle much more of what he was doing to her body and the way he was doing it. And when his fingers began stroking her, her legs parted for him, giving him access to anything and everything he wanted.
“I want to taste you here, Iris,” he said, as his fingers moved with deliberate finesse.
She was about to open her mouth to tell him he could do whatever he pleased when he shifted positions and replaced his hand with his tongue.
He applied that same hunger and greed he’d used to kiss her, between her legs, and her body’s primal reaction kicked in with a vengeance.
Her brain began to falter when the full effect of what he was doing tried to push her over the edge.
A multitude of sexual sensations spread through her stomach.
And then she felt a ball of need burst to life right there where his mouth was.
That made her scream his name when her body exploded into what seemed to be a thousand pieces.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Matt…” She could barely speak his name.
“Shh, baby. I got you.”
At that moment, she knew he did. She also knew that for them, the night was just starting.
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Matt eased from the bed to put on a condom. Doing so forced him to recall the last time he had made love to a woman. He quickly surmised he hadn’t done so since meeting Iris at that party almost two years ago. He momentarily paused at that realization. Had it been that long?
He would admit his desire for her had started that night.
Could he honestly assume she had anything to do with his abstinence when he’d known she belonged to someone else?
And there was zero chance of anything ever developing between them?
For all he knew, she and the guy might have been headed for the altar.
However, he would admit something seemed off when he’d had the chance to meet the guy at Jaxon and Nadia’s wedding. It was obvious to anyone who’d observed the couple that more than once Iris had gotten annoyed with the man. Not surprisingly, since Warren Forsythe seemed on the arrogant side.
But if she wasn’t the reason he hadn’t bedded another woman, then what was?
Was it possible that his desire for her had diminished his desire for other women?
Even that Candy woman tonight hadn’t gotten a rise out of him.
And he couldn’t blame his abstinence on his work since being swamped with court cases hadn’t stopped him from enjoying the opposite sex before.
It really didn’t matter, he thought now, heading back to the bed and the naked woman stretched out on it. If he had subconsciously been waiting for her, then it had been well worth it. The intensity of his aroused body could attest to that.
Matt saw a glimmer of complete comprehension in her stare as she watched him move toward the bed.
He was convinced he got even more aroused when she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
He was reading her silent message loud and clear.
What he wanted more than anything was to join their bodies in the most primitive way.
He wanted this to be the beginning of them as life partners.
She might not see it as such now, but he intended to get her on board, however long it took.
The moment he reached the bed and positioned his body over hers, he lowered his mouth, and like a magnet, her lips connected with his.
The moment that happened, a throb of hunger shot to every part of his body.
Then, as if his erection knew what it was supposed to do, it went straight to her entrance, and felt her wetness.
The thought that she wanted him as much as he wanted her made him intensify their kiss.
When she raised her hips, he thrust deep, and then she did what she usually did whenever they kissed: She began grinding her body against his.
This time he was buried inside her while she did so.
He broke off the kiss to stare down at her as they moved, joining her in their mating dance.
Nearly sliding out of her and then thrusting back in a rhythm they both knew.
Every time he reentered her body, her inner muscles tightened around him and held him hostage after trying to squeeze everything out of him.
That only propelled him to plunge faster and harder, and from the spark he saw in her gaze, she was enjoying each and every stroke.
Seeing her degree of satisfaction had sexual excitement curling in his stomach.
When she whispered his name, he lowered his mouth to take hers and lit a powder keg between them. He knew her climax was just as fierce as his own as they peaked in unison.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body arched upward to meet his downward thrust. He released her mouth, threw his head back and hollered her name as another explosion ripped through them both.
He couldn’t seem to stop his body from pumping inside her, over and over.
The same need and desire spiraling inside him seemed to be spiraling through her.
She was just as hot, needy and out of control as he was.
When he felt her coming again, he slammed hard and deep, and she moaned for more. He gave her what she wanted.
The moment another orgasm hit them both, he knew this would be one hell of a long and enjoyable night.