30. Matthew
30
MATTHEW
R unning in the rain, there was a lightness to our movement as we basked in the feeling of being in love. It was as if finally being able to come clean and rid ourselves of the lies and mistakes that once broke us had made us feel freer.
I tucked Cassie under my arm once we reached the lobby of my apartment building, ducking inside the elevator quickly as soon as it arrived. Cassie leaned into my side, her fingertips scratching the scruff along my chin. I hadn’t shaved for the engagement party. Ever since my blow up with Wyatt at the shareholders’ dinner, I had abandoned the clean-cut, cookie cutter image that my parents had tried to get me to maintain. I’d start to throw all the rules I’d been given out the window, trying to figure out what it was that I wanted. What I liked. And what I liked the most was Cassie in my arms, and hopefully soon, in my bed .
I leaned in to kiss her once more, desperate for her touch. She moved her fingers along the sides of my face, pulling me down to her. Our lips met in the most sensual and painfully slow way. It was almost like dancing combined with a feeling of coming home. There was a sense of both relief and agony. A yearning for more.
Before we could get very far in our rediscovery of one another, the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival, and the doors opened. After we’d both kicked off our shoes, I led her through the foyer, and when Rocky spotted us from where he was resting on the couch, he perked up and hopped up to greet Cassie. She crouched down to ruffle his fur, showering him with affection.
I eyed my girl and my dog, and I found myself growing jealous of Rocky, already missing her touch. My girl. Damn, did that sound right. But was I getting ahead of myself—was she my girl? We still had so much to work out.
Would she even want to be mine once she got to know the person I’d become after all these years? She admitted that she loved me still but were we setting ourselves up for failure once the blinders were taken off?
The sound of water sloshing on the floor reminded me of our dripping wet clothing. “I’ll go get some towels,” I muttered, pushing aside my doubts for the moment.
As I walked to the en suite bathroom, I was overcome with emotions at having her in my house. Watching her play with Rocky. Knowing she was in such close proximity to my bed. It felt all too domestic yet oh so right. It frightened me—the power she had over me. She spoke about how I had the power to break her, but she was equally as capable of doing so. I reflected on how easily she’d lied to me and how quickly I’d believed her. I put my heart on the line, laying all my cards on the table, and I wanted to hope that she was being genuine in her change of heart, but what if we were too different? Only time would tell. Fixating on all the what-ifs would get me nowhere, so I shook my head and walked back to the living room, white fluffy towels in hand.
“Here you are.” I handed her one of the towels, drying my hair with the other.
The room was eerily quiet, neither of us daring to be the first one to break the silence. I grazed my eyes over her body, holding back a groan at how goddamn sexy she looked. Her long sleeve shirt plastered to her form, showing off all her curves. Tendrils of hair clung to her neck. Her eyes shone with warmth. As I refamiliarized myself with every part of her, my mind recalled how good she felt when we fucked in the alleyway. I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms once more. I wanted to make her mine. Fuck, she was mine. She always would be.
As she rubbed the towel over her hair, she seemed to be cataloging me as well, her eyes roaming me from head to toe. She sucked in a sharp breath when our eyes met, and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth.
We stood motionless, chests moving up and down with our heavy breaths as we eyed each other, hesitating and restraining all at once.
I took one step forward, reaching my hand out to move a damp curl from her face. She was so utterly beautiful. Her doe-eyed brown eyes called to me, making me want her more.
That slight touch was all it took to cause the tension to snap like a rubber band, and Cassie lunged toward me, hopping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. Her movement was so sudden and unexpected, I almost dropped her, but I managed to steady myself, gripping her ass for leverage.
She attacked my mouth with a ferocity that I had never experienced with her before. Teeth clacked against each other. Hands roamed over places we were afraid to explore as freely all those years ago. We were just kids back then, unsure about how to please each other and ourselves. This was not the case now. Cassie and I were adults who knew what we wanted. Finally .
“Fuck.” I groaned as Cassie moved her hips against my own. She smirked her plump lips, obviously relishing the control she had over me.
Cassie cupped my face, pulling me in for another kiss. At the same time, I pulled back. Cassie looked at me questioningly, grinding her hips against mine once more, tightening her hold around my neck.
“Cassie.” I closed my eyes, panting and trying to regain some semblance of control.
She scratched the hairs on the nape of my neck, giving me a puzzled expression.
I walked us over to the couch and sat down, pulling her with me. She adjusted herself above me so that she was straddling my lap.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” I whispered, caressing her cheek tenderly, lovingly.
Cassie moved her mouth to the side slightly and said, “I’m sorry too.”
“I can’t believe we almost lost this for good,” I said, dropping the hand from her cheek and grasping hers.
“There’ll be time to get into all of that. We both made mistakes, but there’s no one else for me. I want you, and only you. So enough with the heavy. How about we get back to what we were doing?”
“Fuck, yes,” I muttered, delving my hands into her hair, while my mouth nibbled, licked, and kissed every part of her lips and neck.
She moaned loudly, grabbing at the nape of my neck, holding me closer. Mine .
I leaned back and pulled her shirt off, the wet material clinging to her skin on its way up. I threw it somewhere across the room, causing it to land with a splat.
Her black lace bra was next to fly somewhere in the living room. We heard a yelp and turned to see the lacy material had landed on top of Rocky. The poor dog looked startled and scurried out to the room and into my office. We let out twin laughs at the hilarity of the moment, so caught up in one another we’d forgotten about the other occupant of the room.
The moment grew tense again as my eyes darted down to take in the creamy skin I’d revealed. I looked down at her perfect breasts, the skin pale and smooth, her nipples tight from the chilled air we'd just come in from. They were even more stunning than I remembered. My thumbs became reacquainted with them, caressing them, enjoying the heavy feel against my palms. The sounds she was making, little breathy moans, encouraged me to continue.
She moved her lips to my neck, sucking and biting. Like she was claiming me.
My hands moved to palm the swell of her ass, grinding her over the bulge in my dress slacks.
“Oh fuck.” She groaned, closing her eyes at the sensations.
“I plan on it, baby, but first I want to make love to my girl.” I smirked, lifting us semi-effortlessly, making Cassie gasp. My lips crashed to hers, hungry for her. I carried us throughout the apartment until we reached the foot of the bed, where I gingerly laid her down, pausing to look at the woman I almost lost for good. I almost came undone at the sight of her, hair wild and loose, splayed across my sheets, a blissful smile on her face. It all felt so right and long overdue.
I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked the damp denim all the way off. She was wearing only a simple pair of white cotton panties, but Cassie never needed fancy shit to be sexy as all hell.
She shimmied out of her underwear and lay back on the bed.
I tugged my dress shirt out of the waistband of my slacks, working to undo the buttons. I only managed to get a handful of them unfastened before I grew frustrated at the slow pace and pulled it over my head unfinished, popping a button or two in the process. Hurriedly, I undid my belt and popped the button on my dress slacks, before allowing the material to fall to the ground. Once I was free, I kneeled on the bed, making my way over to her. My cock twitched from the sight of her, splayed out before me, ready to be devoured. Fuck, she was breathtaking. A literal dream come true.
I placed my hands on either side of her body, pressing into the mattress so that I was hovering over her. Leaning down I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. Remembering my declaration about wanting to make love to her, I eased up on the pressure, placing a gentle kiss on her mouth before I slid down. I sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pebbled flesh. After I lavished the same attention to the other one, I dotted her belly with kisses while I eased myself into the cradle of her thighs.
“Matty,” she whimpered. “What are you doing?”
“Shh, Cassie, let me love you.”
I placed a kiss on each of her thighs, rubbing my scruff along them before I placed a kiss on her clit. I sucked it in between my lips and her hips bucked. Taking that as encouragement, I flicked my tongue against her clit. She threaded her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her pussy and grinding down on my mouth. I loved that she was working to control her pleasure. I eagerly fucked her with my tongue, lapping at her pussy. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly as I continued to lick and suck. When I added a second, I curled them up, searching for the spot that I knew would make her explode. Soon her body began to tense and I kept up my pace, doing everything I could to push her over the edge. I felt a sharp tug at my scalp as her fingers tightened their grip.
“Oh God,” she called out as I felt her pussy spasm.
After she fell back against the bed, I eased back, slipping my fingers from her heat before popping them in my mouth. I crawled back up her body and kissed her soundly. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling my body down onto hers. My cock twitched at the feel of her naked flesh against mine. Wanting to keep showing her how much I loved her, how much I needed her, I leaned away and reached into the nightstand to grab a condom, not taking my eyes off the beautiful creature in my bed.
Cassie lifted onto her forearms as I pulled down my boxers. She eyed me up and down as I sheathed myself, giving me a sexy grin when she saw how much I wanted her. “You’re mine.” Cassie hummed, as she collapsed back on the bed, pulling me to hover over her again.
“Are you sure?” My eyes flickered to hers, checking for any signs of apprehension. All I saw was want, desire, and most importantly, love.
She nodded feverishly. “I'm sure. Sure about us.”
That was all the reassurance I needed.
“Always us.” I breathed as our foreheads pressed against one another. Mine . Real.
My chest heaved as I maneuvered the tip of cock to her opening, slipping slowly inside her.
We groaned simultaneously at the feeling of being joined, our bodies wrapped around one another. It was a feeling of being consumed. A feeling of finally. A comforting feeling with a brand-new edge.
“I want … oh.” Cassie breathed as I kissed her neck, my palm pressed firmly on the mattress next to her head.
“What, baby?” I groaned. She felt sublime wrapped around me, her inner muscles clenching as she raised her hips to let me slide deeper. Wet. Hot. Tight. Perfect . I rotated my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. Lightning bolts flashed in the dark room, illuminating our lovemaking.
“I love you.” She panted, clawing at my back, tightening her legs around my waist. Cassie dug her feet into my ass, urging me to go harder, faster.
I sped up my thrusts, drawing out a deep moan from her.
“I’ve loved you since you threw me on that kitchen floor.” I sucked in a breath, letting out a small chuckle. Beads of sweat poured down from my forehead as I gripped the sheets tighter and tighter.
The cries of pleasure we were making surrounded the room. We were completely lost in one another. Nothing else mattered. It was all noise.
I took one of my hands and moved it between us, rubbing the spot I knew would cause Cassie to fall apart. Her tits crushed up to my chest. Her nails dug into my back with more pressure, her mouth kissing me in between pants and cries of “fuck” and “oh God.”
Soon she tipped over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I swallowed her cries, savoring every bit of her pleasure. This moment would be etched into my memory for the rest of my life. Cassie’s smell, taste, the fucking feel of her—nothing could compare. Everything paled in comparison. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I followed behind her into ecstasy. I was a goner. I came hard, completely ruined by how well she loved me and let me love her.
“God … shit … Cassie … oh … God.”
As we came down from our high, our breathing started to steady, our fingers gently tracing along sticky skin. I pulled out of her, moving to the side to dispose of the condom. With that taken care of, I gathered Cassie into my arms tightly. I kissed her temple, as she traced circles on my chest.
I laughed out of nowhere as we continued to work on regulating our breathing.
Cassie shifted in the bed to look at me in the darkness of the room. The moonlight and lightning acted as natural illumination as I tried to make out her expression.
“What’s so funny?” Cassie questioned, flicking my chest with her fingers.
I pouted, kissing her on the lips once more. “I was thinking how I’ll finally get a good night’s sleep with you here,” I said, bemused, inhaling her scent.
Cassie snorted. “Seriously? That’s what you’re thinking about after what we just did?”
I nodded into the crook of her neck. “I haven’t slept since you left,” I whispered. “Not really.” My breath on her neck gave her goosebumps.
“I can imagine.” Cassie went quiet, too quiet.
I knew what she was thinking about. The regrets. The what ifs.
“Stop, Cass, we’re together now. That’s all that matters.”
After post-coital bliss and cuddles, Cassie got out of bed, stating she needed to stretch her limbs and use the bathroom. Once she was done, she called out that she was going to check on Rocky, who was probably scarred for life. Throwing on my semi-dry white button down and haphazardly buttoning it, she left the bedroom to head to my office. I heard a loud gasp resounding throughout the apartment.
“Matthew, why is my painting of us hanging in your apartment?”