Chapter 17 #3
If I thought he was too tired or weak from the orgasm, I’d be wrong. Matty’s body is resilient, fucking himself on my cock with an arm looped around my neck and the other leveraging his weight on his thighs.
“Matty.”
He huffs through a set of oversensitive whines. “Tell me you want me to stop.”
The man knows damn well I can’t tell him that, and as his moans grow louder, making me clamp a hand over his mouth, I know I’m in for a long night.
I've lost track of how many times Matty has come. Squeezing my cock. Soaking it. Crying out his release. He doesn't let me stop for long, urges me to fuck him harder, faster. He's insatiable, and I want to give him everything.
Bless my erotic dancing for giving me the stamina put up with an outright fuckfest with the man beside me.
We’re both on our sides with Matty’s back tucked to my front as I move inside of him in slow, measured pumps. Right now it’s not about either of us getting off, just about catching our breath and staying close to one another.
I kiss the side of his neck, one arm lying loosely around his waist, the other brushing slow fingers through the wisps of hair splayed along our pillow.
“You feeling alright, sweetheart?” We slowed down a few minutes ago, and I think he might be well and truly done this time, but I’m enjoying the soft moment and the low, pleasured hums he makes when I sink back inside him.
“Perfect, baby,” he mumbles, turning his face to rub his nose under my chin. I chuckle, and he sighs contently. “‘M tired.”
Kissing his temple, I squeeze him to me. “I bet. You want my cum anywhere, Princess?”
I’m more than content to offload in the condom for easy clean up, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see Matty wearing my release.
He smiles up at me, eyes half-lidded and gives me a sluggish nod. Before I can ask him where, he takes my hand and guides it up his stomach and across his chest.
Getting the memo, I press a kiss to his lips and gently slide out of him. It feels wrong. After who knows how long of fucking, of coming close and being pushed back from the edge again and again, not having Matty around me feels foreign.
He rolls to his back, arms thrown up over his head in the picture of leisure, and I settle myself over his hips.
Matty Nichols is a sexy man, and if I wasn’t seriously fucked out, I’d get lost in him all over again.
I slide the condom off and hiss at the sensitivity of skin on skin as I start with a few languid strokes. It doesn’t take long to build, to overflow, and where I expect an explosion, it’s more like a gut punch.
Matty’s eyes watching me with such open adoration. Satisfaction is weaved into every line of his face, an expectant smile on his lips. I’m amazed at how badly I want to kiss him, to taste that smile and let the orgasm be an afterthought.
I lean forward, spurts of my cum painting his chest and abdomen, and take his mouth in a lazy, sensual kiss that lasts until my dick is spent and body is bone dry.
When I release him and he gets a good look at the mess I made, his lips quirk into a grin, and he dips a finger into a pool of spend near his bellybutton. Dragging it up through the mess, smearing cum into his skin, he puts it up to his lips and sucks it clean.
My gut twinges with re-ignited arousal, but my dick is in no condition to rally.
“Fuck, you’re filthy, Princess.”
His gaze smoulders, raising both hands to weave into his own hair. “Clean me up, troublemaker?”
Locking eyes with him, I lower my mouth to his stomach, collecting the cooled, salty cum on my tongue.
I’ve never tasted myself before, and while it’s not up there on enjoyable experiences, Matty’s enraptured stare certainly is.
I don’t stop until he’s licked clean, and even then I take my mouth on a descent of his body, flicking my tongue into his bellybutton and listening to him chuckle tiredly.
“Get up here and cuddle me,” he slurs with a stifled yawn. “I’m wiped.”
If tonight has shown me anything, it’s that I can’t tell Matty no, and so even though I should urge him into a shower or at least go get us a washcloth, I curl up beside him and let him roll into me.
He lays on my arm while I hug his waist. One of his arms comes around my middle, the other trapped between our bodies.
Matty is out before I’ve even come down from the high of the evening. This day has been a rollercoaster of emotions, and I wonder if tomorrow we’ll be thinking clearer and see these escapades in a new light.
How do we go back to being friends after this? When Matty finds his own place, will our friendship come to a natural end without us tempting each other every day?
I don’t want to think about it; I don’t want to worry about what could happen. I want to focus on what we just did.
Amazing sex with an incredible man.
Matty turned something passion filled into not only an adventure but a journey. I’ve never laughed so much during sex. I’ve never been so wanted—demanded.
Sleep falls over me in a heavy haze with the only thoughts remaining being the sound of Matty’s breathing and the weight of his body in my arms.
If this is what love feels like, maybe it’s worth the risk of heartbreak.