Chapter 22 #2
"I…" But what could I say? That a lifetime of carefully constructed walls doesn't crumble in a single night?
Or that I'd been convinced over the years that beauty and curves couldn't coexist on the same body by almost everyone I'd encountered my entire life.
That they weren't two entirely different entities, and because I had curves, it automatically meant I couldn't be beautiful.
No. I couldn't say that because, even in my own mind, it sounded ridiculous. Because it was ridiculous, and the logical part of me knew that, but the broken parts of me still struggled with the idea that I could be both. I could be beautiful, and I could be curvy.
He eased down until our bodies aligned, his weight both grounding and dizzying.
"If you could see yourself through my eyes," he murmured, each word a strike against my defenses, "you would never question how I see you.
" His fingers traced my jawline with devastating gentleness.
"You would never question how beautiful you are. "
The kiss that followed held no gentleness.
It was demand and declaration, stealing the breath from my lungs and the doubts from my mind, at least temporarily.
Against my hip, the hard evidence of his desire made a compelling argument that my mind wasn't yet ready to accept, but my body had already begun to believe.
He broke from the kiss, and I sucked in a sharp breath as his lips grazed my jawline, slowly traveling down my throat.
His tongue traced my collarbone before kissing, licking, and nipping his way down to my breasts.
My heart raced, and my mind was right there with it, trying to fight off a sudden wave of self-consciousness.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking over the taut bud as his free hand palmed my other breast. My back arched off the bed as my pussy ached to have him between my thighs. To touch me exactly where I needed him, where I craved him most.
He moved lower, mapping kisses over my stomach and down the tops of my legs. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, dragging them down my thighs, letting his knuckles graze my skin until I was completely bare to him.
My heart was pounding so wildly I was sure he could see it through my skin.
I wanted him more than anything. More than I'd ever wanted anything, and that was terrifying.
The fear of being burned again was still so raw, but there was something in the way Matt touched me, kissed me, looked at me, that told me I could trust him.
That told me I could be not just myself, but vulnerable with him.
"Open wide for me, baby." My legs spread wider for him, and his teeth grazed my inner thigh. He slid an arm under each of my legs, reaching around so his hands were on my inner thighs, and he pulled them open even further.
He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders creating a valley. His breath warmed my skin, a phantom touch that promised more. I waited, every nerve ending on fire. The anticipation itself was a form of exquisite torture.
The first kiss landed on my inner thigh, feather-light.
I could have counted the seconds between each kiss if my mind had been capable of such calculations.
Each one landed closer to where I ached for him, each slightly firmer than the last, each a step on a journey with a destination that seemed impossibly far away.
My hips betrayed me, shifting restlessly against the sheets. The room's cool air skimmed across my heated skin, the contrast only heightening every sensation.
"Please." The word escaped before I could capture it, half command and half surrender.
I felt his smile against my skin, the slight curve of his lips, the brief scratch of stubble. Then waiting. More waiting.
When his tongue finally found me, it was a whisper of contact so light I might have imagined it.
My gasp filled the room as my fingers clutched at expensive sheets, anchoring myself to something solid as pleasure threatened to sweep me away.
His answering hum of satisfaction vibrated against my most sensitive flesh, and with that subtle vibration, he began to dismantle me completely.
He licked across my clit, swirling around before slowly sucking me into his mouth. His gaze lifted, meeting mine as his mouth continued its slow, delicious torture. My muscles grew taut, and my body started to shake as my hands curled into the sheets.
I gasped. "Oh my… Matt… I'm going to…"
"Come for me, baby," he purred against my pussy. The heat of his breath feathering across my already very heated skin.
He slipped a finger inside me, pumping in and out before adding another, finding a rhythm with his tongue that set my body on fire.
The tension coiled tighter with each stroke of his tongue, a spring wound to its breaking point. My thighs began to shake, involuntary tremors that betrayed how close I was to the edge.
Five more seconds and I'd be gone.
Four. My breath caught, oxygen suddenly a luxury I couldn't afford.
Three. My vision blurred at the edges, the world contracting to this room, this bed, this man.
Two. I tried to hold back, to make this moment stretch into eternity. The pleasure was too much, too good, and what if it was never this good again? What if this was the peak, and everything after would be just a pale echo?
"Come for me." His command cut through my thoughts, his voice rough with need.
And I shattered. Not just physically, but something deeper, some wall I'd built between pleasure and vulnerability cracked open, leaving me exposed in ways I hadn't anticipated.
"Matt," His name escaped me, part prayer and part revelation.
My thighs tightened around his face, my body no longer under my control. His answering growl vibrated against me, the sound primal and possessive, and that vibration was all it took to push me higher, into territory I hadn't known existed.
I couldn't breathe. Didn't want to. My lungs seized, holding air hostage, until finally my gasp broke free through the knot in my throat.
"Ho… Holy fuuuuuck." My body twitched, slowly releasing each muscle one at a time as I came down from the most amazing high I'd ever had.
He pushed up, straightening his arms. "You taste even better than I imagined," he licked his lips. A warmth flooded my cheeks when he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips, licking them clean. The gesture was so dirty, so erotic, so fucking hot.
My breathing was a little more even as he shifted on the bed.
I thought for a moment he was leaving, but the sound of foil tearing echoed through the quiet room.
I lifted to my elbows as he shoved down his boxers, freeing himself.
My eyes widened as he rolled the condom down his length, stretching the latex.
He dropped to his hands. "I want you," he rasped as he climbed up, dragging his lips over my flesh. "More than I've ever wanted anyone."
He kissed my neck, jaw, cheek, and before I could take a full breath, his mouth crashed against mine. I gasped, my eyes fluttered as he slid his thick cock through my soaking wet flesh, letting the wide tip stroke my clit.
I tore my mouth from his as he positioned himself at my entrance. My hands curled around his ribs, and my legs spread wider, preparing for the welcomed invasion.
"Please," I moaned, bucking my hips forward, desperate to feel him inside me. I moaned and my fingers curled into his skin as he pushed into me in one long, deep thrust. He groaned, pausing for a minute, his cock throbbing inside me.
He dropped his lips to my ear, kissing and nipping. "Fuck," he grunted, grinding his hips into mine, and I lifted my hips, willing him deeper. "You feel so fucking good."
A deep rumble vibrated in his chest as I pulled my knees a little higher. I needed more. And as if he knew exactly what I wanted, he slid his cock out slowly and pushed back in faster, harder.
He pressed his mouth to mine, swallowing my moans as he continued to pump in and out of me until I was dancing on the edge of ecstasy.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and when his cock flexed, my pussy clenched around him. Our moans mixed, our breathing shifting into short pants. Every muscle in my body tightened.
"Come for me, baby," he breathed against my lips. "I need you to come all over my cock."
His words, his touch, the feeling of him moving inside me, all became too much.
My back arched off the bed as my fingernails curved into his skin.
The tension that had been building shattered, and I cried out as I came so hard I saw stars.
He froze deep inside me, his entire body tensing as he exploded.
We lay like that for a long moment, silently catching our breaths.
I had never felt something so intense, so mindblowing, ever in my life, and I wanted to do it again and again and again for the rest of it.