Chapter 24 #2
“All I’ve been thinking about since Vancouver,” he says, grazing the tip of his nose against my center, “is how the hell can I get your taste on my tongue again? One taste. That’s all it took.
One taste and I’m fucking addicted.” He opens his mouth and licks me without parting my lips, his tongue flat against me.
I dig my nails deeper into his shoulder, tug harder on his hair. Fuck .
“Matt, please.”
“I want more,” he groans, the guttural sound rumbling from his chest as he forces himself up and sits on the end of the bed.
He spins me between his legs and guides me so I’m straddling him. Cool air grazes my bare skin as I hover a few inches over him.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I don’t lower myself to his lap.
“I don’t want to stain your pants.”
His hold around my waist tightens, and he pushes me down onto his bulge.
A whimper escapes me when I feel the pressure of him between my legs.
“I told you,” he grits out. “The messier the better.”
Cupping my neck, he closes the distance. His lips are warm and soft against mine, setting a slow, torturous rhythm, one that tells me he would fuck me just like this too.
Meeting his movements, I lose myself in him again, in his taste and in his scent, everything that he is and has become to me.
“Sit on my face,” he pants between two flicks of his tongue.
Breath stuttering, I angle back. “What?”
“Sit on my face.”
“I—I’ve never done that,” I confess, my cheeks heating.
His eyes soften, though his pupils stay wide with need. With his lips swollen and his hair falling over his shoulders, he looks like a vision pulled straight from my most feverish dreams.
“I’ll guide you.”
I squirm on his lap, and he stifles a groan.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Lying back, he brackets my thighs with his strong hands. “Slide up to me.”
I obey. As I shift my way up his body, he clutches my ass, adjusting me as he wiggles further down, positioning himself under me. “Now lower yourself.”
“But I’m going to suffocate you.”
He grins. “Really hoping you do. Now sit.”
His command is clear and sharp, but his voice is the complete opposite. So soft that it loosens all my insecurities and hesitancies.
When I make contact with his beard, his name slips past my lips. At the first brush of his tongue, I forget my own.
It’s too much and not enough. It’s torture and sweet oblivion. He’s in no rush, dragging long, purposeful sweeps over my clit, the pressure swirling and twirling, building like waves low in my belly.
It’s embarrassing how close I am already. Instinctively, I start to rock my hips. Small, tentative movements at first, and, oh fuck , that feels good.
Matt groans against my flesh, the sound pulsing through my inner thighs, making my muscles clench around him.
He digs his fingertips into the globes of my ass, holding me flush against his mouth as he licks and sucks until my legs begin to shake.
Gripping a fistful of his hair, I tip my head back and grind against his face, using him to get right where I need to.
A few thrusts of my hips and I’m there. I cry out his name, riding the high on his tongue as he takes every drop I give him.
He eases me off him gently and lays me on my back. “Fuck. I can’t get enough of you.” He licks his lips as he shifts, then plants kisses on my stomach, on my breasts, on my neck until he hovers over me, need gushing from his gaze. “Can I fuck you now?”
“ Please .”
He chuckles and brushes hair out of my face. “Give me a sec to grab a condom.”
Standing, he unbuttons his pants and shucks them.
His boxers and socks too. Far too casually, he saunters to his dresser, like there’s nothing more natural to him than being naked while I’m sprawled out on his bed, his sheets around me.
The moment is so familiar, so comfortable, yet intimate in a way I always believed only couples who’d been together for years could be.
It pulls on all the strings he attached to my heart, the ones that are tightly wrapped around his.
This could be us in twenty years.
“Shit.”
I rise up on my elbows. “What?”
He turns to me, holding up a small box. “I might have used the last one when I came to your place the first night you were here.”
I groan, falling back against the bed. This can’t be happening. I need him inside me. Now.
“I have an IUD. And, uh…” Gosh, I can’t believe I’m telling him this. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Jake was paranoid and refused to go without one. Still got tested after he and I split, but… yeah. I’m clear.”
“Are you…” Matt rubs a hand down his face and swallows tightly. “Zoé, wait.” He drops the empty box and scrambles onto the bed. “Are you sure?”
Heart hammering, I nod. “I need you, Matt. Please . I’ve never needed anybody so much in my life.” I can’t help but zero in on where he’s big and hard and so ready to push into me. “Please, honey.”
He exhales a sharp breath. “Fuck, you make me so weak when you beg. I haven’t been with anybody in a while either, and I did all the tests at my last check-up, so I’m good.”
“Perfect, then.” I wind my arms around his neck and bring him over me, moaning when the weight of his body crushes into mine.
With one hand wrapped around his length, he guides himself to my entrance.
“Shit, Zoé,” he pants into my neck as he eases into me in small pushes, giving me time to adjust between them. “You feel too fucking good.”
As the last word leaves him, he sinks deeper, filling every inch of me.
I choke out a gasp.
He stills above me and pulls back a fraction. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop.” I roll my hips, desperate to relieve the ache building in my lower belly.
I’m so full, and yet he’s not close enough. It’s like we’ve never fucked before. Like I ’ve never fucked. In so many ways, this feels brand new.
Matt moves above me in a lazy rhythm, pushing slow and deep with each thrust. He murmurs sweet things against my lips, words he’s never said out loud before— I need you, stay with me, you’re perfect for me .
Does he realize the secrets he’s revealing so openly?
Either way, I tuck them somewhere safe, collecting them like rare treasures for when I’ll need them again.
His back-and-forth motion intensifies, his thighs nudging mine wider apart as he works himself to the hilt, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me.
“I’m so close, honey,” I whimper, planting my nails in his arms.
Breathing ragged, he grasps my hips with more force, pressing into me, faster, harder. “I’m right there with you. Let me feel it. Let me have it.”
The sound of his voice, so raw, so desperate, brings me even closer to the precipice, and I tighten around him.
He lets out a grunt, his movements rougher. “Give me one more, beautiful. I know you can give me one more.”
Head lowered, he covers my nipple with his wet mouth and sucks hard.
I don’t stand a chance. Pleasure slams into me, stealing the air in my lungs as I’m pushed over the edge. I arch into him, into his mouth still clamped around my breast, into his hands as he holds me tightly to him, until my orgasm rolls over me in endless, delicious waves.
As my body goes limp, Matt’s movements grow jerkier, taut and short and so fucking perfect, sending my pleasure soaring again. He spills himself inside me with a shuddering groan that feeds my wildest fantasies. I’ll replay that sound over and over in my mind for years to come.
With a sigh, his shoulders relax, and he rolls onto his side, tugging me with him.
“We’re a mess,” I say, plucking away a strand of hair sticking to his cheek.
“Just how I like it,” he breathes, lowering his lips to mine. Even in this moment, he can’t help himself.
What starts as a soft, gentle kiss turns electric. He moves his hand to my neck, pressing his thumb beneath my chin and sliding his tongue along mine in a burning, irresistible demand.
“Maybe we should get something to eat,” I chuckle.
“Good call. I’m still hungry.”
He crawls back over me, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, elation bubbling up inside me. “Not like that. A real meal.”
“Fine.” He flops back next to me in defeat. “I can offer you frozen pizza or frozen meatballs.”
“A man of many talents.”
He pinches my side, and I buckle my knees to my chest, giggling.
His face turns from amused to adoring between one heartbeat and the next.
“That sound. Your laugh might be my favorite sound in the entire world. That should say a lot, considering you came twice tonight, both times with my name on your lips.” He wraps a hand around my waist and drags me on top of him. “Do you know why?”
I rest my chin on his chest, peering up at him. “Why?”
“Because you reserve those just for me. Every time you laugh like that, I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.” He pokes at the dimple in my cheek with one finger.
“You put up a front for the rest of the world. You don’t show them how extraordinary you are.
The real you. But for some reason, you let me see it all.
” He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his other hand splayed over the small of my back.
“The most tender sides of you. The most vulnerable ones. And those fucking beautiful smiles. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, why you chose me of all people to open up to like this, but I swear to you, beautiful, I will never take this for granted.
Not for one second. I’ll spend every waking moment working to earn more of that laughter. ”
My heart picks up its pace, matching the way his thuds against my arms. “You talk like we have an infinite number of days ahead of us,” I whisper.
“Don’t we? Come on, Zoé—” He scrambles to sit up without releasing me.
“Don’t we?” he asks again as he guides me to straddle him.
“Tell me you’re not thinking of staying.
Tell me I’m wrong.” His fingers tighten on my waist on the last word, as if he can’t accept the opposite. Can’t bear to consider it.