A Wifey for the Bad Boy(81)

"My dad, he's just down the hall."

"And passed out by now, I'm sure. These rooms are pretty sound proof. We'll just have to try not to scream."

She didn't protest when he took the candlestick away, set it down, then pulled the towel away.

"Just stand there a minute and let me look at you."

She did, trying not to blush. Matt seemed genuinely turned-on by her body. And as he undressed, she was most definitely aroused by his. Strong legs, a powerful torso, arms that she wanted wrapped around her.

He held out his hand and led her to the bed.

"Sit. Open your legs."

She complied, and pulled in a breath as he kneeled, parted her thighs further, and began to lick her pussy. Long, slow strokes, sweeping upward and ending at her clit, which he flicked with his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair, tingles of pleasure rushing from her scalp to her toes. He continued this movement for several moments, then pulled back and slid a finger inside her.

Like he knew her body already, he found her G-spot. With just the right amount of pressure, he caressed it with one finger, while his thumb teased her clit. Sara planted her hands on the mattress and leaned back on the bed, afraid she would fall over. The tingles had turned to bolts of ecstasy; she could barely sit upright.

Finally, after only a few minutes of this bliss, she pushed his hand away. "Stop. I'm going to come right now."

"Nothing wrong with that." The glow from the candles illuminated his eyes, gone dark with desire.

"I want to wait for you."

"Go ahead. I'll catch up."

He smiled and put his mouth back on her clit, slid two fingers inside her channel, then reached up to fondle her breasts. Stroking first one, then the other, he tortured her nipples to almost painful points.

Sara squirmed on the bed. She'd never had a man pay this kind of attention to her body. Like he truly wanted to please her, make her happy. And suddenly, she wanted to do the same to him. She moved away, onto the middle of the mattress, and got up on all fours.

"I want to taste you now, want you in my mouth."

He looked as though he would protest, for a moment, but then he stood. Oh yeah, the guy was ready. She bit her lip at the size of his erection. His cock was not overly long but thick, and she knew from having held it earlier, it would be hard. She crawled to him and before he could utter a word, bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

He moaned, and it was his turn to grab her long, black hair. Up and down his shaft she pulled her mouth, sucking, using her tongue to circle the head, grazing gently with her teeth down lower. Kyle had always demanded blow jobs and for the first time ever, Sara was glad she'd practiced so much. Balancing herself on one hand, she licked the fingers of the other and used them to stroke his balls.

Matt's breath came in short, shallow pants. "Enough." He stepped back. "I can't take that anymore. I've got to get inside you, now. Turn around."

She did, not certain she could support herself with her trembling arms. This kind of sexual excitement was totally new. All her other encounters had been good, and most of the time she'd reached orgasm (as long as she told Kyle and her one other boyfriend, what to do) but this exceeded her wildest imaginings. The energy that flowed between her and Matt had her lit up like a firework, ready to explode. She half wanted to prolong the experience, half desperately wanted to reach her climax.

Uh-oh. Wait. "Did you bring the…"

"I did."

The sound of a foil packet tearing caused another burst of wet. Any second, he would slide that magnificent cock inside her. She shuddered when he grasped her cheeks, then rubbed his rod along her ass.

"I'm going to get in there, next time." He slapped her, just hard enough to sting and make her bite back a yelp of pleasure. "But now…"

She did cry out when he plunged his rod inside her. A perfect fit, like she knew it would be. They both paused for a moment, reveling in the feel of utter bliss. Then, he moved, slowly, sliding in and out. She clamped her muscles down once, delighting in the groan of pleasure that move produced. When he reached around and found her clit again, she tried hard to remember to be quiet. The way he stroked her, teasing, light, then hard, made her want to scream for more.

When he pinched her throbbing bud, she couldn't hold back. Grabbing a handful of the sheets, she buried her head in a pillow, to stifle her bellow as she came. The orgasm ripped through her like the lightning bolts that had hammered the house all night.

"That's it, baby, come for me. Damn, you got me hot. Hold on."

Both hands back on her ass, he rammed into her, and as he found his own release a moment later, bent over and burrowed into her neck, to stifle his shout of joy.