Matt drew in a deep, shuddering breath and blinked several times, fast. "It means a lot to me too," he said.
He crawled over the bed, naked, his cock bobbing, and kissed me. I couldn't get enough of him, his warmth, his vitality. I pulled him in close, wanting to feel every inch of him against me. Hands roamed over bodies, touching and teasing. When Matt squeezed some lube over his fingers and let one slide down my crack, I arched, willing him inside me. When he breached me, I cried out, it felt so good.
"Okay?" he whispered.
"Bloody okay," I groaned.
He stretched me out slowly-much more slowly than I'd have had the patience for-and used his other hand to tease the rest of me, keeping me at full arousal. I tried to reciprocate but was mostly way too distracted by what his talented fingers were up to. When he crooked them inside me to press on my gland, I gasped. "Do it," I urged him, unable to wait any longer.
"Do what?" Matt asked teasingly.
"Me. Do me," I begged.
Matt sat back on his heels to suit up and slather on some more lube, and I watched him in a lust-filled daze. "How do you want me?" I managed to ask.
"You choose," he said.
It wasn't that easy-on the one hand, I wanted to be able to see his face, but on the other hand my deepest fantasy, the one I'd always wanked to when I'd had a few glasses of wine to lower my inhibitions, was being taken from behind. I hesitated-then shifted onto my knees, laying my head down on my arms.
Nothing happened. I raised my head to look back at Matt.
"Just-just give me a moment," he said, looking incredibly hot and bothered. He took a few deep breaths, then shuffled forward to line himself up.
I could feel the blunt, rubber-clad head of him at my entrance. My hips pushed back without my conscious control as my body tried to impale itself on him. When he pushed forward, there was an incredible feeling of stretching, of invasion. I took a few short breaths.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Matt asked.
"No-no, I'm fine; don't stop." Which, okay, wasn't as truthful as it might have been, but God, I really, really didn't want him to stop.
He pushed forward, millimetre by millimetre. I felt overwhelmingly full, and each time I thought my body couldn't possibly take any more of him, he moved again. As the tip of him passed over my prostate, I let out a low, deep groan.
"Okay?" he asked again.
"More than okay. So bloody okay I think I'm going to die from it."
Matt chuckled, but I'd been serious.
He inched forward some more, and I felt his balls nestling against my arse. "That's all of me," he whispered. I felt light-headed, delirious with pleasure. It was everything I'd ever fantasized about and more. I didn't just feel filled-for the first time in my life, I felt whole, complete.
And then he moved. Drawing back a few inches, Matt thrust back into me, his balls hitting my arse with an audible slap. I moaned into the pillow, the stimulation so good it was almost torture. He slammed into me again and again, punishing my prostate, drawing grunts and cries from me I'd probably be mortified to hear played back.
"God, that's so good," Matt gasped, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force that only seemed to accentuate the pleasure. "Tim, I'm going to-"
I thrust a hand between my legs and pumped myself once, twice-then I was coming so hard I literally saw stars. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, blacking out my vision and tearing through my body so violently I felt it had to leave a scar-and God, I'd wear that scar with pride. Matt let out a huge cry and thrust a couple more times into my oversensitised hole before collapsing, panting, onto my back. I let my knees slide away from me and lay prone on the bed, with him on top of me and inside me, thinking if a meteor struck now, I could die happy.
Then I reflected that was a daft idea, because bloody hell, I wanted to do that again.
As Matt heaved his weight off me, his cock slipping out of my thoroughly fucked arse, I turned over so I could face him. "That … " Words failed me, and I shook my head. "I had no idea," I started again. "I mean, I've never … "
Matt gave me a shaky smile, seeming just as overcome. His hair was hanging around his face in sweaty straggles as he looked down at me, muscles bulging in those broad shoulders from holding his weight off me, and he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "No," he agreed. "Me neither."
Chapter Twenty-Two
"Do you want me to come with you?" Matt asked, his face looking worried in the mirror beside mine.
I ran the comb through my hair one last time. I was tempted-but if it went as badly as I feared it might, I didn't want him caught in the fallout. "No-thanks, but I'll be fine. After all, what's the worst that could happen?" I gave a little laugh that sounded horribly fake.