Serenity (Inevitable #5)(150)

"Jesus." Matthew's head fell back helplessly as she began to stroke him persuasively through his jeans. "A really long time. Like, ah, M-May. The - the last time you and I were together."

Sasha pressed her small, firm breasts against his chest, her teeth nipping teasingly at his earlobe. "Then you and Lindsey - you weren't tempted even a little?"

"Hell, no!" he bellowed. "To even think of touching that slut turns my stomach. And being with any other woman after what you and I had together, Sasha - well, that's just sacrilegious, blasphemous. I would have spent the rest of my life alone if I couldn't have you, sweetheart."

She kissed him, a long, searching kiss that he quickly took control of. She gasped beneath his lips as he picked her up easily, then carried her back into the condo and straight to the master bedroom. He wanted to ask if it had been the same for her - if there had been no other men during the months they'd been apart. But he quickly forgot what it was he'd wanted to say, forgot pretty much anything except maybe his own name, as she pulled the floaty, feminine cotton dress up over her head, and stood in the middle of the bedroom clad in just a bra and panty set of dainty blue lace.

Her pale golden skin fairly glowed in the dimly lit bedroom, just a small corner lamp providing a bit of illumination. She was as slender and graceful as ever, looking every bit like the dancer she had once been, and she was so exquisite that this time he did give in to his instincts and knelt at her feet. Sasha made a sound of surprise as he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, resting his head on her stomach. Her hands drifted up to tenderly stroke the back of his neck.

"I just want to hold on tight," he confessed. "Tight enough that you can never leave me again. Being without you these last few months has been the worst time of my life, Sasha. Please, please say you'll stay. And especially tonight. I can't remember ever wanting anything this badly, or needing someone like I need you now."

"Matthew, I … "

But whatever she might have been about to say was pre-empted when he yanked her panties down past her ankles, then promptly buried his face between her thighs. Their groans of pleasure rose up simultaneously in the room, and Matthew had just enough presence of mind left to glance over and make sure he'd shut the door firmly behind them. And then his only focus was on Sasha, making sure he gave her every pleasure, took care of her every need, using his lips and tongue and fingers in that endeavor. He lavished attention on her, practically worshipped her body, until she was panting and crying out, desperately seeking release.

"Please," she begged in a husky voice. "Inside of me, Matthew. Please. I want it to be mutual. I want it to be powerful. I want you."

They fell on the bed together, a tangle of limbs and lips, breaking apart only long enough to pull the clothes from their bodies, until their naked forms were fused as one. Matthew cursed loudly and vividly as she took firm hold of his cock and guided him inside her, then swiftly wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper.

"Ah, God," he rasped, each thrust of his cock inside of her hot, wet pussy more forceful, more determined than the one just before. "God, I've missed this, missed you! Nothing has ever felt this right before, Sasha, never felt this perfect."

She pulled his head down to hers, silencing him with another deep, searching kiss. She spoke to him instead with her body, her back arching off the mattress to meet each thrust, her hands sliding down his back to grasp his ass. She urged him on wordlessly, their lovemaking becoming increasingly frantic, and nearly out of control, until he felt the inner muscles of her vagina begin to spasm around his cock. The start of her orgasm in turn triggered his, and despite his resolve to make this first time back with her last, he lost complete control, lost himself as he came more powerfully than he ever had before. His entire body shook as he emptied himself inside of Sasha's tight, welcoming body, hard enough that the headboard slammed up against the wall noisily.



       
         
       
        

He collapsed on top of her much smaller, slighter body afterwards, so dazed by what had just happened that he wasn't even aware of his actions. It was only when she began to wiggle out from under him, gently easing him off of her, that he groaned and quickly rolled to his side.

"Sorry," he mumbled, reaching out an arm to tug her in close. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Of course not," she assured him, her index finger tracing over his lips. "But I might have come up with a suggestion for this new house you're planning to buy."