Matthew's kisses were rough, a little clumsy even, and completely lacking in any sort of finesse, but none of that mattered to Sasha. She could sense his overwhelming need for her, for this sort of physical closeness and connection that he'd been missing, and she willingly gave herself over to him. She ran her palms over his bare chest and upper back, caressingly this time instead of in her usual clinical manner, and could clearly feel the press of his erection against her backside.
And then Matthew proved just how strong and fit he really was by lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the other side of the condo into his bedroom, their lips still tightly fused in one hungry kiss after the other. He'd left a lamp on, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, and carefully set her on her feet by the side of the king-sized platform bed.
"Can - can I undress you?" he murmured hesitantly. "Or, um, would you rather do it yourself?"
She smiled at him, finding his uncertainty and fumbling incredibly endearing, even arousing, and cupped his cheek tenderly. "I'd like you to do it. Please."
Matthew hands were visibly shaking as he grasped the hem of her lightweight sweater and began to pull it up over her head. He stared for long seconds at the sight of her torso clad only in a cream lace bra before his palms skimmed lightly up the sides of her ribcage. Clumsily, he unhooked the bra, baring her small, firm breasts.
"You're so beautiful," he marveled as he cupped her breasts reverently. "So perfect."
When he'd fumbled three times with the hook and zipper of her skirt, Sasha took pity on him and unfastened it herself, letting the garment drop soundlessly to the floor. She'd removed her shoes upon entering the condo, since she always preferred to be barefoot, and was now clothed in just a skimpy pair of panties that matched the bra. Matthew's hot gaze burned a path down her belly and hips all the way to her toes.
Then he shocked her again by dropping to his knees in front of her, practically tearing the fragile scrap of lace from her body before burying his face between her legs. Sasha cried out in surprise as he nuzzled his nose against the damp golden brown curls there, her hands tangling in his hair as she bucked her pelvis up against his mouth.
"I love that you left this natural," he rasped, his thumb brushing softly through her pubic hair. "And I love how good you smell. And especially how good you taste."
"Ohhh."
Her head fell back in rapture as his tongue flicked briefly over her clitoris before plunging deep inside her wet slit. It didn't matter to her in the least that he seemed as lacking in finesse with oral sex as he did with French kissing, and she thought somewhat incoherently that she liked his overeager attempts to give her pleasure, that she preferred his wildness and lack of control over what a more practiced lover might have done. Especially when he added his fingers to the mix, and the result was a really fantastic orgasm, one of the best she'd ever had.
Matthew was staring up at her, as though unable to believe he'd brought her to climax quite that easily. "Did you - I mean, was that real? Did I really - "
Sasha laughed huskily, running a finger over his lips that were shiny with her juices. "Uh, huh. You sure did. And it was amazing. Really, really amazing."
He looked both dazed and joyous at the same time, and didn't resist as she pulled back the duvet and then tugged him onto the bed with her.
"Your turn now," she whispered, just before sliding down his body sinuously and taking his throbbing cock into her mouth with one motion.
"Ah, fuck!" he cried, his lower body bucking up off the mattress as she took long, slow pulls of his penis with her lips, taking him as deep inside of her mouth as she could manage.
Sasha knew he wouldn't last long this first time, not when he was so obviously aroused and needy, and when he likely hadn't had sex in months. He began to move in sync with the pull of her mouth, thrusting his hips eagerly as she focused on intensifying his pleasure.
She slid a hand back to very gently squeeze his balls, and that was all he needed to come, spilling himself uncontrollably inside her eager, welcoming mouth. Matthew emitted a long, drawn out groan, his body shuddering in release, and then flopped back weakly against the mattress.
Sasha curled up against his side, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern over his bare chest and abs, her lips pressed against his shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He took her hand in his, then brought it to his lips.
"That was - unbelievable," he told her hoarsely, and she was startled to glimpse a sheen of tears in his eyes. "If I told you how long it's been since I've felt that good, you probably wouldn't believe it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've never felt that good. Thank you, Sasha."