Serenity (Inevitable #5)(45)

"Thanks," he mumbled, looking more than a little embarrassed. "Guess I'm a little out of practice."

She shook her head, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead that was beaded with sweat. "My hands are just smaller, that's all," she soothed. "And it's been quite awhile for me, too, by the way."

Matthew looked like he was ready to debate that point, at least until Sasha positioned the tip of his cock between her thighs, and he quickly seemed to forget about anything else except burying himself as deeply inside of her as possible.

"Ah, God, you feel so good," he rasped, burying his face against the side of her neck, his tongue tracing the small shell of her earlobe. His thrusts were slow and controlled, but she could tell by the tightly bunched muscles of his biceps that he was deliberately holding back. "It's been so long since anything felt this good."

She wrapped her legs around his waist, then cupped his cheeks between her hands and kissed him with mingled tenderness and passion. "It's the same for me," she whispered. "Don't hold back, Matthew. Let yourself enjoy this."

He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly, and gritting his teeth. "I don't want this to end," he protested weakly. "I'm half-afraid that if I let myself go it will all be over with too soon. And that nothing will ever feel this good again."

Her hands slid to the tight curves of his ass, her nails digging slightly into the flesh as she silently urged him to go faster. "It will always feel this good," she told him fiercely. "And I'll be here for as long as you want me. So don't be afraid of anything when we're together. And don't ever, ever hold back."

Her words acted like a sort of trigger for Matthew, causing the very last of his self-control to snap, and then he was like a madman, pounding into her welcoming body as though he was starved for affection, for intimacy. Sasha bit down on his shoulder to stifle a tiny cry of alarm as the sex quickly became wild, almost savage, and more than a little dirty. He was alternately groaning and grunting, cursing and then calling out her name, and the whole time he kept increasing the rapidity and force of his thrusts, until she was very nearly seeing stars each time the broad head of his cock rammed against the tip of her cervix.

It wasn't always easy for Sasha to orgasm vaginally, and she typically needed to have her clit stimulated at the same time before she could climax. But as the wild, frantic fucking continued, she felt the orgasm approaching, her hands by now clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets for leverage, as Matthew had most definitely stopped holding back and was taking her on the ride of her life.

When it hit, the orgasm stunned her, causing her mouth to fall open in a wide "O", and the tight walls of her vagina to convulse around his cock. Mere seconds later, he was following her over, shouting out incoherent phrases, his body shaking uncontrollably as he found his release.

They both remained motionless for several minutes, their sweat-slicked bodies still joined together, as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Sasha was more than content to remain exactly that way, not speaking or moving, simply reveling in the sensations that were still humming through her body. But at Matthew's next hoarsely murmured words, she rose up on an elbow to gaze at him tenderly.



       
         
       
        

"That," he began haltingly, "was absolutely the most incredible experience of my life. And I - well, not surprisingly I haven't felt like much of a man these past couple of years, ever since I discovered that my wife was so dissatisfied with me as a husband and a lover that she had to try for the world record in bed hopping. You - well, let's just say that I've never felt as much like a man as I do right now. Thank you for giving me that, Sasha. For giving me my dignity back. Not to mention the best orgasm I've ever had."

She felt tears begin to well in her eyes at the heartfelt sadness and honesty of his words, and gave a small shake of her head. "Same here," she replied softly. "You're a wonderful lover, Matthew, in spite of any doubts your wife might have given you. You're passionate and uninhibited and giving. And you've pleased me very, very well. So don't ever think less of yourself as a man ever again, because you're the best man I've ever met."

He pulled her into his arms fiercely, as though afraid she'd slip away if he didn't hold on tight. "You know," he admitted in a sheepish voice, "when Tessa first encouraged me to set up a massage appointment with you, she said that you would be good for me in more ways than one. I'm not sure if this was exactly what she had in mind when she said that, but she was definitely right."