Serenity (Inevitable #5)(65)

"My God. Look at you."

His voice was hoarse as he stared down at her prone body with ill-disguised desire. For once she'd chosen a push-up bra, this one of cream silk with lace insets, and it made her breasts appear fuller, more voluptuous. His hot gaze continued its downward path, past her toned abs and concave belly, to the lacy garter belt and miniscule pair of panties that matched the provocative bra. Sheer silk stockings were attached to the garters, but she had ditched her high heeled ivory pumps not long after arriving this evening, preferring as usual to walk around barefoot.

It was a much sexier look than normal for her, and from the way he was reacting, it seemed that Matthew approved wholeheartedly of the switch up. He was breathing heavily as his lips touched the side of her neck just beneath her ear, then began to trace a slow, sensual path down her body. He unhooked the fragile bra deftly, tossing it over the side of the bed, as his hands cupped the small, firm mounds of her breasts. His tongue flicked over one small, dark red nipple before his mouth closed over the entire areola and sucked hard. Sasha gasped, her hands clasping his head closer to her, as her lower body arched off the mattress in reaction.

He was unhurried tonight, seeming intent on taking his time with her, a departure from the way he usually made love to her - oftentimes with a hungry desperation, an almost boyishly eager desire to please her, and even a shy hesitancy at times, as though he lacked confidence in his skills. But he was using every one of the erotic skills he possessed now, employing them masterfully as he kissed and caressed his way down her body.

Sasha was the impatient one this time around as he continued to arouse her unbearably, her pelvis rotating in a circular motion as she silently begged him to satisfy the need that was quickly heating up to the boiling point. But Matthew refused to be rushed, and even the simple act of removing her panties became a seduction, as he used his teeth to slowly tug them down her legs. Then and only then did he give her what she'd been craving all evening - the slow, deliberate thrust of his long fingers deep inside her vagina, where she was wet and needy and so aroused that it took just a few quick pumps before she climaxed.

He gave her no time to recover, sliding down the mattress until his head was positioned between her thighs, his hands spreading her legs apart to give him the access he wanted. Using his lips, tongue, and fingers, he focused solely on her pleasure, on making her writhe and moan and pant until she was consumed with the need to climax again. Matthew cleverly used all of the skills she'd helped him develop, with a whispered word of encouragement or a subtle instruction now and then. He bore no resemblance whatsoever to the rather clumsy, adorably eager lover he'd been during the early weeks of their relationship. For tonight, at least, he seemed to be thriving on acting the role of the dominant, the one who was in complete control of their lovemaking, and Sasha was deliriously happy to let him do whatever he desired.



       
         
       
        

She offered no resistance, therefore, when he flipped her over onto her belly, especially since her body was still shuddering in reaction to the orgasm he'd so cleverly coaxed from it. Except for a small gasp of surprise, she didn't react as he bent one of her legs at the knee, angling it slightly away from her body, and then smoothly thrust inside of her from behind. His chest was pressed closely against her back, effectively trapping her in place. With any of her previous lovers, Sasha would have resisted this particular sexual position, would have felt too dominated and helpless. But she trusted Matthew implicitly, knew that he simply didn't have it in him to hurt another being, whether intentionally or otherwise, and gave herself over to him completely.

He seemed to sense her surrender, her willingness to let him take her over, and that realization unleashed the wildness in him. His sensual, almost teasing lovemaking quickly gave way to hungry, unrestrained fucking, until both of them became lost in a haze of lust and need. Growling, he reared back onto his knees, his hands at her hips pulling her into a kneeling position, and Sasha cried out in mingled surprise and pleasure at how deeply he penetrated her from this angle. The heavy sac of his testicles slapped against her buttocks with each savage thrust, and she had to bite down on her lip more than once to stifle a little scream of half-pain/half-pleasure.

Bracing himself on the mattress with one arm, Matthew snaked the other around her waist, as his palm slid down over her quivering belly. At the first brush of his thumb over the swollen, tender nub of her clit, she came undone, the orgasm rendering her incapable of either speech or thought as her legs nearly gave way from under her. As the blood rushed through her ears, she was barely aware when Matthew, too, found his release, his body collapsing onto hers as he shuddered over and over again.