Something Forever(18)

“Becca.” Matthew’s tone came out low and thick, and his eyes were set on me hungrily. Before I could even say a word, he conquered me in his arms and claimed me with his lips. “I…missed…you,” he said between kisses, slamming us against the wall.

“I…missed…you…too.” I breathed the words when I could between returning his kisses and taking off his clothes. We were rough, bumping into each other while we tried to undress. It would have been easier if we both took a step back, but we couldn’t. We needed to touch each other, and even a second apart was too long.

Matthew took me to my room and gently placed me on top of my dresser. Slowing things down, he kissed me tenderly while his hand ran down the length of my body—not a single spot was missed. Every place he touched, heat blistered each nerve in my body and I couldn’t get enough. Though I should have been enjoying his gentle caress, it was a torcher. I needed him inside of me and I couldn’t take it any longer. It had only been two days, but it felt like a week.

“Matthew.” I took a fistful of his hair and pulled him up. His tongue teasing my clit was driving me insane. Taking his lips on mine, I kissed him with desperation. Suddenly I pulled away, practically bathing his neck with my tongue. “I need you inside of me,” I demanded, nibbling his ear. Hearing Matthew moan was an indication he wanted the same.

“Not just yet.” With his wet tongue, he slithered down from the tip of nose, down my neck, to my collarbone, over my breast, and sucked the hell out of my nipple. Then he went down to my belly button, to my thigh, and to the tip of my toes. Holy fuck! He was sucking my toes. No one had ever done that before, so I never knew that it could be this stimulating. Hell...this was over. I had gone over the edge.

“Matthew. Now.” I jumped off, taking him with me. He landed flat on his back on my bed. Matthew chuckled, thoroughly enjoying seeing me like a wild animal. Well, he was going to get exactly what he asked for. Straddling him, I pinned his arms over his head. He held a sexy smirk while he let me take over. Matthew and I both heaved in air and made the most pleasurable sound at the same time when I positioned his dick to slip inside of me.

“My wild Becca.” His words were barely audible. I was grinding my hips into him so hard and fast that I was the one in control now. Matthew tilted his neck back with his eyes closed. Seeing him come apart made me feel powerful, knowing I was giving him just as much pleasure as he had given me.

Suddenly, Matthew flipped me over with a growl. He was now hovering over me. With his elbow giving him support so he wouldn’t crush me, he caressed my hair back. His eyes pierced mine with affection; it was overwhelming to see that he could care for me as much as I did for him. I could tell from his expression he was searching for the right words to say to me.

“Becca,” he called my name softly. “I really missed you. And I’m not just saying this casually like it’s no big deal. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anyone this much before.”

Shocked by his words, I blinked in surprise. Not ever having a guy say that to me before, it was hard to grasp that one I cared about felt the same way about me. Always being the asshole magnet, a part of me was expecting that something would go wrong; that he would end up breaking up with me because I wasn’t good enough for him, or that he would turn out to be one of the assholes I’d been attracted to. Yet, he was turning out to be a true prince.

“I missed you, too,” I said, giving him a coy smile.

“How much?” His eyes got dark and greedy again. I could tell he was aroused by the sound of my tone, and hell...he already had me on fire. I wanted him to stop talking and give me all of him.

“More than I thought I would,” I replied, and gasped when Matthew entered me again.

“More than you thought you would?” He sounded disappointed. “Next time I’ll do a lot better to make you miss me even more.” With each word, he pumped me harder. Lifting my legs to anchor over his shoulder, he reached in deeper.

“Oh God,” I yelped, grabbing his arms. My body moved to the rocking motion of his fine rock hard ass.

“Becca,” he murmured my name when his will had been spent. Out of breath, he dropped next to me. No words were exchanged as heavy breaths exhaled from our mouths. Giving me the most adorable killer smile, he said, “Welcome home, Becca. I told you what happened in Vegas continued when we got home.”



Max

Jenna is pregnant! Those words played in my mind like a broken record all freakin’ night. Tossing and turning, I thought about the ‘what ifs’. Shit! It was my fault. I’d always used a condom even if my date was on the pill. It was a way for me to be extra cautious. How ironic! I had assumed Jenna was on the pill and I hadn’t used one with her a couple of times. She told me she hadn’t had sex for three years. I guess that should have been my sign to ask her about it. Too late!