Something Forever(35)

Matthew did not disappoint. He practically bathed me with his tongue. He started from my face, down to my collarbone, to my nipple. Then his tongue glided down my stomach to my clit. Begging him to stop did not work. I tried everything to take off his clothes, but he would not budge. I couldn’t believe how much self-control he had. When it seemed like his will had been spent, he stopped.

Taking a deep breath, Matthew stood up, raking his hair back. “Time to go, Becca. We have a schedule to keep.” He was trying to look calm and collected, but I could tell by his chest rising and falling rapidly that he wasn’t.

Spread out, shamelessly naked and short of breath, I tried to tame the torturous yearning between my legs. I lay there unable to move or say a word. I was utterly drained from being licked like a lollipop.

“But mine was just a lollipop,” I whined, running my hand down my face. “You’re bad...terrible.” I shook my head with a naughty thought circulating my mind. Two could play at his game. Before he could walk out the door, I called his name. Licking my fingers to make them very wet, I placed them on my clit and started rubbing myself. With the other hand, I fondled by breast and squeezed my nipple. “We have time for a quickie,” I teased, making pleasure sounds he could not ignore.

Matthew’s eyes grew wider than I had ever seen before. He was thoroughly turned on and I loved knowing that I could make him feel this way. The last thing I heard before he stripped off his jeans and sweater was the word, “Fuck.”

After flipping me over with one swift move, he pulled my thighs to him so that my feet touched the floor. My back was toward him and my arms were tucked in. Spreading my legs with his knee, Matthew lightly pressed his chest on my back and entered. I was already climaxing from all the build up he had inflicted on me.

When Matthew wrapped his arm under my thigh and started rubbing my clit while he was rocking me, I was brought to another level of ecstasy. Oh my God! It felt so freakin’ good. I didn’t want this to be a quickie. Just when I thought we were done, Matthew flipped me over again and lifted me onto the bed. I was now facing him.

Anchoring my leg over his shoulder, he pushed down, making my knees bend. Gazing lovingly into my eyes, he said softly, “I’m all in. You’ve got all of me. Now you’re going to pay for your teasing.” He gave a wicked grin.

The way he had me positioned gave him a deeper access to me. I could feel him to the depth of my core. His words and actions made me utterly weak. I surrendered to him, allowing him to take me, all of me. He felt so amazing and I didn’t want him to stop, yet I couldn’t take any more as I climaxed again and again.

“I want to live inside of you and never come out,” Matthew murmured against my ear. Hearing low groans, I knew Matthew’s will had been spent.

“Then live and breathe inside and never come out,” I managed to say before I completely came undone. Matthew and I had climaxed together. He dropped down next to me, panting like he had run a mile. Out of breath, I turned to him with a smile. With our eyes locked on each other, we fell into a deeper level of connection...a deeper level of understanding...a deeper level of us.



Matthew

“You want to talk about your friend?” I asked, holding Becca’s hand with one hand while the other held the steering wheel. She had been quiet for quite some time and I could tell something was on her mind. We were headed to her friend’s gravesite, and I knew there was more to her story then she had shared with me before.

Becca looked at me for a second, then focused elsewhere. “Her name was Amber. She was my best friend and roommate.”

I waited for Becca to tell me more, but she stopped. “And?” I dragged out the word. “You already told me that. Tell me something I don’t know.”

Becca released a deep sigh. “She died from a car accident.”

I signaled left, turning when it was clear. “You already told me that, too.” It was like pulling teeth whenever I asked for more information regarding her friend.

“There isn’t much to tell,” she sighed. “My friend drove drunk and killed herself. I tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen. I probably should have tried harder, but I was out of it myself. I was a shitty friend. Friends don’t let other friends drive drunk...remember?” Becca rambled quickly. Her tone was harsh, but I could tell there was a lot of self-blame.

I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it, then placed our joined hands on my thigh to rest. “It’s not your fault. She should’ve known better. I’m not passing judgments. I’ve done stupid things myself. At least she took only her own life. It would have sucked if she’d taken someone else’s life, too.” I was thinking of Tessa at that point. A drunk driver had taken her life, something that could have been avoided.