Matthew took in the view with a satisfying, lustful grin. I stood there as boldly as he did, though I was uncomfortable as never before. I didn’t have to stand there too long; he molded his lips to mine while one of his hands kneaded my breast. His warm touch drove me wild and I was flaming between my legs. Were we really doing this?

Kissing, nipping my face then my neck, he somehow brought us to my room, and kicked the door closed behind us. Still keeping his gaze on me, he lowered me down gently to my bed, as he kicked off his shoes, then unbuttoned and pulled off his pants. He was masculine and beautiful.

He reached down and pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket, and placed it on. “You never know.” He twitched his brow.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” I said.

“Just in case,” he muttered. With his tongue, he began working his magic; stroking, licking, and tasting my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore, but just before I was about to pull him up by a fistful of his hair, he ran his tongue from my belly button to my nipple. Showing me no mercy, he sucked hard.

Arching my back in raw pleasure, I dug my fingers into the sheets and lost control. It got worse when he began to rub his erection on the perfect spot. My head and vision were spinning, so I closed my eyes and took in his pleasure. When his kisses trailed upward to my neck, then to my cheek, he pressed his warm body onto mine and moved as if he was inside me as he rocked back and forth.

He was teasing the hell out of me and he was enjoying it. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked softly, nibbling my ear while one of his hands aroused my hardened nipple. “I can stop if you want me, too.”

I didn’t want him to stop. I was blistering underneath my G-string. Why hadn’t he taken it off? I took his mouth onto mine and swirled my tongue all over inside. “Don’t stop,” I panted, between kissing. “Please, don’t stop.”

Before I knew what was going on, he pulled down my G-string with his teeth and then started to penetrate me.

“You’re so wet, Becky,” He growled, as he pushed in further.

When he finally entered, I gasped in pleasure. Oh God! He felt so good. He cupped my face, looking deeply into my eyes. His soft eyes turned darker, then greedier as he pumped faster and harder…reaching deeper. Loud moans escaped my mouth. I didn’t realize I was screaming until I covered my own mouth.

He was right. He could make me scream and that made me squirm even more underneath him. As he continued to pump and grind into me faster, he twisted my nipple, causing pleasure and pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. He was filling me up to the point I thought my insides were going to burst out of my body. I wanted him to stop; I couldn’t take more exploding as I climaxed repeatedly.

Then he pulled me onto my side and he kept going. As I ran out of breath and energy, he continued from all different positions. Sometimes, he slowed down and teased me until I couldn’t take it anymore. When he finally reached his limit, I was exhausted beyond words.

Unexpectedly, he pulled me into him and tenderly embraced me. I stiffened at first, but relaxed when he kissed my forehead. He didn’t say anything. In fact, I had expected him to get up as if nothing happened and walk out the door, but he didn’t.

“You were amazing,” he finally whispered. “I’m glad I came back. I want to give you more, but I….” He didn’t finish his words.

I didn’t know what to think of what he said. Too exhausted to care, all I wanted to do was sleep. Trying to break away from Matthew’s hold was not easy. Every time I shifted to pull away from him, he held me tighter. Drained from the passion we shared, I allowed my eyelids to close. I knew by the end of the night I would be alone in my bed, though a part of me hoped he would stay; that was just wishful thinking.

25

I WOKE UP TO the delicious aroma of eggs and ham, making my stomach churn with hunger. Lying naked in bed had me startled, making made me ponder about last night. Matthew!!! Sitting up, I buried my face into the palm of my hands. What had we done? Getting out of my bed, I dressed and headed toward the kitchen, wondering if I would find Matthew or Jenna, but I remembered Jenna was at Max’s place.

“Good morning,” Matthew said cheerfully with a spatula in his hand. He turned to look just as I entered the kitchen. His blissful smile faded to a nervous one, but that didn’t stop him from giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I hope you don’t mind. I thought I would make us breakfast.”

“Umm…sure,” I said, taking out the plates. After I gave them to him, I reached for the refrigerator handle when he stopped me.

“I got your coffee from Starbucks. It’s on the dining table.”

“Uh…thanks,” I mumbled, looking dumbfounded.

“Go have a seat, I’ll be right there.”

Nodding, I left the kitchen. As we sat there eating, I thought about talking to him about last night, but he spoke first after he cleared his throat.

“Becca, do you remember what happened last night?”

Was he serious? “Yes,” I nodded, looking at the eggs I just stabbed with my fork, and feeling my cheeks burn.

Matthew put his fork down and lightly sighed. “I enjoy being with you, Becca, more than you could possibly know. It’s just that…I don’t know where this is going. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel free, like I can be myself. It has been a long time since I felt that way. When I’m with you, everything is right. And when we kissed, that was incredible, but….”