“What?” he asks with a laugh.
I turn my face and say quietly, “Yes, please.” Then I bury my face in the pillow again so he won’t see how flushed my skin is.
He unclasps my bra and pulls it out of his way, and then his thumbs begin to do miraculous things up and down my spine. I sink into the mattress after a few minutes, going almost limp as he attacks my muscles one by one, moving from my neck to my shoulder to my back and down to my bottom. He stops when he reaches the elastic of my panties.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
“Tell me what happened with your mother,” he says when he has me sated and happy.
“I don’t want to,” I mutter.
He lifts his hands from my body. “I’ll stop now, then,” he says. Then he waits.
I heave in a breath. “Please don’t stop,” I beg. I have never had anyone take such great care with me. I’ve never had anyone who wasn’t paid to give me a massage try to do so. I have ever felt such…affection? I don’t even know what it is, but I do know it’s foreign.
“Talk to me, Sky,” he says. He lifts himself, and I immediately turn to see where he’s going, but he just moves farther down my legs. I sigh with contentment when he starts to rub the backs of my thighs.
I talk. I tell him everything that happened with my mother while he works his magic on my body. He grunts when it’s appropriate to the story, and his hands get harsh when he’s angry, but then they gentle. He listens. And he takes care of me, all the way down to my toes.
“I knew they’d met,” Matt admits. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” Matt says when I tell him about Kendra and my mother having lunch. “She liked your mom, and she really regretted the situation she was in.”
Matt’s fingers hook in the hips of my panties, and he gives a gentle tug. He stops. “Is this okay?” he asks as he pulls my panties down under my butt cheeks. He takes in a quick breath, and my heartbeat jumps.
“Yeah,” I whisper, smiling into my pillow. I lift my hips, and he pulls them all the way down my legs. I know he can see my ass, and then suddenly his hands are there. “God.”
He pulls back. “Too much?” he asks.
“Not enough,” I tell him.
He sucks in another breath, and his hands settle on my ass cheeks again. He squeezes and lifts and rubs, and he lets out a groan that seems so much like the one stuck in my throat.
My muscles feel like rubber, like I couldn’t stand if I wanted to.
“Roll over,” he says quietly. He pats my bottom. “Wait,” he says when I hesitate. He slides his fingers up my inner thighs and parts my flesh. “Thank God,” he says.
“What?” I ask. I look at him from over my shoulder.
“You’re wet. I was hoping it wasn’t just me,” he says. “You got me so turned on that I don’t know what to do next.” He parts my lower lips with his fingertips and slides a finger inside me. I push back against him.
“You can keep doing that,” I suggest. I gasp as he pushes forward, adding another finger. I lift to meet him.
He chuckles. “I can’t get to anything from here,” he says. He pulls out of me and slaps my butt with his wet hand. “Roll over.”
I pull the sheet to cover my middle and roll over. Matt comes up to kiss me. God, he takes like everything I ever wanted. He tugs playfully at my sheet.
“This has to go,” he says with a laugh.
I clutch it to me. “I’ll be naked,” I whisper.
“That’s what I’m going for,” he whispers back playfully. He tugs the sheet again, and I let it slide away from me. I pick up the pillow and put it over my face. I’m embarrassed, but I don’t want him to stop. I would stab him if he stopped right now. My clit is thrumming so hard that I can feel it in my entire body.
He whistles like a dockworker when my body is bare. His hands slide up and down my sides, gentle and soft, but with an intensity like I’ve never known. It’s almost as if he’s memorizing the lines of me. He pulls my hands back and says, “I’m so sorry. I think I just drooled on you.”
I laugh and lift the pillow to look down at him. But his eyes are on my breasts. He cups them in his big, tattooed hands and plumps them.
“God, they’re so perfect,” he says. Then he takes my nipple into his mouth. It’s not a gentle lick. It’s a pull that reaches the very center of me. He laves my nipple, rolling it against the roof of his mouth as he toys with the other breast with his fingertips. I pull the pillow back over my face because if I keep looking at him as he looks into my eyes and plays me, I’ll explode.
“Matt, please,” I beg.
He lifts the pillow from my eyes and tosses it off the bed. His eyes are deep blue, his pupils wide and intense as he kisses his way down my stomach. “I told you I’d take care of you,” he says. “Patience.” His breath tickles my belly button just before his tongue dips inside.
Matt pushes my legs apart and settles between my thighs, his exhales teasing the little strip of hair at the apex of my thighs.
“I like this,” he says as he brushes it with his thumb. I arch my hips toward his pressing fingers.
“Matt,” I beg. I’m going to be a quivering, pleading mess if he doesn’t get on with it. “Please.” Oh crap. I already am.
His thumbs part my folds, and he slides two fingers inside me. I lift my head to watch him as he licks across my clit. But it’s not enough. I squirm, and he rewards me by pushing his fingers deeper. He crooks his fingers and presses down with his hand just above my pubic bone, and his lips latch on to my throbbing clit.
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
He lifts his head just long enough to say, “Nope. Just Matt.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and push his head back to where I want it. He latches on again, and licks against my clit in time with the thrusts of his crooked fingers. I grip the sheets in my hands, squeezing tightly, because Matt is about to break me. I can feel the build up. I keen and cry out and arch my hips to meet him. Then he starts to hum against my tender flesh.
I shatter.
I break.
I fall apart.
I come.
And Matt pushes me all the way through it. He takes me to the top of the cliff, and then he throws me over it. But he’s there to catch me when I fall. His fingers pull out of me while his gentle suckle on my clit turns to a solid, secure lick. He coaxes every tremor from me, every quake, every shake, and when I can’t take any more, I push his head back. He reaches back and pulls the rubber band from his ponytail. I messed his hair up, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He wipes his face on the sheet and then comes up to kiss me. I can smell me on his breath, but it’s beautiful. His hair hangs like a veil around us, but I can’t even lift my arms to push it back.
“You okay?” he asks.
I moan because words won’t even leave my throat. They’re stuck somewhere between my sated brain and limp body.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, and he falls over, landing beside my naked body. I can’t even turn my head to look at him. He kisses my cheek and rolls me over so that my bottom is nestled in his lap. “Go to sleep,” he says. His arm is beneath my head, and his other arm wraps around my waist.
I want to take care of him, too, but I can’t move. “I can’t sleep,” I murmur. “I have to pick up the girls.”
He presses a kiss against my hair. “I’ll wake you up in time,” he says softly. “Sleep.”
“You sure?” I murmur. It’s not like I could move if I wanted to.
“Let me hold you,” he says. He brushes my hair down between us and pulls the blanket over our bodies.
“Mmm,” I murmur. But darkness is already crowding the corners of my vision.
“I love you,” he says quietly, just as I let sleep overtake me. I let Matt overtake me. I let peace overtake me for the first time ever.
Matt
I wake up to the feel of a warm, feminine body draped over mine. I look down and see a blond head as it bends to kiss my chest
. I reach down, gathering her hair as I say, “Sky?” and try to blink the sleep from my eyes.
She stills and looks up at me, her brows drawing together. “Who else would it be?” she asks. She’s straddling me, and she moves like she’s going to get off my hips, but I hitch my hands under her arms and lift her higher so I can kiss her. She resists. “Who else would it be?” she asks again.
She’s serious. Fuck. I messed that up.
“No one,” I say. I scrub a hand down my face. “I was asleep and you’re kind of kissing my chest and sitting on my dick at the same time, and I woke up and it seemed very strange. That’s all.”
“You knew who I was, right?”
I don’t even need to think about my answer. “Of course.” I did. Really, I did. “I was just confirming what a lucky son of a bitch I am by getting you to look at me while you kiss my chest and sit on my dick.”
She snorts and buries her face in my chest, putting all of her weight on me. “I’m not quite sitting on your dick,” she says quietly. I rock against her center, which is slippery wet against me.
“I know. Can you fix that, please?” I say. I make like I’m trying to adjust her hips, but I know I need to get a condom first. I might have been asleep, but I’m not stupid.
She lifts up a little and points down toward my dick. “I’m a little intimidated by that,” she whispers playfully.
I chuckle. “Why? I promise it won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure he behaves.” I hug her to me. My heart is almost full to bursting, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. Well, I’d kind of like to fuck her, too, but I do have priorities, even right now.
“I wasn’t talking about your…parts.” Her face gets all rosy.
A laugh bursts from my throat. “Parts? You talk about me like I’m a washing machine.”
“Washing machines are not pierced, Matt,” she says.
“Oh,” I breathe. “You mean that.” I run my fingers through her hair like a comb. “It won’t bite. I promise.”
“I was kind of looking while you were sleeping,” she admits.
“Looking at my face, I’m sure,” I tease. “Was I drooling?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Down there. It looked at me first,” she says.
“I told him about that shit,” I gripe. “Dicks never listen. Just ask any man. He’ll tell you the same.”
She giggles against my chest. “You always wake up so ready?”
I lift my head and look down at her. “Usually, yeah,” I admit. “It’s a guy thing.”
“And I thought it was just for me.”
“Well, no one else is getting him,” I say. “So, that would apply.” I squeeze her naked bottom in my hand, and she yelps.
“Apparently, I have a lot to learn about men,” she says.
“Thank God I’m willing to teach you.” I growl as I hook an arm around her waist and flip her over so that I’m above her. I look down into her face, and my heart skips a beat. I want inside her so bad I can taste it, but I’m afraid to rush it.
I know what it’s like to have meaningless sex, and I’m afraid she does, too. This isn’t meaningless. At least not for me. This is so much more, and I want to savor every second. I also want to be sure she’s feeling as strongly for me as I’m feeling for her. If there’s anyone who could break my fucking heart, it’s her. She’s everything I ever wanted.
“You’re sure you’re in love with me, right?” I ask as I dip my head to kiss her.
She murmurs against my lips. “As sure as I can be.”
I lift my head. “What does that mean?” I brace my elbows on either side of her head and use my thumbs to brush her hair from forehead, sweeping across the delicate arch of her brow.
“I’m still learning what all this is about,” she says. “I don’t fully understand it, and I wasn’t looking for it. I don’t know how to analyze it.”
“I don’t know how to take that,” I admit.
“I just… I know I haven’t ever felt this way about anybody, particularly not this fast. And I’m scared, Matt. I’m terrified. But I like this. I like these feelings, as much as I dislike them.” She bites her lower lip between her teeth. “Can I tell you something?”
“You can tell me anything.” I scoot down so that I can touch my lips to her neck. It’s there and it’s so pretty and soft against my lips. She smells like citrus and soap, and I love every inch of her. I am enamored with the wet parts, and I rock my hips so that I can slide against her heat. She gasps and arches her hips to meet me.
“You’re the only one I needed today after I left my mom. You’re the one who makes me feel safe. I think I can tell you anything and you won’t judge. You dropped everything at Reed’s just to come with me, you listened to me, and then you took care of me until I fell asleep on you.” She winces. “Sorry about that.”
I chuckle against her skin. “Are you kidding? I enjoyed that as much as you did.”
“But you didn’t even…” She blushes, and she’s so pretty that she makes my belly flip.
“I can get off anytime. Getting you off,” I tell her, “that was a dream come true.” I cup her breast in my hand and plump it gently. It’s barely a handful, but it’s mine and I am already in love with it. In fact, I plan to spend a lot more time with it. Along with other slippery parts of her. I take her nipple into my mouth and abrade it with the flat of my tongue. She squirms beneath me, and if she moves one more inch, I’ll be inside her.
“Matt,” she says, her voice quivering. Her legs come up to wrap around my hips, and I notch my dick at her cleft. It know it’s risky, but I want to bump the head of my dick against her clit and see if she’ll get even wetter for me.
Her eyes fall closed, and her head turns to the side. A shiver trembles up her spine, and I rock my hips. “I think you like that piercing you were so scared of a minute ago,” I say quietly beside her ear. Her eyes fly open.
“That’s what that is?” she whispers.
“Well, I take all the credit if you really like it,” I whisper, and I drag through her heat again. She trembles in my arms.
“Matt, please,” she says.
“Condom?” I ask. She points to her bedside table, and I reach for it. I really don’t want to leave her because she feels so fucking good I can barely stand it.
“We need one?” she asks. I sit up on my knees so I can roll it on, and she lies there in the light of day, all exposed and pink and so fucking perfect.
“It would take a miracle for me to get you pregnant,” I say. But I do need it because if there’s no barrier between me and her, I’m going to go off the second I get inside her. So I roll it down my shaft and hope I can last long enough for her.
She giggles. “Because I want all the children in the whole wide world. Every last one. My three are definitely not enough.”
My heart stalls. I fall down beside her instead of on top of her. She rolls toward me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Don’t joke about that,” I say. “If you want more kids, you had better tell me now because I can’t give you any.” My heart’s beating like I just ran a mile, and I am afraid that it’s going to shatter like the glass vase I broke when I was six. There were pieces of it everywhere. I worry for her health if that happens. She’ll get stabbed. Oh fuck. I throw my arm over my eyes.
Sky climbs on top of me, kind of like she did earlier, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands on my chest. She kisses through the dusting of hair on my chest. “I’m sorry I ruined it,” she says quietly. She lays her face on my chest and rests the weight of her slight little body on me fully. She’s warm and soft and…wet? I look down and see her wiping a tear from her eye.
Shit. I fucked it all up. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I say quietly.
“I’m not crying for me, you dummy,” she says. She smacks my hands away when I try to wipe her tears.
“Then why the fuck are you crying?” I ask.
“I was crying for y
ou,” she whispers.
Shit. She can undo me so easily. “Because I can’t have kids?”
She snorts. “Because you want kids.” She grins. “I just happen to have three, Matt. I can share them with you, if you’ll let me.”
Well, I’d planned to do that anyway. She wiggles on top of me, and she’s so wet and warm that I can’t keep from grinding up into her.
“You ever going to show me what that piercing can do? You said it’s magical, right?”
I take her hips in my hands and put her right where I want her. “Sit up a little bit so I can get to stuff,” I say.
“You calling my girly parts stuff?” she asks. But she’s not crying anymore. She’s laughing.
I reach down between us and lift my dick, pointing it toward the center of her. She’s wet against my fingertips when I test her to see if she’s ready for me. She’s ready. I push inside her and she stills, her breaths stopping.
“Okay?” I ask.
Her eyes close, and she puts her weight on her palms, which she lies flat on my chest. She spreads her legs a little wider and slides down the length of me so, so, so slowly.
“Little bit more,” I coax. My breath is choppy, and I can barely speak.
“There’s more?” she grits out.
I look between us. “Yep.” I laugh.
She bounces rather indelicately, and I lift my hips at the same time. I disappear inside her, and all I can see is where her naked skin meets mine.
“God, I hope that’s all of it,” she says. But she’s smiling. She’s all silky and soft and hot and so fucking mine.
“Don’t move.”
“Why not?” she asks. Then she tilts her hips and lifts up, and I can see where we’re joined. I’m all wet and shiny with her, and then she falls, taking me back inside.
Sky balances on her hands so she can speed up and slow down as she rides me. Her perfect tits bounce as she finds a rhythm, so I sit up a little to taste them.
She gives me a second but then pushes me back down to lie flat. “Let me love you, Matt,” she says.
I lift my hands and lace them behind my neck. It’s been a really long time since I’ve done this, but I can see that she’s already close. Her thighs shake, and her rhythm grows shaky. “I want you to come,” I say.