“Not sure I can, not after a request like that. Especially when you look like you want to disappear into the ground.” I lean against his head, letting out warm pheromones. “But I’ll try.”
“My nipples are sore.” He lets out a low grumble. “They’ve been sensitive lately, but they’re sore now. With the heat today, I’ve been sweaty and they’ve been rubbing on the inside of my shirt. Now they’re sore.”
I can’t help my smile, not because it’s funny or amusing but because of how grumbly he is about it, and also because the mental image of his nipples constantly rubbing against his shirt all day is kind of sexy.
“You grabbed me from the kitchen to complain about your nipples?” I can’t help the laugh in my voice and Mathew pulls me against him more, nipping at my shoulder.
“No...” He lets the o roll for a while. “I grabbed you from the kitchen because I’ve barely seen you all day and wanted to spend some time with you. My nipples are a separate issue.”
“Okay.” I kiss his hair, taking in slivers of his scent, enjoying his closeness.
“I put bandages on them, but now it feels even weirder. Now I’m constantly aware of them, and it’s making me hard.” His grumbling doesn’t stop and I push his head up, making him look at me.
“Do you want to grumble about it or do you want me to resolve it?”
“Both.” He flashes me his best replica pout, trying his hardest to hide his smile.
“Okay.” I open the top buttons of his shirt before he grabs my wrists, holding them in place. “I’m just going to take a look.”
“You’re not allowed to do anything weird, this is strange enough as it is.”
“What do you take me for?”
“You.” He levels me a look and I can’t help my grin. “Someone who’s much too interested in seeing how many ways you can find to turn me on.”
I want to tell him I’m not that bad, but he’s not wrong, that is one of my favourite things to do. “Fair enough. I won’t do anything weird, I promise.”
He lets go of my wrists and I open his shirt the rest of the way, letting it fall open.
Fuck, he looks so sexy. His body exposed, his muscles and tattoos on full display, his body tight in anticipation.
I reach out, itching to trail my fingers over his stomach, down his abs, before I remember that I promised not to do anything ‘weird’.
He’s covered his nipples with skin coloured bandages, which makes sense, he wouldn’t want them to stand out under his shirt. But the bandages aren’t tight at all, so with every flex of his muscles, they’ll move around, giving even more sensations than before.
“Don’t you have an undershirt you can wear? Something tight-fitting? It might be warm, but it will probably feel a lot better than this.”
He looks down at his chest, frowning. “Do you think that’s a better idea? Won’t that rub even more?”
“Not if it’s tight enough not to move around. I know plenty of women with small chests who do it all the time. Some can get away with a simple tank top or anything else tight-ish that gives an extra layer between their nipples and their outer clothing.”
“That makes sense.” He reaches up, tugging at the corner of one of the bandages. “I guess I should take them off?”
“I think that’s a good idea, yes. Do you want to do it yourself or should I do it?” I turn in his lap, straddling him, giving me a better view of things.
He laughs, dropping his arms around my waist. “You do it, you seem to want to.”
I don’t reply, instead leaning in to kiss him, as I quickly pull first one and then the other one off. Mathew groans into my mouth, his arms around me tensing, his dick straining in his pants between us. This close, I smell the flare of his wisteria pheromones, his arousal.
Even after I’ve put the bandages on the table next to the chair, he won’t stop kissing me, every kiss becoming more and more desperate, making my head spin.
As I’m starting to run out of breath, he finally breaks the kiss, putting our foreheads together, our breathing hard.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” His words are soft, quiet, tender.
I don’t really know what to reply, not when the mood’s so charged. Anything I could say feels too light or too heavy.
Luckily, or maybe sadly, that choice is taken away from me as my phone rings.
