"Have you given any more thought to spending the night here?" Matthew made the suggestion shortly after we arrived at his place. The screws in my tires came from somewhere I traveled earlier today, on my way from my apartment to the grocery store, and he thinks the only reason his tires didn't suffer the same fate is because he took a different route.
"Yeah, I'll still have to go home in the morning to get ready for work, though." We're lying on the couch. I'm on top of him, and he's playing with the strands of my hair, running his fingers through it, then adding a massaging motion to the mix. It's enough to lull me to sleep, especially with a full belly from the dinner I whipped up for us, fast meal of Cajun shrimp pasta. Matthew even managed to help out in the form of preparing a quick salad and popping the garlic bread in the oven. Still, it was nice having him in the kitchen with me. When dinner was done, Matthew ate two portionscompared to my one. He told me to sit my ass down, where he put me on the counter and cleaned up our combined mess.
"Is that going to make you late to work or harder for you to wake up?" The movie we're watching plays in the background, a favorite of mine based on a book, a timeless romance. It has the famous line, "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will no longer be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." – Darcy
Matthew asked me what my favorite movie was, and then he flipped through all of the streaming apps on his television until he landed onPride and Prejudice. He watched me watch the movie for a few minutes until he brought up the topic we’re on now.
"No, not at all." I lift my head, place my chin on the back of my hand, and really look at him. His five-o'clock shadow, the way his muscles flex, the relaxed way he is with me, and how, even though his cock is thick, pressing against me, he hasn't pushed for more, which is a damn shame, since I've rocked my hips a few times, and it wasn't to get more comfortable.
"Good, I made a promise to you earlier today. And I make good on my promises." Matthew has kissed me multiple times since the heated kiss at Colt's shop, and the touches didn't stop, either. Neither did him pressing his front against my back while I cooked. His dangerous lips sliding along my neck kept the tension building. My breathing quickens, I can feel my face go flush, and when Matthew's nostrils flare, ithas me sliding up and down his body. "Kitten wants her daddy."
"Please." Words are hard to come by, especially when he lets out a groan, hands moving to my curves as he rolls his hips.
"First things first, I need you naked." He does an ab curl, lifting my body up with his, turning us over so I'm flat on my back and his thighs are wedged between mine, and he's sitting on his haunches. His fingers slide to the bottom of my shirt, fingers grazing my skin as he pulls it up, looking from my face to my midriff with every inch he bares.
"I want you naked, too." I lose his hands for a moment and watch as one hand goes behind his neck to rip his shirt off before tossing it to the ground.
"Better?" he says with a smirk. This time, his impatience shows. Instead of going slow, he's moving in a way that makes me think he's in the same shape I am.
"Yes." I lift my arms to help him divest me of what he considers an offending garment. My skin flares with goose bumps once my shirt meets the same fate as his.
"Jesus, you're so damn beautiful." He lowers his body. His mouth touches mine, pressing a firm kiss to my lips, teeth nipping at the bottom before he soothes it with his tongue. As much as I'd stay glued to this very spot to get more of his kisses, he's a man on a mission, dragging his lips and tongue here and there down the slope of my neck.
"Hmm," I hum the further he moves. Matthew's fingers slide the straps of my bra down, and the sensations rolling through me cause my eyes to flutter. I'm able to see the top of Matthew's head, but other than that, all I'm able to do isfeel.The rasp of his tongue, the whisp of air he blows along my turgid tip that has my legs lifting and wrapping around his waist. I'll do anything to relieve this ache between my legs.
"Fuck, kitten. I can feel your heat." He lifts his head from one nipple for a moment before he returns to his ministrations. Only this time, it's on the other nipple. He sucks the tip into his mouth, taking deep and greedy pulls. My hands need something to do, and they find purchase in his hair, pulling at the strands while simultaneously holding him in place.
"More, please. God, more." A grumbling noise carries through the room, and it's coming from Matthew. When his fingers trace along the edge of my shorts, my stomach hollows, giving him more room to work between my clothes and skin.
"The more I'm about to give you means you'll be sitting on my face." I should feel nervous, worried about how I'll look, or even thinking about giving him too much of my weight. But the hungry look on Matthew's face absorbs all of my worries and fears.
"I want that, too," I admit. That's all it takes, four words, and he's sliding backward. His dexterous fingers loosen the buttons on his jeans. Holy fucking shit balls. The head of his cock pops out, thicker than his shaft. The bulbous mushroom shape glistens with wetness and has me licking my lips.
"That's not for you yet. I've been dying for a taste since the very first time I laid eyes on you," he admits while ridding me of my bottoms. My shorts are the pull-on type and come off my body along with my panties in one fellswoop. "Son of a bitch, kitten. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of you lying naked beneath me."
I barely have time to respond before Matthew's hands grip my sides. He lies back and then pulls me on top of him. My wetness leaves a path along his abdomen. He’s so focused on what he's doing, he doesn't even allow me to so much as feel his cock along my aching center.
"Matthew." I'm breathless, nearly tumbling over until I put my hands out on the arm of the couch.
"Kitten, that's the wrong name. You know what to call me." I'm situated right above his mouth, hovering, and the only reason I'm not already on his face is because he's keeping me still. He blows along my heated flesh, and I'm beginning to think it's one of his favorite things to do.
"Daddy, please." With that, I'm pulled down, my thighs on either side of his head. His hands grip the cheeks of my ass, fingers pressing in, giving a little bit of bite with the delicious tingles he's sending through my core. His tongue traces each lip before sucking it into his mouth, one side and then the other. I look down. His gaze meets mine. Pure molten desire is written all over him, and when his nostrils flare as he circles my clit, I almost fall forward. I wasn't expecting this, the sensations he pulls from me, the depth of the emotional connection we’re exploring together, and the rawness with which he looks at me.
He covers the whole of my center with his mouth, tongue dipping inside, teeth rasping right where I need him. My chest heaves, my breathing turns ragged, and my muscles tighten with each amazing caress. I lose his eyes as mineclose, and he moves my hips along his face, further adding to the effect. I’m lost in a haze, completely devastated in the best way possible, and I’m on the verge of tears. This is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Wetness coats the insides of my thighs, his cheeks, and what I’m sure are his lips, too. Given that my head is tipped back, my hands move from the arm of the couch, and I lean back, finding purchase on his thighs.
“Daddy,” I sigh aloud, knowing what it does to him and how it feels for me to give up the tight control I’ve had no choice but to acquire. Except when I’m with him, and it doesn’t even have to be in the physical sense, over the phone obviously works exceptionally well, too.
“My kitten is going to flood my mouth, isn’t she?” Matthew pulls away for a moment, not bothering to wait for a response. Instead, he wraps his lips around my clit and takes deep pulls, making me shudder in response.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. His fingers slide deeper into the crevice. One lone finger plays in such a way that I’m lifting and hoping to sink down on the digit. He takes the option out of my hands, slowly sinking just the tip into my tight, wet heat. Between his mouth and his finger and the noises we’re both making, I’m tittering on the edge, a ledge I never thought I’d want to fly over before. Yet with Matthew, I’d take the leap because he’d be there to catch me.
“I’m… I’m…” I stumble over the words as an epic orgasm takes hold of me. All I can do is tighten my grip on his thighs and hold on. “Fuck,” I breathe. He keeps his finger inside me but slows down with everything else and lightly licks me through the rest of my orgasm with care.
“Damn, kitten. Not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.” He plants a kiss where he obliterated me with his dangerous mouth.
“Yeah,” I agree with a lazy tone, finally looking down at him. I’ve thoroughly made a mess of Matthew’s face, and I can feel a flush blooming across my cheeks and chest.
“The way you look, sitting there bare, your arousal surrounding me, I’ll definitely need another taste before the night’s over.” I can see the determination in his eyes.
