“You’re breathtaking.” He reaches for me, lifting me and the roses I’m clutching into his arms as if I weigh nothing. I guess it’s the perk of dating a firefighter. He opens the door leading into the home, and I barely see a thing beyond the glass doors facing the water due to his pace.
“What’s your hurry?” I joke.
Matthew stops dead in his tracks. “I’ve waited ten years for this. It’s a house. I’ll give you the tour tomorrow. But I need you naked.”
“Can I at least have a shower?” It’s been a long, hot, and steamy day. And I don’t want to finally sleep with this man only to smell like Colonel Sanders.
“Only if I can join you.”
Matthew walks down the hallway to what appears to be a guest room and drops me onto my feet. Reaching for the roses, he places them in a vase of water sitting on the bedside table.Jeez. He thought of everything.“Can I undress you?” His voice sounds less confident all of a sudden. He’s honestly the sweetest man. He’s never been overly assertive.Well, except for when he was between my legs.
“Yes.” I smile up at him. Somebody pinch me.
He places his hands on my back, feeling for the zipper of my dress, and slowly pulls it down. Once the back is open, I curl my shoulders forward, allowing the garment to tumble to my feet. Matthew lets out a heady groan and takes a few steps back. “Sweet Jesus, Ellie.” His eyes roam from my head to my toes, lingering a few places in between. He squats to remove my shoes before sitting up to place a kiss above the hem of my plain, white cotton panties. Standing to his full height, he curls his arms around me and unsnaps my strapless white bra before sliding his thumbs into the sides of my panties, lowering them to the floor.
I’m nervous. I feel incredibly exposed like this, with him still fully dressed. But his actions make me feel desired. He could’ve just pulled my skirt up and went at it. Yet this is so much more.
Matt takes a step back, taking me in, and I try to calm my shaky limbs. “God damn, my girl is pretty.” He rubs his erection with the palm of one hand while reaching behind him to pull his shirt over his neck with the other. His toned, inked pecs and abs are on full display. My nerves start to calm, having something to focus on besides myself.
He looks deep into my eyes as he unsnaps his shorts, sliding the zipper down dramatically as if announcing the best night of my life has officially begun. Heck, what was I saying about my nerves? His heavy cock springs free as he lowers his pants, and I have to force myself to breathe. Walking over, he grabs my hand in his and leads me into the attached bathroom. I can’t help but gawk at his muscular ass as he leans into the shower to start the water.
“Ellie. This is going to have to be a quick shower, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want the first time I’m inside you to be anywhere other than a bed. And I already have to picture your damn pig in here with us to keep from losing it.”
I giggle as I follow him into the warm spray. Lifting my hands to the end of one of my braids, Matt interrupts.
“Let me.” He unfurls one braid and then the other before dragging his fingertips through the curly tresses. His touch is tender and sweet. He shampoos my hair before lathering my body. My hands tremble when it’s my turn to do the same. Once we’re both free of suds, he pulls me into his arms for a moment, trailing his hands down my back. It’s as if he’s trying to tell me something. This is so much more than sex.At least, I hope that’s what he’s saying.
We towel off, and he takes my hand, leading me to the bed. I’m more excited than nervous but hope the uncontrolled quaking won’t be a turn-off. Matt encourages me to lie on the bed and bends to fish a condom from his shorts before joining me. He trails his fingers from my collarbone to my breast and down my belly before he stops.
“I’m really glad we didn’t sleep together before I left.”
What?How do I respond to that?
“I didn’t want to have my head clouded by sex. I’m glad I knew what I needed was you. I love you, Ellie. I know it’s probably too soon-”
I should simply absorb his beautiful words, but the need to kiss him in this moment is like Pops needing oxygen to breathe. I’m so in love with him. This beautiful, kind, loving man.
Our kiss turns frantic; his mouth is everywhere. He trails kisses from my throat down my body. He stops to tease my nipples while running his fingers between my thighs. Suddenly, he’s on his knees, pushing my legs apart. I feel the familiar tickle of his beard against my sensitive skin before his magical tongue teases my opening.
“Oh, how I’ve missed this sweet pussy.” Matt continues to devour me like a man starved. He clamps his mouth around my clit as he inserts a muscular finger. After several glides in and out, he curls it forward, and it sends me to the moon.
I stare, blinking at the ceiling, my breathing gradually slowing as he climbs over me. “You okay, El?”
“Uh-huh,” I pant. The power of that orgasm and the full day working in the sun is making my body feel as if this bed is quicksand.
He licks his fingers in a dramatic fashion. “Finger licking good.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I can barely push the words out.
“Stay with me, beautiful. I want to fuck my girl.”
All right, that has me feeling more alert.
“Roll over for me, Ellie.”
