Nothing is left to the imagination.
“This would be a good place to get snowed in,” I comment.
“With you? Yes.” His mouth is on mine, sweet, but also something else. The heat cranks up, his tongue going from exploratory to teasing, licking parts of my mouth I had no idea were erogenous zones. He pulls back, eyes carefully watching me, checking in without doing so verbally. I tell him yes without saying anything.
Blue eyes lighting with fire, Matt brings his mouth back to mine. I take his cap off to get my hands in the hair underneath.
His large hands move to my hips, and he slowly adjusts his weight on me. Shivering, I slide my own hands under his shirt, trying to get my too-small hands to cover just as much of his too-big body.
His mouth moves to my sensitive neck. Matt knows where the spots are now, and he places kisses with just enough pressure behind them to make me squirm. Our other times of rolling in bed together have had a certain amount of frantic need. Me, jumping him, us waking up hard and desperate simply because we’re near each other.
But this one has all the time in the world behind it.
“Take my shirt off,” he breathes against my neck. I obey, sliding it over his shoulders, dropping it carelessly beside the bed. My fingers trace the tattoo of a chef’s knife running down his bicep in grey and black. Lazily, I drag the pads of my fingers across his skin to his pectoral, following the sexy rise and curve of his chest. In response, Matt makes a deep, masculine sound. A purr of satisfaction, maybe.
When my eyes dart to his, he is watching my fingers, and then he meets my eyes in a slow smile.
Matt slides my shirt off around more kisses, then pauses to watch his hands as he spreads them wide across my torso. I expect some comment about my small stature. Matt slides his knees up on the bed, closer to my thighs.
“Pants need to come off, Theo.” He moves his hands to the soft pants he gave me. They come off easily. Without looking, he discards them, his gaze on me sprawled in nothing but my briefs. “Goddamn, you are perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect.”
He pushes my knee up by way of my foot to slide the briefs off one side of my body, then the other.
When he’s done, I’m as exposed as I have ever been with someone. Naked, sprawled before him, his own knees pushing against my thighs. I’m practically on display. Both of us watch his hand slide up my thigh before our gazes lock again.
Not breaking the look, he slides down, mouth replacing hand. He runs open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh, toward my groin. Without as much as a word, he buries his face in the curls around my cock. His hand fisting it with perfect pressure, he groans into his kisses all around my dick.
“Matt,” I call out because it feels too damn good. In response, Matt moves up my body. He’s so graceful from all the yoga; he flows over me and makes me feel like he iseverywhere.
While my hands scrabble to clutch his hair, Matt kisses my mouth and strokes my length.
“Powdered fucking donuts, Theo. Do you taste like them everywhere?” He stills his hand, dropping his head back down to my groin and taking my cock in his mouth.
“Ohhhhhhh.” My breath heaves in my chest, grasping for oxygen to follow the blood going south.
Matt does not slow, bobbing and sucking hard, making me call out and redoubling his efforts when I do.
I don’t know what I am saying. It feels too good, wave after wave of nothing but warm, syrupy feelings.
Matt takes me out of his mouth and kisses the tip of my dick. Blue eyes hooded, lips swollen. He’s indecent. I’m glad we are in this remote cabin where no one else can see him like this. Blood thumps in my cock, beating with my racing heart, just at the edge of painful need for a stroke, a mouth, a fuck.
Something.
He claims my lips again in a kiss, over and over, until I’m whimpering and groaning too much to follow his lead. I scramble my hands on him, desperate to touch and lick and kiss him, too. But he drops his head and moves his body so I can only reach his hair.
My hands clutch tight when he runs his hands around my thighs. Each hand takes a cheek of my ass, manhandling my hips off the bed as he swallows me down again. I’m fucking his face, using his mouth, only I’m not the one doing it—he is.
Oh god. Just yes. There are no other words for the sensation. I think I say that, but it’s all garbled in the loss of connection between my brain and my mouth.
Sliding up and down in the wet heat of his mouth, all the way back to his throat and so very much at his mercy. He may be giving the blowjob here, but there is no doubt who is in control.
Matt looks up, eyes watering because of how far he’s shoving me down his throat. As I gasp, he spreads his left hand wide, spanning my ass to keep me shoving in his mouth at the pace he wants. His right hand finds my left. He slows, leaving me down his throat and humming slightly.
“Come, oh, I’m going. . . going to come.” I’m unable to tear my eyes from his. He places my hand against the rough texture of his throat. I can feel myself inside him.
That’s all it takes. I climax so hard it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Not at all. Wave after wave of bone-shaking pleasure takes over. The only thing better than this cloud of bliss would be to share it with him. I want him to feel as good as I do.
Moving back over me, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and a sinful smirk. Matt’s eyes are molten as he reclaims my mouth until even that sensation is too much.
