“No one has to know,” he says, pulling on my arms, trying to get me to lie down on top of him.
“My god,” I say, breathless, leaning forward, my hair falling around him.And then he pulls my hips down into his, and he lifts his head up, trying to catch my mouth.
“I want to—”
But before he has a chance to finish, I take over his mouth and kiss him, messy and hard andneeding.His mouth is warm and wet and there is nothing tentative about it.I am suddenly frantic for him, all of him, and I pull at his T-shirt, lifting it up over his head, and he maneuvers out of it.His chest is bare.The fan of hair across it is invisible in the dark to everything but my touch.
“So little discipline,” he teases, his fingers fumbling at my zip, but when he can’t get purchase on the heavy ring to pull it open, he spins me over so he’s on top.Once I’m pinned under him, he opens it with one fast motion, revealing my black lacy bra.
“Beautiful,” he says, as he fans his hand across my belly, his fingers like fire against my skin.He leans in and kisses me hard, first on the mouth, and then in short, hungry kisses down my neck, pulling my arms out of the sleeves of my jumpsuit as he goes.The cool air makes me yearn for his kisses everywhere.“Christ,” he says, as his fingers reach the lace of my bra and his palm moves down to cover my breast, moving in soft circular motions against my nipple.
“Mmm,” I moan into the night air, as Matt pulls at my bra, reaching around to unclasp it and then tossing it far away across the grass.
“So you can’t get it back in a hurry.”
“They’re going to find that next year.When the groundsmen prepare for the race.”
“Lucky groundsmen.”
I’m naked from the waist up, splayed out on the grassy, stony earth, which is rough against my bare back, but I don’t care.Matt looks down at my face and then my breasts, and closes his eyes as though trying to cool himself down.
“I don’t want to rush.But also...”He opens his eyes, and his mouth comes down on my nipple and I arch my back into him, the pleasure flushing between my legs.He’s expert.His hands are experienced, light, deft, and they know exactly where to move to match my desire.Just as I’m about to beg him to fuck me, he reaches down between my thighs and I help him by kicking off the legs of my jumpsuit and opening my legs for him.His hand moves quickly, and then he stops for a moment, staring deep into my eyes.
“I want to feel you come,” he says, as his fingers move aside the lace of my underpants.His finger dipping in between my lips, stroking my clit.“You’re so wet, Chloe.Always so wet for me.”
The words send me, and my eyes roll back in my head as he rubs his finger up and down and around in expert circles.
I make all sorts of deeply unholy noises as he dips his finger inside me, and then buries his head in the crook of my neck, groaning as he moves his finger slowly in and out.I can feel myself stiffening against his finger, my body at war with itself, wet and slick and yet unable to fully open for him.It’s nerves.After all this time.Am I enough?Will I be enough?
“So perfect,” he says, sensing my feelings immediately.“So.Fucking.Perfect.”
I clench around his finger, and he lifts his head, a look of devilish approval as he starts kissing my jaw and making his way to my mouth.My back arches as the waves of pleasurestart to build, and all I can think about is how much I want him inside me.All of him.
I groan into his mouth, pushing myself against his finger as it slides in and up to my clit and then back inside me again.The pleasure is not enough.It’s not enough.And yet...it’s too much to take.My desire is pooling in my belly, and I’m starting to stiffen and then writhe against him.
“Yes, Chloe,” he growls approvingly, as he moves so he can kiss my neck, just at the edge of my ear.
If it isn’t his tongue against that spot behind my ear that finally sends me, it’s Matt saying my name.Chloe.I clasp his wrist and let out a final moan as everything fades into darkness and I explode against him in wild contractions.Matt is moaning too, and although his hand slows against me, he doesn’t stop as wave after wave shudders through me.It feels too good.Too good.
“Delicious,” Matt says, kissing my cheeks, my eyelids, my nose.
I want more.
As I slowly regain my senses, I’m still ravenous for him.
“Now you,” I murmur, as my eyes open and his silhouette appears above me, the moon moving from behind that cloud, and we are flooded with silvery light once again.Matt is relentless.His fingers don’t stop moving inside me, even as the sensitivity makes me flinch endlessly.He looks down between our naked bodies, and then removes his hand from between my legs long enough to pull my panties off.
“I want you to do that while I’m inside you,” he says, kicking off his Gucci tracksuit pants into the dirt.I can just see how hard he is.I reach down for him, but the way he’s lying puts him just out of reach.
“Are you on birth control?”he asks, not a speck of awkwardness in his voice.
“IUD.We’re covered, don’t worry.Though I’m a little rusty,” I say, instead moving my hand up to his chest as he climbs between my legs, forcing one thigh up slightly to make room.
Matt grins.“You didn’t feel rusty to me.”
“Filthy,” I reply, smiling at him.
“Anyway, don’t worry about it.I’m not rusty,” he says, and I roll my eyes, slapping him gently on the chest.
