"It's a fantastic strategy, Angel." Gabriel says.
Matt hugs me whispering he loves me, before kissing my temple.
While the guys go to do the sound check, I get ready for the meeting when an email from Jack catches my eye. The day passes quickly, and I am excited to attend the concert. I know I've heard them play live many times, but every time it's a new emotion.
After two encores and the final goodbyes, Matt gets off the stage, putting his arm on my shoulders and taking possession of my lips.
Back at the hotel the paparazzi are waiting for us, taking lots of photos but once we enter the hotel the guards make sure not to let us follow.
"You taste good," he whispers sniffing my neck and his voice makes me tremble as usual, we go out of the elevator and once inside the room he takes off his shoes and shirt, picks me up and takes me to the bathroom. We undress quickly, the desire I see in his eyes is a turn on for me. His hands caress my skin, soaping it and I do the same. He grabs my breasts and squeezes them lightly as I lean my back against his chest. "You're so perfect," he says, brushing my nipples, pulling them, making me gasp.
His hand passes my belly touching my opening with his fingers, teasing me. I cling to his neck looking for more friction with his hand. He inserts two fingers inside me, slowly fucking me as his mouth consumes mine. When he makes me lean on the tiles with his hands, replacing his fingers with his hot, hard penis, I can't help but moan. I feel his every inch slowly entering and exiting me, making me lose all control. His breathing increases along with the non-stop hammering. I arch my back against him, his mouth biting and licking my neck as his hand traces circles around my swollen clitoris. When I orgasm, shaking the world, I have the feeling of losing my balance, but he supports me; loving me, making me his.
We rinse and get out of the shower, and he makes me wear one of his T-shirts and I love being enveloped in his scent. He holds me tight in his arms, rocking me.
Chapter16
Matthew
When the alarm goes off, I'd like to throw it out the window. I would like to keep her here, with me, and I know I am selfish, but she has become my air.
A few more concerts and I'll go home, where she'll be waiting for me.
I observe her sleeping peacefully with her hair scattered on the pillows, stamping in my memory every detail of this angel who came down to earth for me.
The morning erection is nothing new, she has always had this effect on me. She moves on her side, and my shirt rises slightly, showing me her perfect, panty-less ass.
I lower myself kissing it, lifting her leg slightly, licking her honeycomb, savoring her delicious nectar. Her breathing quickens, turning into moans and then moans as I spread her buttocks by fucking her with my tongue, collecting her juices. I feel her hand grabbing my hair as she arches her back giving me more access to her butterfly. I feel her walls tighten around my tongue and her cries of pleasure are delicious in the early morning. I release my erection and rub it between her labia and cover it with her delicious juices before pushing me inside her, prolonging her orgasm. "God, Matt ..." she gasps moving under me, I make her stand up, pulling her on top of me, holding open her legs with mine and holding her still, I move my hips mercilessly drilling her.
"Matt ... love ... oh my ... yes ... yes ... yes!" she screams before coming squeezing my cock making me come.
She Collapses on my chest as we try to catch our breath.
"Good morning love," I whisper, moving her hair and kissing her.
"Hmmmm, I love your good mornings." He still responds breathlessly.
"I love you baby."
"Me too, my love."
After a fabulous awakening, I know that time with her is short. We decide to go out for breakfast in a cafeteria in the downtown, and despite some paparazzi that Ryan turns away, we spend a quiet morning.
We head to the airport, she has to go back to LA, and the band has to go to Denver, our next stop.
"I'll miss you!" I say, kissing her.
"Me too love, conquer Denver, Philadelphia, New York, Washington, and then come home for the grand finale!" she says with a wink.
"I can't wait, love! Text me when you get home."
"Okay, I love you," she says, kissing me before getting on the jet. When the door closes, I too board the company's jet, heading for Denver.
When we land in Denver, we have the day off. I take a tour of the city with the boys and as we’re passing in front of InkMaster, Lucas stops to get a tattoo, and I enter too.
The saleswoman smiles, recognizing us, and explains that she usually only works by appointment, but since it's us, she will make an exception.
We stop for lunch at an Italian restaurant, and I can't keep the idea to myself.
