I want to tell Matt, but I think I lost the ability to talk sometime between his casual declarations and his mouth between my legs. He curls his fingers, hittingthatspot, and I’m lost to a release so strong I feel like I’m floating.
“I will never get enough of your perfect pussy gripping my fingers when you come.”
I’m vaguely aware of Matt talking and now crawling up my body. He mimics our earlier position, gripping my hands and dragging them above my head. His mouth claims mine in a drugging kiss before he pulls back.
I open hazy eyes to him looking at my mouth with that expression he’s been wearing lately. One I’m scared to decipher.
“I love everything about your mouth.”
Another kiss.
“I love these lips around my cock.”
Kiss.
“I love how I never know what’s going to come out of them—what you’re going to say.”
Kiss.
“I love the way my heart stutters in my chest when they pull into a smile.”
Kiss.
Matt releases one of my hands and reaches down to fit himself against me. He hooks my legs over him, nudgingforward just slightly.Oh god.He reclaims my hand, his grip harder than before. Pressing his hips forward, he pushes into me torturously slowly.
“I love the way you fit me so perfectly.” His voice is gravel as he fills me all the way.
I think I sigh.This. I want this for the rest of my life. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.Shit.
Matt pulls out and slowly pushes in again. Kisses me. “I love how you feel.”
Another kiss. Another drag in and out. My legs start to shake.
“I love how youmake mefeel.”
My heart beats so loudly I’m surprised he can’t hear it. I’m scared. This feels like so much more than sex.
“I love that you’re mine.”
My breath hitches and Matt dips his tongue in my mouth, swallowing the little gasp. His hips thrust forward and pull back.
He touches his nose to mine and looks at me. “You’re mine, right?”
All I can do is nod. Something spills from my eye and Matt wipes it away with his cheek. He rests his forehead against mine, letting our breath tangle.
His hips thrust forward again. “So perfect.”
Again.
“All mine.”
They’re barely whispered words, but I can hear them. It’sallI hear.His. I’m his. I don’t know when it happened, but I’m so undeniably histhat it feels like my heart beatsforhim.
I grip his hands harder above our heads and press my mouth up to his as I shatter, another tear trailing down my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MATT
