Matt yanked his head away from my lips to grab my wrist, pulling it to his mouth and peppering the light little kisses on the inside of that wrist, trailing up the soft skin all the way to my arm.
It was sweet and yet intimate at the same time, and I felt goose flesh rise up and down my body at his touch.
Yeah, I felt myself getting a little wet, too.
Our eyes met, and I breathed his name. “Matt…”
His lips descended on my own again, and this time his hands slipped up my dress to cup my tits.
Or tried to.
“Where did you get this?” Matt frowned as an ornament came unglued from the dress and dropped to the floor.
I tried to tug off the Christmas tree then got stuck.
Matt smirked, grabbed the front then ripped it off me, ornaments and garlands shooting all over the room.
“Much better,” he said in that deep voice. He pulled my breasts out of the bra, kissing one then the other. I moaned as he sucked on a nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
I inhaled, satisfied, loving him, and loving what I knew would soon be how he would make me feel. He shrugged off his shirt. I ran my hands up the length of his broad chest. Then I dragged my tongue over the rippling muscle, smiling when he hissed.
Then he was back on my tits. He kissed first one nipple and then the other one, gently, almost reverently.
I felt my chest heaving under his ministrations, as hot as if he had been sucking at my clit.
His free hand went up to stroke me between my legs, rubbing over the slit of my pussy through the tights and then underneath my panties to dip inside to play.
I moaned again, less sensual and more demanding.
I was already so wet for him. Why was he making me wait?
He pulled down my tights, and I kicked them off.
“I love you,” I told Matt.
I love you too,” he said, as he reached for his own pants.
“Good,” I said. “Tell me that you have a condom in there so you can show me.”
He chuckled softly and, as I hoped, pulled out a condom from his back pocket.
Okay, that was it. I truly did love this man.
He rolled it on and then crawled up my body again, mounting me as my legs wound around his hips. Our lips just barely touched as he eased into me, and we shared a single breath between us.
My hands gripped his shoulders, needing an anchor, and when we moved, it was together—a rhythm of thrust and counter-thrust that slowly picked up speed.
My eyes met with his, locking together, and I could see his pleasure reflected back from my own gaze.
I gasped as he hit my G-spot, and the moment broke.
He smiled and said, “I love you,” like a reminder. Then he thrust hard, hitting me there in that perfect spot again and again until I was crying out with every movement, so close to my climax that I could taste it.
Matt looked at me and said, “You can come, Merrie. I want you. I love you.”
I closed my eyes and let go to the sound of his loving voice.
I lay next to him on the bed, my head on his chest, looking at the fire.
