“Coast is clear.” Matt unwrapped her from his embrace and pulled her towards the stairs. Her thighs screamed with the exertion of climbing three flights after the workout she’d put them through, but she pushed through it. Quickly, she unlocked her door and let them in.
She hung up her coat on the coat rack with Matt’s and turned to pack his muffins, only to find him sitting at the table eating one.
“These areso good, Rosie.” He was halfway through it already, a few crumbs sticking to his beard and sweater. Her stomach growled.
“I guess we worked up an appetite out there.”
Matt held a muffin out to her. “Here, eat one.” She smiled as she unwrapped the paper and sank into the chair next to him.
“Alright, then I’m packing them, and you can take them upstairs with you.” She made good on her promise as Matt looked on. Once the Tupperware container was sealed, she reached over and brushed the crumbs from his face. Taking her wrist, he pressed a kiss to her palm with heated eyes, and her breath quickened. They were alone.
Never taking her eyes off his, Rosie pulled him slowly toward her living room and the couch in it. Even though she’d prepared for this, she was nervous. It was one thing to shop for Valentine’s Day lingerie online. It was something entirely different to let the man she was dating see it.
Especially when that man was her friend’s little brother.
Rosie shoved that thought away. Matt was his own person, he was an adult, and he clearly wanted her. He slid onto Rosie’s couch and pulled her down to straddle his lap. Her inner thigh muscles tensed. Matt brushed her hair back over her ears and gazed at her face-to-face.
“Just stop me if I do something you’re not ready for.” She nodded.
She didn’t expect it to be a problem.
His lips pressed into hers, and Rosie savored the sweet kiss, but she could feel the hunger he held in check. Gently, she parted her lips and licked the seam of his mouth. His sharp inhale unleashed the beast, and then she was drowning as his tongue soared past hers, stroking, seeking, exploring her mouth as his hands clutched her tightly to him. Her fingers dove into the short hair at the nape of his neck. She was on fire, and he was both gasoline and hydrant.
When she finally needed to come up for air, she leaned forward and nibbled his ear, since he’d liked it so much before. He groaned and pressed his lips to her neck, and they proceeded to drive each other crazy just like that. His hands rubbed over the sore muscles in her thighs, and she moaned. Cocking his head, he looked at her quizzically.
“My legs hurt from skating,” she broke their spell to say.
Nodding, he pressed another quick kiss to her lips. “Turn around, I can help.”
She did as he asked, turning so her back leaned against his chest. His big hands massaged over her leggings, first the outer thighs, from her butt to her knees. She sighed as her muscles relaxed. Then, pulling her knees apart, he rubbed the muscles of her inner thighs, slowly climbing his way up toward her dripping core. Rosie threw her head back against his shoulder, and Matt resumed his attentions to her neck as he continued his erotic massage. Higher and higher he went, until he was right next to her pussy. She trembled in his arms, anticipating his thick fingers rubbing at her most intimate place.
He paused. “Rosie?”
She turned her head to look at him as much as she could. Gazing at him through her haze, she whispered, “Touch me.”
His mouth crashed down on hers as fingers on both hands stroked her through the fabric, swallowing her moans as a thrum started in her core. Rosie didn’t even recognize herself, writhing over Matt’s body like she was having a seizure. Waves of insane pleasure built higher and higher, until the inevitable result of Matt’s ministrations crashed into her, and she cried out, breaking their kiss. Her vaginal muscles contracted around nothing until they wore themselves out, and she came down from her high, gasping for air.
“Damn, you’re beautiful when you come.”
Holy crap. So that’s what an orgasm felt like. Rosie didn’t have words as Matt lifted her and laid her down on the couch. He kissed her lips, snaking his tongue inside for a quick taste, then kissed down her neck to her breasts, pressing into the fabric of her dress as his hands followed along her sides. “Matt,” she finally croaked. She needed him, desperately. “Come to my bedroom.”
Surprise lit his face as he rose and helped her up. Then, sweeping his arm behind her knees, he lifted her in his arms bridal-style and carried her into the bedroom. Thank God she was prepared. She’d actually made the bed that morning and cleaned up her space.
Matt gazed down at her science fiction quilt that her grandmother made in awe. “That is the best blanket I’ve ever seen.” She grinned as he laid her down on it.
“Thanks. Gram made it.”
His face pinched. “Let’s pull it back then. I don’t want to defile it.” Rosie laughed as he tugged the blanket out beneath her and gently folded it back.
“Well, I can’t wear my street clothes in the sheets. She taught me better than that.” She watched his face as she wiggled out of her leggings, then pulled the hem of her dress up and over her head. His entire face flushed as he took in her holiday lingerie. Her breasts were pushed high and round in a black plunge bra with little red hearts all over it, and her wide hips were encased in matching bikini panties.
Matt’s jaw dropped, as he made the most adorable stammering noises. He fell to his knees and ran his hands over her exposed skin, making her shiver. Rosie had always thought when she finally had sex, she’d feel like a beached whale, but under Matt’s gaze she felt like a beautiful, sexy goddess. The extra pounds didn’t exist under his touch. If she felt like this every time she wore something revealing, she’d wear that sort of thing a lot more. Reaching out, she lifted his chin, so he’d meet her eyes.
“I’m yours.”
Pulling his sweater off and revealing his t-shirt underneath, then shucking his jeans, Matt climbed into the bed beside her. Then his mouth was on hers, her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Those he paid extra attention to, ravishing them until he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Heaving a sigh of relief as he freed her breasts, Rosie suppressed a giggle when he stared at them. She had to grab his hand and put it on one before he would move again. Seriously, he was adorable. And sexy. And oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, those hands when they touched her skin! She was grateful she hadn’t done this as a teenager. Rosie knew she wouldn’t have been able to appreciate it.
Matt worshiped her breasts first with his hands, then with his mouth. Her hips about flew off the bed the first time he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He chuckled with his mouth still full of breast and kept playing with them until her new panties were drenched and she was begging, but she didn’t know what for.
