There was only one way to find out. Practice. Lots and lots of practice.
He’d never stripped off his clothes faster in his entire life. Jerked open the side drawer, scrambled to find a condom. It had been far too long, and when he came back, covered and ready, Hope was waiting with eager hands to guide him to her wet pussy.
“You sure about—” Her hand slapped over his mouth, and she lifted her hips, drawing the tip of his cock into her heat. He shook off her hand. “You’re sure. I’m sure. Good.”
Matt moved slowly, watching closely as he slipped inside. He rocked forward, small increments, her tight passage squeezing him as she shifted position.
“Holy…you’re…oh yeah. That’s so so good—” Hope puffed air upward and squeezed her eyes shut.
“You know how to make a guy feel proud.”
“You know how to make a girl feel awesome. It’s been a while.” She wiggled, and he grabbed her hip, lifting her slightly and easing in farther. The moisture from her orgasm smoothed his way, but she was tight. It was better than anything he’d felt before.
He deliberately kept his eyes on her face. On the delicate arch of her brow and how her long red hair lay tousled over the pillow. This was Hope under him, and he had no doubts about mistaken identity. No flashbacks or comparisons, and that’s exactly how he wanted it.
His groin hit her ass and he grunted out his happiness.
Hope grinned. Ear-to-ear wide with an accompanying light that made her face shine.
Matt couldn’t remember ever having this much fun along with the physical pleasure of sex. “You’re thinking something dirty or you want to make a smart-ass comment, right?”
“I’m with animal man. You going to growl for me later? Howl? I could go for the beast escaping and having his wicked way with me.”
She laughed out loud, and the motion made her stomach and core tighten, which felt incredible around his dick.
He was going to die happy. “Do that again.”
Matt covered her, cupping her face and kissing her gently as he pulled his hips back and carefully pressed his cock in and out of her body. Every plunge smooth now, the motion wicked and hot. She tilted her hips, and he adjusted to grind over her clit.
“Oh. My. God. That. That.”
This time he was the one to laugh, holding her chin and licking her lips, tasting her mouth without changing his thrusts.
She let out a squeak when he pulled her nipple a second before squeezing it. Matt swallowed the sound and repeated the motion, pushing into her harder, following his tease by grabbing her thigh where she’d held it out to the side and dragging her open farther. The change in angle brought him directly in contact with her clit, and she tightened everywhere, shaking under him as she came.
There was only enough energy left in him for a couple more thrusts to enjoy the sensation of her clutching him internally, the tight motion triggering then dragging out his climax.
He shuddered then lowered his face to her neck, pressing a kiss to the pulse throbbing there. The scent of sex filled his room, soaking into his sheets, and he was very glad.
Oh yeah, there was no way that anyone was going to benefit from this other than them, Hope was right about that.
“You, Matt Coleman, are one dangerous creature.”
He growled in her ear, soft and low, and she squeezed his ribs in a bear hug, rolling sideways. He went with her, ending with them lying side by side on the bed.
She was still smiling, still laughing. And he was torn between kissing her and thanking her for helping bring him back to life.
Chapter Fourteen
Hope rolled over nearly three inches before she got stuck, a heavy set of limbs pinning her in place. She paused then happily snuggled into Matt’s side. He planted a hand on her belly and tugged her back, the hard length of his shaft nestled between her naked ass cheeks.
The air was chilled, but under the covers it was toasty warm and getting hotter by the second.
She lifted her head far enough to eyeball the clock radio. Five a.m. Tons of time before she’d have to crawl out and start the day. A minute wiggle confirmed the erection behind her was real, and she sighed contentedly.
Yeah, the waiting had gone on long enough.
“You squirm like that one more time, and you’re gonna get more than a sleepy cuddle in response,” Matt warned.
Oh really? Sounded fun.
She rocked her hips all of an inch before he moved, pressing her chest into the mattress, his entire body lined up over top of hers. After their third session last night they had both collapsed, but Matt didn’t seem any less energetic for the lack of sleep. He canted his hips and speared his cock between her thighs, the hard length rubbing over the wet-and-getting-wetter opening of her sex.
“Hmm, my favourite way to wake up,” he rumbled.
She gasped as the head of his shaft slipped through her folds and he pressed in, one full thrust filling her. “I like that too.”
Matt reached down, fingers catching hold of her right hip as he worked in and out. The friction was delicious, and while the angle was wrong for her to be able to come, she wasn’t going to complain. This—taking—was perfect in a whole other way.
She’d have died before confessing it, but the lack of control on her part turned her on almost as much as the previous night when he’d put his head between her legs and consumed her. Direct contact on her sensitive spots? Score.
But not being in control?
Hope shivered as he thrust harder, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips.
“You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
Matt leaned forward, his weight holding her in place. He grabbed her right hand where it lay on the bed beside her. One twist later, both hands were trapped behind her back, his strong fingers holding her in place.
“Shit.” His voice went from lust-filled and sleepy to totally alert. “No condom.”
Hope blurted out the words quick before he could do something stupid like pull out. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”
Matt waited a beat. “I am too. Got checked…”
Neither of them wanted to say they knew why he’d gotten checked, but the situation was real. Hope shoved aside the flash of anger that her sister’s presence had intruded even for a minute. “Take me. Fuck me however you want.”
She squirmed, fighting his hold, willing for him to come back to the place they’d been a moment before.
His cock never left her body. Matt pressed between her shoulders and adjusted his grip, and she groaned with pleasure as he resumed control. Thrust into her hard enough to make her grunt. Another slam. Matt moved over her, continuing his relentless pillaging. Hope wiggled harder. A delicious thrill raced through her when she couldn’t budge, simply had to lie there and take the assault on her senses.
A deep chuckle stroked her eardrums. “Yeah, you like this a lot. So do I. In fact…”
He pulled free from her body and Hope moaned in protest. Only he didn’t let her go, only forced his knees under her thighs and lifted her ass higher into the air. The position pressed her shoulders and face into the pillows, increased the uncertainty of her balance.
Changed the angle of his cock as he paused to line them up before thrusting home.
“Oh God.”
He chuckled, his free hand massaging her bare ass, fingernails scratching lazy circles on her skin. Urgency rose in her sex, the precursor warnings to an orgasm tugging her nerves. Why had she thought she couldn’t come like this?