“Don’t move.”
Matt knelt behind her, nudging her knees farther apart. He pressed their bodies together and nipped her shoulder as he dragged his hands over her naked skin. One hand he slid up to cup her breast. One snuck downward until his fingertips skimmed her slit.
“Damn, you’re wet.”
“You do that to me.” There was a purr of contentment in her voice, and he grinned like a fool.
“It ain’t the only thing I plan on doing to you.” He flicked her clit and she moaned.
Matt pressed one finger deep into her pussy and her hips rocked urgently against his hand.
Hope laid her head on his shoulder as he worked her, fingers rolling her nipple. Two fingers thrust in and out of her body, the heel of his hand pressed hard to her clit. She puffed air rapidly, crying out long and low when she came, body squeezing tight around him.
He released her and dropped to his back, pulling her hips down. He centered her pussy over his mouth and licked the moisture escaping. Hope tried to wiggle away, but he held her tight to his lips, using his tongue to explore all the folds of her pussy. She tried to escape again and this time he nipped the inside of her thigh.
Hope yipped in response, squirming hard.
“Stay in one place. I ain’t done with you.” He clutched her ass cheeks and dove back in. Assaulting her sensitive clit, lapping along all her most responsive spots until she shook, calling out his name.
Then she was flat on her back and he was over her. Matt grabbed her ankles and draped her legs over his shoulders, exposing her core completely. He stroked downward, starting at her belly, two fingers gliding past her sex and pausing over the pucker between her ass cheeks.
“You drive me crazy. You taste fucking marvelous, but now all I can think about is taking you hard. Your pussy, your ass. I’m going to fuck you there sometime, you know. Drive into you again and again until you’re screaming.”
Her response—was that a whimper? A plea? He recognized the sound as needy though, and definitely not a denial of his suggestions. But he didn’t have the energy to wait and get her ready for that kind of possession right now. Today the longest he could stand to wait was to line up his cock and thrust home in one shot.
“Matt!” Hope clutched the bed sheets. Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth dug into her bottom lip.
The feel of her pussy enveloping him drove out everything but the need to rut harder. One stroke after another, her wetness pouring over him, her cries pushing him hotter and harder than he thought possible.
Another thrust, even deeper.
“Oh God, Matt.”
He was sweating, beads rolling down his face and spine. He leaned on his left hand and changed his angle. Their bodies smacked harder as he aimed to connect with her clit. She gasped and her eyes flew open.
“Oh God.”
He was so close to coming, so close. Staring into her face helped him hang on, watching her lips pull into a tiny pout as she moaned on every slam of their bodies together. Then she made this wonderful sound that somehow mirrored the rippling of her muscles clutching him tight. He froze and let himself enjoy her climax, her nearly violent shakes as she writhed under him.
He pulled out and took his cock into his hand and pumped, dragging out the orgasm that he’d held off. Strands of seed flew from the tip, spurted over her belly, her ass. Hope clung to her thighs, watching him with an expression of pure pleasure as he jerked off all over her.
The last pulse left his body, and he stared at her splayed before him. An enthusiastic blob clung to one nipple, the rest of his semen scattered like random brandings of streaks and dots painted on her skin.
Ownership marks. His brain was still kinda numb as he slicked a fingertip through the liquid, again from her bellybutton down. “That was damn nice.”
“Nice?” Hope gasped for air. “Nice is for children’s stories. That was spectacular.”
He rubbed with a full palm, massaging his seed into her skin. They were both sticky and messy and fuck it all, it turned him on more than he wanted to admit. “Hmm. Makes me an asshole, I guess, wanting to leave a bit of myself all over you.”
She shivered but smiled.
“I want more. I want you to see how damn hot we are together.”
“I think I figured it out, Matt. If we were any hotter right now my bed would be on fire.” She sighed happily, relaxing her grip on her legs and letting them fall loosely to either side. Everything about her sprawl said contentment and sated satisfaction. The urge to grab hold and start all over, working up one side of her and down the other was strong enough to make him growl.
Then he paused as, out of nowhere, doubt hit like a sudden winter storm.
Chapter Eighteen
Matt wasn’t confused about how much Hope turned him on. That was the easy part. It was the flood of other emotions that rushed him and froze his limbs.
Helen had abandoned him. After years of being together, after he’d satisfied her every request—he thought—she’d still left. Seeing her brought back all the previous mental ramblings he’d shuffled through, trying to see where he’d gone wrong.
Now his panic wasn’t about Helen, but about Hope. About how he could keep from making the same mistake with her, because he couldn’t bear to have her tear out his heart like her sister had. Couldn’t bear to think that even now he could be doing something that would make her want to leave.
Worry that he would demand too much, or go past an invisible line Hope didn’t want to cross, made him hesitate. Matt quickly revamped his plans. He’d been a brute when what she needed was caring.
He took her in his arms as he lay at her side, cuddling their naked bodies together. She was soft in all the right spots, and he rested his chin on her shoulder and pushed down all the raunchy things he wanted to do with her. To her. Maybe if he waited a couple minutes he could take her to the shower and wash her off gentle and slow instead of continuing to maul her like a wild beast.
Scaring her off was the last thing he wanted—they’d only been lovers for a couple days. She didn’t need an animal in her bed, not with everything else happening.
Matt caressed her arm, her waist, teasing lightly with his fingertips. He nuzzled the back of her neck and licked, unable to resist the tiny motion.
It stopped him from putting his teeth to her skin and fucking her into oblivion.
Hope lay motionless for a while, then rolled to face him. She cupped his cheek, her blue irises a thin slice against the wide black of her pupils. Then she frowned and wiggled back, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. She sighed and stared into the room.
Matt leaned in close. “What’s up?”
A small hesitation, then she turned those beautiful eyes on him and damn near pouted. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then…why’d you stop?”
Shit. “Stop what?”
She snorted. “Matt, you went from being a possessive beast to cradling me as if I was a china doll. Which, okay, I do enjoy cuddling, but it didn’t seem like that’s where you were headed a minute ago. I just got whiplash from the change in your touch. Did I send out some kind of mixed message? Because I was okay with what we were doing.”
“I didn’t think I should ravish you.”
Hope stared for a moment. Then her hard punch to his shoulder—a serious, full-out blow—surprised the shit out of him.
“Oww. What the hell?”
“Don’t be an asshole.” She crossed her arms, but that only framed her breasts and he had to look up quickly to avoid getting distracted. Her eyes narrowed as she glared. “What happened to ‘there are a million things I want to do to you’? What about ‘I’m going to fuck your ass’ and ‘your body is telling me you want me in control’? You take some mind-altering drugs between yesterday morning and now that just kicked in?”