“Matt,” she breathes my name on a sigh that has my whole body wanting and ready, my cock twitching inside my pants.
“Hmmm?”
“I really missed you.”
The weight of her words assaults me in the best way, making me realize I wasn’t imagining this, imagining us. My eyes snap to hers just as the car signals we’ve arrived on my floor but we remain unmoving, our gazes locked, the air thick with longing and unspoken promises.
Somehow I manage to snap out of the daze, grab her hand and squeeze us out the doors before they close, immediately hauling her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She giggles, thrown off by my surprise attack.
I playfully smack her ass and she squeals. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away.”
She hangs her head in total submission, her long hair dripping down my back, the heat of her skin burning into mine. “I’m not running…unless it’s to you.”
Every word out of her mouth tonight seems to be something I’ve been dying to hear, albeit subconsciously. I don’t know what the hell happened when she visited her mom today but I think she needs to spend more time with her.
If there’s any chance I could make it to my room faster, I would. I fumble for the keycard in the back pocket of my jeans and hastily ram it into the slot once we get to the door, letting it slam shut behind us.
Fran’s body slides roughly down mine, and I pin her against the door with my hips. My hands move upward to sift through her hair as she rubs her breasts against me and I can feel the hardened peaks through the fabric of my shirt. My cock’s delirious, not knowing which direction to go, only that it wants out of my pants.
I drape her hair over her shoulder, needing to taste that sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, the one that causes her to croon those sounds that make my dick hard. Bending my head, my tongue lashes out to taste the flesh there and she whimpers, furthering my need for her.
“Fran,” I whisper, grazing the shell of her ear with my teeth, “I want you naked, I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin. I need to know what you sound like when you come.”
A sexy noise leaves her mouth and I swallow it, covering her lips with mine before breaking the kiss, moving back just enough to see her eyes that are now green clouds of lust. “Do you want that, Fran? Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” she drawls, her voice shaking with desire, and it’s making me want to rip every shred of clothing from her body.
“Say it, Fran. I need to hear you say it.” I press my thumb to her lip, wanting to take the words I’m desperate to hear.
“I…I want you to make me come,” she says hoarsely, sucking on her bottom lip, “but.…” She pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
With a tender hand, I draw her face back to mine, cupping her jaw. “Neither have I, Fran. I haven’t wanted to, before right now…before you…which makes it that much sweeter. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” I place a quiet kiss on her lips. “Turn around, sunshine,” I rasp, and she obliges. I twist her hair in a knot and unzip her dress, kissing across her shoulders as it drops and pools at her feet, leaving her in a strapless, purple lace bra and panties that has my mouth watering and my dick throbbing.
I touch her shoulders, gently bringing her back to me before I lean in to glide my tongue from the base of her collarbone up the length of her neck and she mewls softly, angling her head to the side to give me better access. Her hair is tangled around my fingers as I press open-mouth kisses down her jaw, her throat, and to the dip of her cleavage. “Let’s take this off,” I say gruffly, and without hesitation she reaches back for the clasp, unhooking it, and it falls away baring full breasts with soft pink nipples. “Jesus, Fran. You’re so beautiful.” And then I stop talking and take one of her nipples into my mouth, she cries out as I continue to lave the peak with my wet tongue before I move on to the other, sucking and swirling it around until it puckers and Fran moans softly, arching further into my mouth.
“Christ, baby, your skin smells so good. I can only imagine what your pussy smells like, what it tastes like,” I groan, feeling her wet heat press harder against my crotch. Her knees buckle and I clutch her lower back, easing her toward the bed. “I want you to lie down, sunshine…because you won’t be able to stand when I’m through with you.”
She falls back on the bed and rests on her elbows, her face flushed, her nipples hardened. “You’re overdressed,” she murmurs, licking her lips and shooting me a blazing glare.
I practically rip the buttons on my dress shirt trying to take it off and then somehow manage to shove my jeans past my bulging erection, all the while never taking my eyes off of Fran. Her gaze drops to my arousal and the thought of those full lips wrapped around my cock nearly has me exploding in my boxers.
When I realize how close I am to losing it, I climb onto the bed and settle myself between her legs until her arms fly up and cross her belly as if to shield me from it. Without a second thought, I inch my way to her side and support myself on my elbow, wanting to right the world for her in this one moment. My hand moves to stroke her cheek and her eyes close. “Don’t, Fran. You don’t need to cover yourself up. Don’t you know by now? I don’t see your scars when I look at you.” Her eyes open and I’m lost in green fields and bright sunshine. “I only see your heart.”
Before I register what’s happening, her hands are twining in my hair while her mouth lands on mine, prying it open and taking what she wants…and I surrender to the rhythm of her tongue and the pull of her body. I roll on top of her and a low rumble escapes my chest as I feel her nipples rubbing against me, her pussy lined up so perfectly with my cock, and I’m overcome with the urge to be buried inside of her…but I need to taste her first.
“Ahh,” a whisper of a moan sounds in my ear, “Matt, please.”
“Please, what baby?” I ask, kissing her dimple.
“Make me come,” she murmurs, breathless and needy and I’m so turned on I don’t know how long I’m going to last.
“I’m getting to that,” I tease with a grin, as my lips wander down the curve of her throat, my tongue lapping lightly while my fingers explore her sensitive flesh. I travel down to her supple breasts, leaving a trail of hot kisses that further tighten the peaks of her nipples, and I take them one at a time between my teeth, coaxing a whimper of arousal from her mouth as I continue rocking against her.
I draw a path down her belly with my tongue and when I get to the red scars covering it, a lash of anger pelts through me and I have to shut my eyes briefly and rein it in. I’d do anything to take this away for her but since I can’t, I do the only thing I can. I kiss every single scar with great care, Fran’s hands in my hair guiding me, while together we navigate a new course.
With every touch of my lips to her skin, Fran grows more impatient, her legs moving wildly on the bed, her hips pushing up against me. I know what she wants and I don’t want to deny her any longer so I ease myself between her legs, noticing the damp spot on her panties and knowing she’s soaked for me. “Lift up, baby” I tell her, and as soon as her ass leaves the bed, I slip her panties down and consider myself officially in heaven.