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“Look at me, Summer,” he said.
I did and nearly came from the sheer intensity of the moment. He had me under his spell or his control, and I wanted nothing more than for this to continue. To get more intense. To build to the point where neither of us could take it a second longer and we lost it all.
“That’s it,” he said, swallowing. “That’s it. Show me that pink pussy.”
I opened my legs wider.
“You’re swollen for me. Fuck, you’re wet.” He let go of himself and came forward, and laid down on the bed next to me. He rained kisses down on my face and neck, then claimed my mouth as his again. His fingers bumped mine out of the way, and he took over.
He plunged them inside me, drew them out and worked my clit, biting down on my bottom lip, sucking it then tasting it for me.
I moaned into his mouth, cried out, gripped the pillow and then his arm. “I can’t take it,” I whispered. “I’m going to—” I blanked out as the waves crashed over me. I lifted off the bed, tightening and releasing. Finally, I settled back.
Matt got a condom, slipped it onto his length, and I marveled—how the hell did he fit into one of those?
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded.
He lowered himself over me, kissed me again.
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He entered me in one swift stroke, and I bit down on his lip to keep from screaming at the fullness, the thickness, the pleasure, and the slightest hint of pain. Discomfort soon disappeared, replaced by intense pleasure as his cock throbbed inside me, pulsed, made me his.
“More. So good,” I managed.
He gave me what I wanted, thrust into me again and again, turned me onto my stomach, and pressed his hand into my hair and pulled. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Always have been.”
“Yes,” I whined. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I traveled over the cusp and into oblivion for a second time. Losing myself in the moment, the fullness of his cock, the groans that broke from his throat as he pulsed and filled me.
After, I lay on my back, the sheet drawn over my breasts and body, staring at the ceiling.
Matt had gone to the bathroom to clean up. The door was shut. The sex was over, though it was still on my skin, and my pussy ached pleasantly in the aftermath.
How long had it been since I’d done anything like that? Years.
Oh god, and the first time I went for it again, it was with Matt. This was a disaster.
What the hell had I been thinking?
Simple answer—I hadn’t. And all the panic I’d been holding at bay, barely, came screaming into the forefront of my mind now. He was in the bathroom, whole and real, and cleaning himself up, while I lay on the bed confronting the truth.
I was an idiot. A Matt-crazed idiot.
It’s OK. You weren’t thinking. This was just…something animal. A one-off. It doesn’t ever have to happen again. I’d gotten him out of my system. This was just another of those flings. Maybe it could be our thing.
We’d have sex once every twelve years and then avoid each other. That was the dream, right?
You want more than that.
No, no, no. I really didn’t. I wasn’t interested in getting emotionally invested in a man. I’d already had my fair share of failed relationships and hurts. And Matt was as likely to wed as he was to grow an extra pair of arms out of the side of his head.
The thought should have been funny, but I was nauseated by the repercussions of—
The bathroom door opened, and he emerged. Matt, still naked, his dick now hanging long and thick between his legs.
I averted my eyes.
“Uh oh,” he said, coming toward the bed. “Guess we won’t be having post-sex snuggles.” The rustle of fabric told me he’d tugged on his pants.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means you’re freaking out.”
“I am not freaking out,” I replied. “I’m just… OK, maybe I’m a little freaked out. This shouldn’t have happened.” I pushed myself upright. “You know, I’m not interested in throwing away a friendship for you, right?”
“I’m hurt,” he said, pressing a hand to his broad chest. “Words hurt, Summer.”
“Funny.”
“I thought so,” he said.
“Can you please zip up? I can still see…”
He chuckled, and my skin prickled again.
Matt zipped up his pants and put his belt on, his muscles rippling each time he moved. He was so strong, and so powerful, it was difficult not to rip the sheet back again.
Stop it! Stop being a dumbass. You’re in control of yourself, and this is over. Tonight was just a culmination of tension from years of…
“So, you’re afraid,” he said.
“I’m not afraid.” I was fucking terrified. “I’m just at the stage in my life where I am not interested in making dumb mistakes. I’ve made too many already, and I’ve got a future to think about. I’ve got plans. And you’ve got…whatever it is you’ve got going on. I don’t know. Security stuff.”
