Page 63 of Match Point

He responds by nibbling down my neck to my shoulders, making me shiver. His hands travel round my back, desperately hunting for the zip of my dress. He finds it, yanking it down hastily and letting the dress tumble to the floor. It crumples in a circle around my ankles and I step forwards to kick it away. Keeping his hands on my hips, he draws back briefly to look at me, his eyes widening as they roam down to my matching black lacy bra and thong before coming back to lock with mine, his scalding gaze igniting something wild and feverish in me.

He just has time to breathlessly mutter, ‘You’re fucking unbelievable,’ before our mouths smash together again. An impulsive moan climbs up my throat and I can’t stop it. The sound sends him into overdrive, his hands dropping to grip the back of my thighs before he picks me up in one swift movement, winding my legs around his waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he carries me into the hallway as though I weigh nothing at all and he moves towards the bedroom, one hand clasping the back of my thigh, the other pressing into my back, holding me in place. I feel so safe and small up here, cradled in his arms. I’d go with him anywhere. I cup his face in my hands, kissing it all over, nipping his mouth, trailing my lips softly along the prickly stubble of his jaw. I’m intoxicated by him and I want him to know that. I run my tongue along the skin below his ear, gently tugging at his earlobe with my teeth.

‘Flossie,’ he growls, knocking his elbow into the doorframe of our bedroom as a thrill rolls in my stomach at having the power to distract him.

He lowers me gently onto the bed, my legs still locked around his waist as he kneels on the duvet between them. Urging me to let him free for a moment, I unhook my ankles from his back and he begins to strip away the rest of his clothes down to his underwear, his glazed eyes fixed on mine the whole time, his expression serious and steady. Leaving his black boxers on, he places his hands either side of the pillow and dips his head to kiss me. Sinking my nails into his shoulder blades, I can feel the muscles tightening and flexing as he hovers above me before he props himself on his elbow, easing his weight down on top of me.

As his tongue parts my lips once more, his fingers graze over the lace of my bra. I respond by inhaling deeply so that my chest swells into his hand, a move that seems to destroy his last shreds of resolve, as he yanks down the fabric and squeezes my breast urgently. His hand follows the fabric of the bra round to the clasp at the back and I arch my spine to make it easier for him to unfasten it, in turn pressing my hips into the hard bulge of his boxers and causing him to groan deeply.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he tells me, heaving a sigh as he pulls my bra off and tosses it to the floor. ‘And so sexy. So unbelievably sexy. Christ.’

A ripple of shyness flutters through my body as he takes a moment to look at me properly. He must notice something cross my expression, because he lowers himself down to kiss me gently, whispering, ‘Are you sure you want this? We can stop.’

Before I can stop it, a laugh bubbles up my throat. ‘Are you kidding?’

His lips twitch into a mischievous smile, his eyes flashing dangerously at me before he tilts his head to kiss the edge of my jaw, his breath in my ear as he murmurs, ‘Say it.’

‘Say what?’

‘Tell me what you want.’

Heat pulses between my legs as I feel his lips on my neck. ‘You know what I want.’

‘Say it.’ His kisses move down to my collarbone.

‘I want this,’ I breathe urgently. ‘I want you.’

‘Good,’ he mutters against my skin, his tongue circling my nipple, one hand resting on my hip. ‘Very good.’ His hand slides down to the top of my thong, his finger trailing along the seam. He’s tormenting me and it’s agonising. ‘And can I touch you here?’

‘Yes.’ I’m losing my mind and he’s toying with me, the bastard. ‘Kieran, please.’

I shift beneath him impatiently and he chuckles softly, before he takes my nipple into his mouth and slides his fingers beneath the edge of my thong, gliding down the damp material between my legs.

A tortured growl escapes his mouth, vibrating against my skin.

‘Fuck,’ he rasps. ‘You’re so wet.’

I’ve never been so turned on in my life, craving him more and more every second. After what feels like an eternity, he slides a finger inside me and I gasp, tilting my head back into the pillow and closing my eyes, moaning as he keeps thrusting, adding a second finger while his thumb circles my clit, sending sparks dancing behind my eyelids.

‘Is that good? Like that?’ he’s asking breathlessly, but I can barely concentrate on what his words mean, let alone form ones that make sense enough to answer him.

All I can do is utter ‘yes’ repeatedly through soft whimpers and moans, losing control beneath his fingers as they work faster and harder.

He groans into my neck. ‘You look so fucking good like this, you have no idea.’

When he pulls his fingers out, my breath catches with disappointment, but before I have the chance to beg him not to stop, he’s moved to kiss a trail down from my belly button to the top edge of my thong, making my stomach tighten in anticipation. He removes my underwear completely, peeling it down my legs and dropping it over the side of the bed. He starts to kiss along the top of my thigh, before he runs his tongue around my clit and thrusts two fingers inside me again.

I gasp with pleasure, my spine arching. He lets out a moan of satisfaction at my response and as I feel it vibrate through me it nearly tips me over the edge. I grip the duvet beneath me, jolts of electricity shooting through my body. I’ve never been so close with someone so quickly before. It’s a heady mixture of him being the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on and someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m writhing beneath him, grinding into the rhythm of his hand and tongue, willingly powerless under his control.

My legs begin to tremor uncontrollably, the pressure mounting.

‘Kieran, I… oh God… I’m going to…’

He doesn’t let up, increasing the pace of his fingers in coordination with his tongue, sending me into spasms as I squeeze around his fingers and cry out his name, a flood of turbulent pleasure unfurling through my body.

I lie in a daze, my head spinning, my breath erratic and shaking as my body slowly starts to regroup. He moves to lean over me, kissing my neck as I reach out for him, gripping his shoulders, wanting him close, needing him closer.

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