Page 34 of The Funnel to You

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“Is this okay?” Matt asks me as he reaches down to gently pull off my shoes.

“It is very okay. Are you going to tell me what you are planning to do, mister?” I ask him with a bit of amusement in his voice. I am so worked up and have no idea what he is thinking right now, except that he looks very pleased with himself at the moment.

“Mister? What’s that about?” He asks me as he slowly crawls up my body, letting his fingers gently touch my body all the way up until he is laying on his side next to me, with his right hand laying gently on my stomach and his left one holding up his head as he looks at me.

“It seemed to fit the situation but if you don’t get back on top of me and kiss me I may go crazy.”

He chuckles a little and then slowly lowers his fingers until they are teasing the bottom of my sweater. I breathe in a little more than I was expecting, almost a gasp. His fingers feel like they are charged with electricity up against my skin and I arch into his touch. “More” my mind screams at him, but I refrain from begging out loud.

“Can I take this off, Sasha? I want to see you.” He asks, his fingers steady just under the hem. This man and his constant asking. Why do I love this so much?

“Yes, please. I like feeling you touch me.” I am breathing harder than his touches dictate, but I want his hands all over me. And why is he taking so long peeling this sweater off of me? It’s like he’s memorizing each new inch of skin he reveals. Finally, it’s off me and I’m left in my pink lace bralette. I’m a solid C cup so I usually wear full bras, but I knew with the sweater that I wouldn’t need a ton of structure and support today and I am greatly appreciating that decision when I watch Matt’s eyes as he takes me in.

His fingers gently explore the lace and the lines up against my body. Then his mouth follows. In that moment, I am not self-conscious of my tummy that isn’t flat or the light stretch marks at the top of my hips that he hasn’t revealed yet. I am not thinking about what he is thinking of me. I am just here, in this moment, with him. I am enjoying his fingers and his breath and his lips on my skin. And I could stay like this for hours, and from the way he is taking his time, he is thinking the same.

I arch up into him again as he teases along the edge of the lace again. My nipples have pebbled and are aching for his touch, for his lips, anything. And he doesn’t make me wait long. He peels the cups down so they are against my body just below my breasts.

“You are absolutely beautiful, Sasha. I could stay here worshiping your body all afternoon.”

“You will get absolutely no objection from me.” I breathe out. He uses his hands to feel and touch and explore while his mouth does the same on the other side. He gives me the attention I need and the care I want. It isn’t rough. It isn’t hurried. But it is perfect.

My hands get lost in his hair as he continues his exploration. It’s so soft and thick and I love teasing him with my nails. I start to pull on his shirt so he sits back just enough to pull it off of his torso and lays it next to me. And he is just as beautiful as I was expecting. Strong shoulders, broad chest, and just the right amount of dark chest hair.

“I need to feel you on top of me, Matt. Please.” And he obliges me instantly. Settling one leg between my own and the other caging me in, he lays his body on top of mine and begins kissing me. A path from my aching breasts to my neck to finally, my lips again. His kiss is deep and the warmth of his body against mine is perfection. Could this get any better?

Oh, it can. And it does. He adjusts a little so that his thigh is pressed against my center. And I don’t think. I just react. I press myself against his leg as he kisses me and takes control of my mouth with his tongue.

“Feeling good, Sunshine?” He murmurs close to my ear as he reaches down and holds my thigh close to his own. “What do you need? How can I make this better for you right now?”

“You are making me feel so good, babe. Please, don’t stop. I need you kissing me and more pressure where your leg is.” I try to press against him to put the pressure where I need him. I am so worked up that it won’t take me long, even with all the layers between us.

“This leg?” He teases me. Drawing his legs closer to each other so that there is more pressure on the outer one. “Or this one?” He growls in my ear. At that moment he inches closer to my core and the friction is right where I need it. His right hand is holding my hip so I can stay steady against him and the left hand is gripped in my hair as he kisses and nibbles along my neck and shoulder.

“You can use my body, Sasha. Take what you need. I want to see you fall apart for me. Give me a preview of what I can expect.” And with that he brings his hand from my hip to my breast and begins tugging on my nipple as he grinds his solid thigh up against where I need him the most. Within moments, I am detonating and he knows it. He meets my mouth with his own to keep me quiet. His touches soften, but he doesn’t move until my breathing steadies. Then he pulls away and smiles down at me.

“You are absolutely gorgeous. And seeing you let go for me is something I will never forget.”

“If you behave, I’ll give you a repeat performance later.” I reply.

He grabs his t-shirt and pulls it over my head after fixing my bra back in place then holds me close to his chest as we drift off for an afternoon nap.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Matt

Brown Sugar Latte

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“Iam not getting in that. I am happy to be on clean up duty after dinner, but no.” I tell Carter as we finish getting dinner plated up. We went simple tonight with pasta and chicken. We brought stuff up with us in the cooler so we didn’t have to eat out every meal while we are up here. He suggested we open up the hot tub and spend some time out there with the girls tonight, but I don’t love that idea. I’m not a germaphobe or paranoid, but this isn’t my house and sanitizing a hot tub is a whole lot harder than cleaning a set of sheets.

He laughs at me and shrugs. “More room for me and Kylie then. What movies did you bring for tonight?”

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