Page 40 of The Funnel to You

Sasha

Royal English Breakfast Latte

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My heart is racing so fast right now. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but Matt has been my boyfriend for quite a while at this point. And I need him. It has literally been years since I’ve slept with someone. And even then, I’ve only been with two guys up until now. My first college boyfriend who was figuring things out at the same time as me – not ideal, but it had to happen. And then my boyfriend from my senior year in college until I turned twenty-four. I honestly thought he was going to be “the one.” That’s a whole different conversation though and I don’t want to be thinking about other men when this one is right in front of me looking like he is about to eat me alive.

That might be an exaggeration.

We walk into his room and as soon as we are passed the threshold, he has me pressed lightly against his door. His hips holding me against the door. I can practically hear how hard my heart is beating right now.

“This feels familiar.” I smile at him as he puts his hands on my waist again. I’m not a small girl, but having his hands grip me there makes me feel held and safe and protected. It’s a small gesture, but it is one I am loving so much.

“Before we go any further, is there anything you don’t want to happen tonight?”

“Um, I’m not sure. It’s been a while for me though, so slow and gentle is probably going to be on the agenda tonight if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m okay with whatever you say, babe. I’m just honored you are here with me right now. Now I am going to very carefully take all of this off of you and mess up that makeup of yours. And you are going to enjoy it.” His hands feel like they’re everywhere and his lips are tracing from my collarbone to my ear and back down. The authority he conveys in that statement has my knees weak and I’m dying for his touch.

“What about you?” My fingers dig into his belt loops as I try to bring his body impossibly closer to mine. I need him close to me.

“What about me?” He breathes softly next to my ear as he kisses there and gently nips.

“Are you going to enjoy it?”

He pulls back to make eye contact with me. “Babe, you are in my room, about to be in my bed, yes, I am going to enjoy it.” And with that he slowly pulls off my headband to let my hair loose by my shoulders. His hands follow my hair to rest on my shoulders then trace down my arms. “Am I going to need help getting you out of this thing?”

“It’s a simple zipper closure on the back. I didn’t want to have to mess with laces or things tonight.”

“Thank God.” He chuckles and then I feel his hands finding the zipper. His lips are on mine and my hands are helping him out of his shirt as my corset falls to the floor. Followed very closely by my skirt. Yay for elastic and easy clothing choices tonight.

Before I can even register that I’m only in my garter, thigh highs, and underwear, he has me lifted up, legs wrapped around his waist, and is walking us towards his bed. He gently lays me down and then drapes his body over mine.

Feeling his body on top of mine is my new favorite thing. I hold him close to me, feeling his body pressed against my breasts and his hand holding me steady. His chest hair brushing against my nipples is the perfect tease of stimulation. My hands are in his hair as his kiss turns more demanding. He needs this as much as I do. He begins kissing down my neck and I take the opportunity to catch my breath.

He doesn’t give me much time before his mouth is on my nipple, pulling and sucking and kissing. I love the feel of him there. Why do I like this so much? I press my hips up, seeking friction, needing him in between my legs.

“Patience, Sunshine. Let me enjoy this for a moment.” And then he’s back on my body. His hands continue their exploration downward as he unclips my garters and then pulls down my thigh high tights.

“I love your legs.” He breathes out as he takes the tights off along with my shoes. “And I can’t wait to see all of you naked here on my bed.”

“Well, then you better start stripping down too.” I smile up at him. And I am so thankful when he doesn’t make me wait. He undoes his belt and peels his jeans off and sets them with my clothes next to the bed. We are both just in our underwear now, and my garter belt. He kneels down next to the bed and begins peeling the rest of the fabric off of my body.

I have to fight to not press my legs together at his gaze on me. I can tell I’m wet. I’ve been thinking about him like this all day. I’m needy and so ready for this. For him.

“You are absolutely stunning, Sasha.” His fingers trace up my legs as he kisses the inside of my knee. I reach down to grab the sheets under my fingers. I need to hold something. I need something. I’m not sure what. I have to fight down a whimper as he continues his teasing touches and kisses. Matt apparently knows what I need though because his mouth and his fingers continue their path up my legs. Touching, caressing, kissing, pressing, exploring, learning.

It feels like a moment and forever all at the same time before his fingers are at my center.

“You are incredibly wet for me already, Sasha. Have you been thinking about me touching you here?”

“Yes. All day.” I breathe out the confession.

“What else have you thought about?”

Before I can respond, his fingers are gliding up and down my folds, from right where I want him to around my opening. Exploring. Learning. This man is studying my body. It’s both the hottest thing and the most annoying thing at the same time. I am so worked up. I’m about to tell him that I need more just as his mouth descends on my center and I have to hold back an audible gasp.

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