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“Damn, that’s zen-inducing,” I whisper. “If you’re as good on my clit as you are with the rest of my body, we’ll be in good shape.”

He gives me a knowing smirk, letting his fingers dip under the top of my panties. “Do you have a tampon in?”

“Yeah.”

“Take it out.”

“Matt, I’ll bleed everywhere.”

“You won’t,” he chuckles. “I’m not scared of a little blood, Pepper. You said I have free reign, and myfingers don’t want to share your pussy with a tampon.”

“I have to sleep on these sheets, mister.”

“It’s not that much blood, Pep. Take it out. I’ll put a towel down on the bed. I’ll take my clothes off, and you can lay on top of me. Any blood will most likely get on me, and I can shower afterwards.”

“Hmm.” It doesn’t sound like an awful plan.

“What are you waiting for,chaton?”

“Be patient, rocket man.”

“You want me to be patient, huh?” He smirks.

“No. None of that edging crap. I want an orgasm soon, not two hours from now when it’s time to feed Simon again,” I laugh.

“Good point. Get a move on then.” He swats my butt, and I blush. I don’t remember feeling this comfortable being naked with a man before, but Matt makes me feel desired.

After taking the tampon out and washing my hands, I walk back out to find Matt naked. He’s standing by the bed with every inch of sculpted muscle on display. His hard cock juts up to the ceiling, clearly ready for action.

“May as well be naked. Wouldn’t want to stain my boxers,” he grins.

Dropping to his knees, he hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down to my ankles.

I’m completely bared to him. That nervous feeling you get when you’re naked in front of someone for the first time momentarily paralyzes me.

“Fucking stunning,” he whispers as he looks up at me,then kisses my mound. Well, that helps my jitters. Still, my hair is longer down there than I usually ever let it get.

“I, um, I…” My voice trails off as I feel self-conscious. “Grooming down there hasn’t exactly been a priority the last couple of months.” I had a neat little shaver in my apartment, but I left everything when I fled New York.

“Shh. Don’t worry about it. I only care that you’re naked and want to be with me,” he soothes.

Then, he lays face up on a large bath towel on the bed and pats his chest. “Lay on me.”

I cock my head, unsure how he means.

“With your back to my chest.”

He’s got a pillow folded in half next to his head for me to lay the back of my head on.

“Okay.” I’ve never laid like this on a man before. I climb on top of him, and he steadies me with his hands on my hips as I lay my back to his front.

Our bodies press together. From my shoulder blades down to my butt and calves, my entire back side touches his front. This is intimate.

Freaking finally. My turn for skin-to-skin. The feel of his firm muscles against my back gets me twisted up with desire.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers as he kisses my neck.

His fingers start at my shoulders and travel down to my wrists. He clasps my fingers in his and squeezes.

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