Page 32 of Pretend for Me

“I can’t,” I whimpered. I dropped my purse to the floor, clutched his shoulders desperately, and pulled him in, crashing my lips to his.

“Fuck.” Matthew growled as our tongues pushed and sucked and twisted, matching each other’s frantic pace.

Caught up in the moment, Matthew pressed his hips deep into the cradle of my thighs, his arousal hard and searching. Matthew had to have felt how much I wanted him despite my protests to the contrary. I couldn’t just forget how much history we had between us.

I responded to his need, grinding my hips back against his, making Matthew harder.

He backed us up until the rough brick pressed against my back and my breasts crushed against Matthew’s solid chest. Stepping back to give himself room to maneuver, his hands found the buttons on my shirt, popping a few in his haste to get me undressed before I took over unbuttoning the rest and threw it to the side.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes roving over my body as he took a moment to appreciate my semi-naked form. My nipples were like two sharp points poking through the lace of my bra.Thank God I chose a nicer one today.

He leaned his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply and taking a moment to steady himself.

The intensity of that alone made my knees buckle.

Taking both of my hands in one of his, he raised my arms and pressed my back against the wall. A shudder raced through my body, my eyes fluttering shut briefly before I opened them and met his gaze. Once he was sure he had my undivided attention, he broke the silence.

“Tell me this isn’t real.” There was a challenge in his silky voice. “If this isn’t real, let’s play pretend.” He gave me a soft peck on the lips. “Pretend for me,” Matthew urged me.

I nodded, and my consent spurred him on. He released his grip on my wrists and trailed his fingers down my arms, sparking goosebumps along the way.

Like a starving man, Matthew pulled down a cup of my bra and latched onto my breast, sucking and flicking his tongue over my nipple, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat.

It had been such a long time since we had been together like this.

“Matthew,” I panted as I threw my head back. I held his head tight against my breast, basking in the attention of his sinful tongue.

He lifted his head and crushed his lips to mine. The kiss was everything. It was filled with want and need and so much passion it overwhelmed us both.

Matthew made quick work of my skirt, pushing it up to my waist, brushing his knuckles over my damp lace panties. He let out a soft groan. The evidence of my arousal must have tempted him to take a chance and push the boundaries further. Testing the waters, he ran a finger over my slit, teasing me and making me wetter.

My breathing accelerated, panting puffs of air into his ear as he continued to explore. My body couldn’t help but respond tothe only person who knew my body better than I did. Each and every one of his touches lit my body on fire. Matthew continued to play my body like an instrument, and when he slid my panties aside and dipped his finger into my pussy, my body soared. He shallowly thrust in and out of me, teasingly. He added a second finger, twisting as he plunged them deep, searching for the spot that he knew would make my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he said as he stole kisses from my lips.

The sensations that were coursing through my body overwhelmed me. It was too much. I felt myself hurtling toward release, but I didn’t want to just take. I needed to feel him, to touch him like he was touching me.

“I need …” I whispered against his ear.

“Tell me … what do you need?” Matthew swirled his thumb over my clit, keeping pace with the pumping of his fingers.

I gasped. Matthew continued to tease me, doing his best to drive me to the point of madness.

”I need to touch you. Please, let me touch you.”

Matthew nodded as his darkened gaze bore into my own.

I undid his pants and slid my hand into his boxers. His cock was hard and in need of some serious attention. I pulled him out and circled my hand around him, the tips of my fingers barely touching as I stroked him from base to tip. I swiped my thumb over the moisture beading there, using it to aid my strokes. Matthew thrust into my hand, groaning at my touch.

“Don’t stop.” He moaned as he redoubled his efforts to fuck me with his fingers.

I rode his hand, my legs trembling so much I was having difficulty staying upright. “More. I need more.” I released him and pushed his pants down. “Please. I need you to fuck me.” I gasped as he kissed my neck, his eager response matching my own.

When he broke for air, I asked, “Condom?”

Matthew groaned as I bucked against him. He nodded as he put the slightest bit of distance between us and reached into his pants to retrieve his wallet, pulling out the foil packet.

He made quick work of sheathing himself before he slid my panties down my legs. He tucked them in his pocket alongside his wallet. Matthew cupped my ass and hoisted me up, pressing me more firmly into the wall behind me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding down on him, seeking friction. I dug my heels into his backside, pulling him to me.

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