Page 54 of Choose You

I nod and take a sip of my water. I’m both glad and disappointed that the center island separates us. Something tells me if it weren’t here, Matthew would’ve already crossed the room and pressed me against the wall. As much as I want that, I’m nervous. It’s been far too long since I’ve had sex and I don’t want to disappoint him.

I sit my glass down and splay my fingers out on the island counter. It’s an action I meant to relax me but it seems to have the opposite effect on him. A sexy low growl escapes him as he takes no more then four strides across the room and wraps his arms around me. His mouth is hot and heavy on mine. When his hands run down my spine and under my ass, I let out a garbled moan.

He lifts me up and sets me onto the island counter without breaking our kiss. He jerks me close to him and presses his hard cock into my center causing me to moan even louder. With his tall stature and long legs, he fits perfectly against me in this position.

“Matt.” I manage to get out between breaths and the demanding swipes of his tongue. He doesn’t slow his assault on my mouth. If anything, me saying his name intensifies our kiss. “Matt, please.” I drop my head back and his mouth presses against my neck and down my chest. When he lightly licks along the line of my dress, I nearly come right then.

I grab his face and force him to look at me. His eyes meet mine and are instantly filled with worry. “What’s wrong, baby? If you’re not ready, we can stop.”

“It’s not that.” I drop my forehead to his. “I want this. It’s just … It’s been a long time since, you know …”

His hand runs up my back and cups the back of my neck. He presses a gentle kiss on my lips. “It’s been a long time for me too. Not since, well.”

I nod because I know what he means. He doesn’t need to say her name. “But it's been even longer for me.”

“That’s okay. We can go slow or wait. It’s your call.” He rubs my back and kisses my neck.

“I don’t want to wait, but I need you to know I haven’t been with anyone else. Ever. Only you.”

His head shoots up and his hand tightens around my neck. “What? The last time we were together was like … five, no, six years ago.”

I nod and drop my head to his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight while pressing soft kisses on my neck and along my jawline. “How is that possible? You’re such a kind, beautiful woman. All this time I’ve tortured myself with images of other men having you.”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. The only man I ever needed. And I need younow.”His mouth claims mine again, and I tremble at his fervent touch. His tongue slips between my lips and tangles with mine. He tastes like wine and chocolate and something else I can’t identify—something that is uniquely him.

I tug at his shirt, needing to feel his bare skin against my hands and my body. As soon as it’s untucked from his jeans, I slip my hands underneath and run them up his chest. He lets out a guttural growl when I squeeze his pecks. The sound is so hot and sexy my core clenches in anticipation of his touch.

He pulls back and looks at me with a fiery gaze so intense it steals my breath. In one swift move, he rips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Then he tugs at the hem of my dress and shimmies it up my thighs, under my ass, and over my head.

The fire in his eyes deepen and is accompanied by something that looks a lot like admiration as he takes in my nearly naked body.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Jess,” he says as his hands trail up my sides and cup my breasts. I suck in a harsh breath when his thumbs swirl around my nipples. Even through my bra, his touch sends a chill through me. He runs his hands behind me, unfastens my bra, and slips it off my shoulders. He’s hyper focused on my chest and his eyes widen like they’re the best thing he’s ever seen. “Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you.”

“Yes.” I involuntarily arch my back to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to answer my plea by sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. There’s no gentle easing me into his assault. He takes it into his mouth with ferocious intent that sends a spasm straight to my core.

I feel my body start to fall back, but he runs an arm around my waist and holds me tight. He releases my nipple and moves to the other, this time sucking and nibbling. His teeth feel like intense torture devices intent on making me come, and he hasn’t even touched methereyet.

He slowly eases me back on the counter, releasing my nipple and kissing his way down my stomach. His hands clamp around my hips and he gives me a tug until my ass is right at the edge.

He looks up at me with so much want and need in his eyes. I suck in a breath because I know that look. I love that look.

He smiles, and I know that means he plans on taking his time, savoring me the way he did when we were younger. We rarely ever rushed sex, taking our time to explore each other and really learn what we each liked. He knows how much I love his tongue on me and he intends on giving me just that.

Hooking his fingers through my panties, he pulls them down my legs in a slow torturous motion. I groan in frustration, but secretly I love how slow he’s taking this.

He sits down on one of the stools and lifts my legs, resting my feet on his shoulders. He takes me in, laid out before him completely bare, and groans out his pleasure. “Fuck, Jess. I can’t wait to make you come on my mouth.”

He runs one hand up my stomach and to my hardened peaks, while his other hand holds me open to him. He slowly kisses and nibbles his way up my leg while he pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts. With each rake of his teeth across my thigh, jolt after jolt of lightning shoots to my core in anticipation of the arrival of his mouth.

I’m about to beg him for mercy when he finally runs his tongue up my center and brushes it across my clit. My back instantly arches, and I let out a barely discernible curse. He chuckles, and the vibration of his laugh sends another rush of sensations through my body.

“You like that?” I feel his grin against my bare sensitive flesh.

“You know I do.” My response comes out breathy and lust-filled even though I’m trying to sound irritated. He laughs and licks me again, only this time he sucks on my clit causing me to cry out.

“How’s that, baby?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond and repeats the action. Again and again and again. With each stroke of his tongue and suck from his lips, I writhe more and more, close to completely losing control.

I splay my hands out beside me, desperate for something to grasp but find nothing but the smooth countertop. Matthew must sense my need because he reaches for my hands and laces his fingers with mine. “Hold onto me, baby. I’ve got you.”

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