Page 78 of Guarded from Treachery

Gazing down at me, his eyes traveling from my head to feet and back again, he says, “I still can’t get over how beautiful you are.” One hand palms my breast, lightly squeezing. The other dips between my legs and strokes along the slickness there, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

His finger slips inside me and curves to hit that spot, the one only he’s found. Need surges through me and my inner walls clench around him.

Then a second finger joins the first, moving slowly at first, then faster.

My legs go weak when he finds my little bud and works it with his thumb, flicking and rubbing and caressing.

Desire coils in my belly, an insistent aching demanding to be filled.

I wrap my fingers around him and make that little motion I know Matt loves, and he lets out a low groan as he surges in my hand. His eyes fall shut for a second as his head tips back, his pleasure a visible thing.

And seeing how turned on he is makes me even more desperate to feel him inside me. To be joined in the most perfect of ways. To share myself with him in a way I’ve never done with anyone else.

To show Matt how much I love him instead of only saying the words.

“Matt,” I breathe. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

Without hesitation, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His velvety heat notches between my thighs, nudging at my center. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks. “Because I didn’t really spend that long?—”

I tighten my legs, holding him to me. “I’m ready.” Then I nuzzle that spot under his jaw, loving the little shiver of pleasure it evokes. “Trust me.”

Matt leans me against the shower wall, using his hand to cushion my back. Then he slowly plunges deep, stretching and filling me until I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

When we’re connected like this, it doesn’t feel like two people. It feels like two long-separated parts that finally became whole.

And it only gets better from there.

As we move together, Matt angles my hips so he hits in just the right spot, sending shockwaves of electricity with every thrust.

We kiss, nipping and suckling and our tongues exploring. I clutch the back of his neck, tunneling my fingers through his hair and letting my fingernails lightly scrape his skin.

It’s magic, feeling this fire blossoming inside me, building bigger and more intense with every thrust.

Then Matt turns, so his back is against the shower wall. In a move so sexy I almost implode with desire, he effortlessly lifts me up before pulling me back down and filling me completely.

My eyes move to his biceps, slick and golden and bulging. Little veins pop as his muscles flex, something I never considered sexy before I met Matt.

He tilts me back so he sinks even deeper, hitting that mystical spot once again.

God.

It’s incredible.

Matt’sincredible.

He reaches between us and rubs that little bundle of nerves.

Plunges deep.

And this time, I convulse around him in ecstasy.

Fireworks explode. Stars burst to life. A wall of bright light fills my vision.

Seconds later, Matt goes impossibly hard and pulses inside me. He throws back his head and lets out a guttural groan. The tendons in his neck go tight.

But even in the midst of such bliss, his hold never wavers. Just like always, I know he’ll never let me fall.

We stay connected, aftershocks sizzling through our bodies, as our hearts and breaths settle back into a regular rhythm. Finally, when the water starts to run lukewarm, he sets me back on my feet with a small huff of disappointment.

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