Page 72 of Worth the Chase

“You, okay?” There was amusement in his tone.

“I guess? Do they all look like that?” I asked.

He barked out a laugh. “Don’t really go around looking at other guys’ dicks, babe.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” I tried to sound calm, but I was freaking out a little. “Condom?” I asked.

His expression actually looked like he’d forgotten.

“Do you not normally use them?” I was very nervous to hear his answer.

“Every time. Always. It just slipped my mind with you.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it.

His response made me feel much better. While he was fiddling around inside the top drawer of his dresser, I took the liberty of removing the last of my clothes. And now, I was completely naked. Matthew spun around, the condom in his hand when he noticed what I’d done.

“I’m trying to keep my thoughts to myself so I don’t make things too heavy for you, Bells, but my God. I’ve been dreaming about this body for months.”

“Well, I’ve been dreaming about you for years, so I win.”

He looked like a man on a mission as he stalked over to the bed and got on top of it. Moving himself next to me, he lay on his back, his penis all sticking up and demanding to be seen.

“You can touch it,” he said.

I reached my hand out to put my fingertips on the length and squeezed.

Matthew sucked in a loud breath.

“Did that hurt?”

“No. It feels good.”

“Oh,” I said, marveling at how stiff it felt in my grasp. “It’s so hard.”

“It likes you.” He shot me a grin.

I heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing. I watched him with intent, soaking up the things he did to memory. Pulling it out, he placed it at the top of his dick and rolled it on.

“I’m going to touch you first, Bells,” he warned.

I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. But then his fingers were between my legs, and he was pushing them inside. He pulled them in and out of my body, and I liked the way it felt.

My breaths were starting to grow shallow as Matthew pulled out his fingers and rolled on top of me, his body hovering over mine. This was exactly how I wanted to do it for my first time. Missionary. Some people called it the world’s most boring position, but it looked like the best place to start to me.

“Tell me if I hurt you or if it hurts.” Matthew sounded like he was in some kind of pain of his own. “Promise you’ll tell me.”

“I promise,” I said as he inched closer.

“I’m going to go slow, but I don’t know, Bells. I feel like this is going to take all of my self-control.”

“I want to tell you to do whatever you want, but I definitely need you to go slow.”

“Are you scared?”

“Just that it’s going to hurt. Everyone says it hurts.”

“I’m not going to lie. It probably will hurt a little. But tell me if it hurts a lot, okay?”

“Okay.”

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