Page 104 of Dashing for Love

“Just like that, Goldie.” He curses again. “I’m?—”

He starts to come, and I watch greedily, the vision of ecstasy on his face tipping me into my own orgasm.

I cry out, and his eyes snap to mine as we come together. Everything is in his expression: love, lust, wonder, adoration,forever.It’s almost too much, but also, it’s exactly perfect. Emotion rips through me, and I’m up and closing the distance to him before I take another breath, pulling his body to mine, kissing him as though he is the air I need to breathe.

Because he is. His arms wrap tight around me as we kneel on the bed, our bodies pressed to each other, the hat knocked off in the process.

“Matthew,” I gasp, “I need you. All of you. Please.”

“You gotta give me a minute, baby.” He laughs softly against my lips.

I grind against him. “I’m aching, Matthew. Please,” I repeat.

“Fuck, Goldie,” he growls. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hard and deep,” I say, sucking the skin on his neck. “Hard and so fucking deep.”

He curses again, shoving a hand between us and grabbing me between the legs, his palm pressed against my clit and two thick fingers pushing into me.

“Yes,” I hiss. “More.” He goes harder, understanding what I need implicitly. But I’m out of my mind with it. All this love, all this emotion, it’s so much and it feels like I’m crawling out of my skin. “I need you to come inside me.”

“Babe,” he breathes. “Are you sure?”

I yank the back of his hair,hard. “Matty,” I growl. “I swear to God?—”

He gets it. The next second, he throws me to the mattress and spreads my legs, thrusting into me so hard my head slams into the wooden headboard.

“Fuckyes!” I yell.

He grunts in response, burying himself to the hilt as my head hits the headboard and the headboard smacks the wall. It’s fuckingeverything.And I need it again.

He cradles my head for the third and fourth and however many times he slams into me. This is possession. This is instinct. And as he fucks me, I understand that this, right here, is what I’ve craved. Whathe’scraved. We’ve both needed it, this animalistic coming together. It strips everything away and leaves only us, our eyes never leaving each other’s as he pounds into me.

But I need more. We shift, and I get on my knees as he kneels behind me. He bends down to lick my center, groaning as I push back onto his face. I want him covered in me.

He rises and positions himself behind me. “On your elbows.”

I lower, and am immediately rewarded with his dick. His thick dick, going so fucking deep that it nearly hurts.

It’s perfect.

It’s even better when he brings a hand around to my clit and swirls a finger around it. “Up.”

I lift, pressing my back to his front, and he keeps pumping into me. Turning my head, I pull his lips to mine. “I love you so fucking much,” I gasp out, breathless.

“I love you, too, Golden.”

And that’s exactly what I need. I grip the back of his hair as he holds me in place, his fingers on my clit as he pushes into me over and over. His dick throbs as he groans my name against my neck, spilling inside me, and I fucking love it. When my own orgasm comes a moment later, it’s luxurious and full, a sunrise of pleasure, wrenching through me as my body shudders with release.

We breathe, still holding tight to each other. Matty kisses my neck, and I gradually let go of his hair as his hands stroke over me, down my arms and up my stomach.

“Can we do that every day?” I murmur against his lips when he leans down for another kiss.

“Absolutely.”

“Then you’re forgiven.”

He grins. “I thought you’d already forgiven me.”

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