Page 67 of Dashing for Love

As if reading my thoughts, he moves his free hand up my leg and pushes a finger into me. We groan together. “God, you feel good.”

“Yes, you do,” I answer. He unsnaps my bra, and I slide it off, our lips meeting in a series of frantic kisses as I wrap my arms around him, needing every bit of connection I can get.

He pushes a second finger into me, curling them both at the exact right angle. My hips jerk, and I whimper against his lips, the sweetest of aches beginning to swirl. “Matthew?—”

He growls, his fingers going even deeper. I moan his name again, my voice dropping an octave as he bends to take a nipple into his mouth. Without the bra in the way, his tongue lights me on fire.

“Oh God,” I gasp.

“Come for me, Golden.”

The name shouldn’t spear into me the way it does, hitting my heart with an accuracy that tips me into territory I’m not ready to think about. But it also sends me into overdrive, and when his thumb presses on my clit, I detonate, yelling his name as I climax. My whole body trembles as wave after wave takes me, my nails digging into his back while I hold him to me with the other.

He works me through the orgasm, slowing his mouth and fingers as I relax. With a final lick of my nipple, Matty straightens and pulls his fingers out, looking me dead in the eye as he licks them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I exhale, not letting myself look away from his dark brown eyes.

He grins, then rises. I stop his hands as they go to unbutton his jeans, swatting them away and doing it myself. “My turn.”

He shakes his head. “No.”

I ignore the protest and shove his jeans down, smirking up at him with doe eyes. “Don’t really see you stopping me.”

In response, he backs out of my grip and pulls his jeans the rest of the way off, standing before me in tented black boxer briefs.

I lick my lips at the sight. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

His expression is dark and sexy. “My house, my rules. And tonight is all about you.”

I partly want to pout, but at the same time, when has a guy ever affirmatively chosen my pleasure over his own?

Never. The answer is never.

Matty smirks, satisfied. “That’s what I thought. Take off your panties.”

I look down at my heels. “The shoes?”

“On.”

I slide my panties off and stay on the edge of the mattress as he removes his boxer briefs. My eyes flare as I take all of him in. He’s trim, not bulky, his muscles compact and not overly defined. I want to lick every part of him: his neck, his smooth chest, taut stomach, the lines above his hips, and his perfect thighs, rippling as he nears me once more.

“On the bed, Goldie.”

I obey, and his eyes darken as they land on my shoes. He keeps his gaze on me as he pulls a condom out of his bedside table and tosses it onto the mattress, and then he’s lowering himself to me, his cock heavy between my thighs as he settles between them and takes my mouth in another kiss. I bend my knee as his hand glides up my thigh and down my calf, and he groans into my mouth as his fingers caress my foot and the straps around it.

“So fucking sexy.”

I grip his thick shaft, smiling as he grunts in surprised pleasure. “I’ve wanted my hands on this for a while, you know. I have to cop a feel.”

He laughs and adjusts himself to give me more access. “Fine, but your mouth stays up here tonight.” And with that, he slants his lips over mine, claiming me in a bruising kiss that promises only pleasure.

Our hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, squeezing, and it’s not long before I’m squirming to have him inside me. “Matty,” I start.

But he already knows, because he reaches over for the condom and goes onto his knees. He rips the foil and rolls it on, then positions himself above me, the blunt tip of his cock nudging my entrance as his gaze takes us in.

Wordlessly, I pull him to me. And as our mouths meet, he enters, stretching me deliciously. He pulls out and pushes again, going a bit farther. The third time, he fills me deeper and wider than I’ve ever felt.

“Hang on,” he grits, his whole body still as we both adjust.

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