Page 11 of Opening Hearts

He pushed his door open and Hannah did the same, hopping down and retrieving her bag. Matt met her at the front of the pickup, leading her by the hand up the two steps onto the little wooden porch that covered the front door. After unlocking the door, he pushed it open, dragging her in behind him. She barely had time to register the contents of the living room before he’d spun her around and pushed her against the door, his hands cradling her cheeks to hold her steady for his onslaught. She clung to his shoulders, her hands gripping his shirt as he devoured her mouth, pressing her back into the door with the full length of his body against hers.

She gasped, her nipples hardening where they rubbed against his chest, and she hooked one of her legs around his, wanting to hold him to her as much as he pushed against her. He groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips into her, and she could feel him hard and long against her lower belly.

His hands roamed, pulling her away from the door, sliding down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her harder against him, then one hand sliding under her shirt and up to caress her breast. Her simple T-shirt bra didn’t provide much protection against the heat of his palm or the way his thumb flicked over the tip of her breast, causing it to harden further.

The most privacy they’d had the last few days had been in his truck, so his hand up her shirt was as far as they’d gotten. But now, here, in his empty house, Matt tugged the cup of her bra aside, and she felt the heat of his hand on her naked breast, where no one else had ever touched her before. She gasped, the calluses on his hands deliciously rough on her smooth skin, and she broke the kiss, gasping for air and arching her back, pushing herself more firmly into his hand.

That seemed to be all the encouragement Matt needed, and his other hand came up, bunching her shirt above her breasts, tugging the other cup out of the way, and he bent, his tongue flicking over one nipple, then the other, before closing his lips around one, sucking deep, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive tip.

Oh, God.

Hannah’s bag dropped off her shoulder to the crook of her elbow with her squirming, and she straightened her arm to drop it to the ground, the light fwump of fabric hitting carpet unnoticed in the wash of sensation Matt was creating in her body. She gripped his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, clutching him to her chest, never wanting this feeling to end.

After an eternity, Matt raised his head, kissing her again, her bare breasts rubbing against the cotton of his T-shirt. Feeling bold from his mouth on her, Hannah decided she wanted to do some exploring. Letting her hands roam over his torso and down his back, he chuckled against her when she squeezed his ass. Then she let one hand come around his hip to rub up and down the hard ridge behind his fly. Oh, yes. That was all because of her.

She’d never felt like an object of desire before. Not like this. And it was a powerful feeling.

Matt groaned when she rubbed up and down, pushing himself into her hands, but pulling his mouth away from hers and burying his face against her shoulder. “Fuck, Hannah. You have to stop.”

She rubbed him again, and he kept pressing himself into her hand. “Really? You don’t seem like you want me to stop.”

His hand trapped hers against him, squeezing her fingers around him once before pulling her hand away, and he lifted his head, his blue eyes dark and heated. “I need you to stop so I don’t come in my pants.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.”

One side of his mouth tipped up, and he mimicked her wide-eyed expression. “Yeah. Oh.” He tugged her tank top down, not bothering to replace the cups of her bra first, then laced his fingers through hers. “Come on. Let’s go start a movie.” He led her through the living room into the kitchen to a doorway with stairs going down to a basement. The basement was finished, gold carpet straight from the 70s on the floor, a bed on a metal frame against one wall, an older TV and DVD player on a short entertainment center opposite it. Small piles of clothes sat around a hamper in the corner next to a dresser that stood by a small closet.

Matt led her to the bed, kissing her briefly—well, as briefly as he ever did—before turning to the TV and DVD player.

Hannah sank onto the foot of the bed, fixing her bra as she did so. “So watch a movie is more like Netflix and chill, huh?”

He glanced at her before putting a disk into the DVD player. “Something like that. Is that okay?”

Hannah picked at some fuzz on the comforter, knowing she was blushing again. “Um, I guess so.”

His finger under her chin tipped her face up to look at him. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, okay?”

Her blush deepened. Could he tell she was a virgin? Probably. “Okay.”

Adjusting the pillows against the wall, Matt sat down with his back against the wall, pulling Hannah against him. She went willingly, snuggling against his chest, enjoying the feel of him against her. And she wasn’t sure how far she was ready to go, but she thought she might be willing to find out.

Matt intended to enjoy the movie for at least a little while, giving himself time to calm down before continuing what they’d started upstairs. But before the opening titles even finished, his hand was slipping under her shirt again, over the soft skin of her back. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to see her, taste every inch, and make her scream his name. Would she blush the first time he looked at her without her shirt on? The first time he tasted her? The first time she saw him? Would she be willing to use her mouth on him?

He shifted down so he could pull Hannah on top of him, his lips finding hers, his hand still caressing the skin of her back, bunching her tank top up so it was out of his way. She lay half on him, her legs tangled with his, one of her hands roaming over his chest. He gripped her ass with both hands, sliding her over more so she straddled him, and he couldn’t help arching his hips up into her center, enjoying the tease of the heat and pressure of her pussy through their clothes, wishing for more than just that. Wanting to feel her heat around his cock.

His hands slipped under her shirt again, kneading and caressing her back until he got to the clasp of her bra. Fumbling for a moment, practically breathless, wondering if she’d stop him, he finally undid the hooks. Hannah gasped into his mouth, and pulled back, bracing herself with her hands on his chest.

He sat up, creating enough space between them so he could strip his t-shirt off. Bunching her tank top under her breasts, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “Take off your shirt, babe. I want to feel you skin to skin.” She gnawed her lip, uncertainty on her face, her cheeks pink, though he wasn’t sure if that was a flush of arousal or embarrassment. Maybe both? “Please?”

The pink edged more toward red, but she crossed her arms, her fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head, her bra coming with it. Matt’s breath stuck in his chest at the sight of her topless on his lap, her perfect breasts bouncing a little as they came free of the fabric, her nipples standing at attention, the same dusky pink as her lips. Without conscious thought, his hands came up, cupping them, holding them for his mouth. He’d tasted them earlier, but this was even better, completely unencumbered by the fabric of her clothes, an offering just for him.

She gasped, arching into his touch, his lips, and his tongue. He rubbed circles around the tip of the other nipple while his mouth enjoyed one, then switched to the other side, finally kissing his way up her throat back to her mouth, his arms going around her, crushing her against him, the damp points of her nipples rubbing against his skin. God, the feel of her against him was better than anything. He wanted to take his time with her, savoring her, feeling her all over.

He lay back, keeping her trapped against him, kissing her some more with her on top of him before flipping them over, her body under his. Holding himself up on one arm, he ran his other hand up and down her side, loving the way she felt, how she arched up, rubbing her chest against his, like she couldn’t get enough of him against her either.

When she let out a little whimper in her throat, he sucked on her lower lip, then placed hot, wet kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, in the valley between her breasts. He sucked on one nipple then the other, nipping lightly at the flesh of her breasts, soothing them with his tongue when she gasped, her fingers going into his hair once more, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to pull him away or hold him in place. He smiled, looking up at her face, her eyes closed, lost to sensation. God, yes. This was the best. Making her feel, doing nothing but feel, showing her what she did to him by making her feel the same way.

He lowered his head, kissing his way down to her belly button, sliding down until he could settle himself between her thighs. She opened her legs wider, making room for his shoulders, but when he glanced at her face again, she had her lower lip caught between her teeth, her eyes focused on him, a crease between her brows.

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