Page 13 of Opening Hearts

Chapter Six

Hannah snuggled into Matt’s chest, the warmth of his skin over firm muscles anchoring her in the present moment once more. His hand slowly sliding up and down her back and his lips pressing against her forehead made her feel cherished and cared for. She let her hand drift across his abs, tracing the defined ridges of his muscles that twitched under her touch. She frowned. He seemed really tense.

She sat up so she could look at him, the movement drawing her attention to the delicious wetness between her thighs, and her cheeks heated again. A small smile tilted the corners of his mouth. The mouth that had just been all over her. Where no one else had ever touched, much less looked at, or … kissed and licked and sucked like his favorite dessert. And he’d put a finger inside her.Oh my God.Another wave of heat washed over her, and Matt’s smile grew.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek on his way down. “What are you thinking?”

She searched his face, his blue eyes sincere, and blew out a breath. “No one’s ever done … that … before.”

His lips curved up. “I guessed as much.” He pulled her into his lap, cradling her against his chest. “I’d also guess that’s the most you’ve ever done with anyone.”

She nodded, wondering what else he might have to say about that. He was only a little over a year older than her, but he obviously had a lot more experience. He made a low noise of agreement, but didn’t say anything, seeming content to just hold her. “What about you?” The question was out before she could stop herself.

He pushed her back so he could look at her again, one eyebrow raised in question. “What about me?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, obviously that wasn’t your first time. You seem to know you way around … down there pretty well.”

“Down there?” His eyes held a mischievous gleam, and she heard suppressed laughter in the question.

She gestured toward her lap. “Yeah. You know … down there.”

“You mean your pussy?”

Another blush, this one worse than the last two, prickled over her from her chest to the top of her head at his words. “Um, yeah. I guess so.”

“You don’t want to say it, huh?”

She shook her head, her lower teeth sinking into her upper lip. God, no. No way would she say that word. Out loud. To him. She’d die of embarrassment. Hearing it from his lips was bad enough, and she wasn’t going to think anymore about where his lips had so recently been. It was too much. She couldn’t process it all while she was still sitting here on his lap, with him still hard beneath her.

Oh.That’s probably why he was so tense. But she had no idea what to do about that. Well, there was the obvious. She wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far right now, already feeling thin and stretched from the recent expansion of her boundaries. Her parents acted like they expected her to wait until she was thirty before she did more than kiss a boy. But she went to public school, so she wasn’t as sheltered as they would’ve liked, and while she hadn’t had the opportunity to do more, it wasn’t from lack of desire. Despite that, the thought of losing her virginity scared her. Enough of her friends had had sex that she’d heard some terrible stories. Most were ambivalent at best. The general consensus seemed to be that losing your virginity was not that great—even if they all assured her it was much better after that—and she didn’t want to ruin the wonderful feeling she’d just experienced.

But maybe she could make him feel good too? She squirmed a little in his lap, purposely moving against the hard ridge she felt underneath her. Matt sucked in a breath, his chest expanding against her, and his fingers tightened on her hips. When he didn’t say anything, she did it again, moving so she could straddle him, letting out a gasp of her own when his hardness pressed against her sensitive skin. She settled down, the fabric of his shorts scraping over the skin of her thighs that had already been chafed by the stubble on his face.

His blue eyes grew darker, his lids half closed as he watched her settle over him, his fingers digging into her skin. “What are you doing?”

She shrugged a shoulder, trying to seem confident, but really not knowing what she was doing. “You made me feel good. I thought you might like it if I made you feel good.” She rotated her hips over him again, and his fingers dug in even more, biting a little. His reaction suddenly made her feel uncertain. She bit her lip. “Unless you don’t want me to …”

With a groan, he crushed his mouth to hers, one hand cupping the back of her head to hold her steady while he devoured her. She opened for his onslaught, trying to keep up, tangling her tongue with his, unprepared for the ferocity of his kiss. When he finally broke off, he was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly under her hands, and he kept his hold on the back of her head, touching their foreheads together. “God, Hannah. You really don’t have to do anything. I know that you’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want or aren’t ready for.”

She pulled back so she could focus her eyes better. His hand stayed in place, but he didn’t hold her still. “Do you … I mean, I’m not ready to go all the way or whatever. Not today. But, if I could do something like you did for me …” She trailed off, not sure what she was trying to say, her brief veneer of confidence burning away under his unwavering stare.

Finally, one side of his mouth tilted up. “You want to make me feel good the way I made you feel good?” He waited until she nodded, and lowered his voice so it was little more than a husky whisper. “You want to use your mouth on me?”

She inhaled, not having really thought through what she’d been saying. Of course that was the logical thing to get from what she’d said.Make him feel good like he’d done for her.Did she want to do that? She worried her lip with her teeth some more. Matt waited, not trying to pressure her one way or the other, his chest barely moving like he couldn’t breathe while he waited for her answer.

Decision made, she gave a quick nod. “Yeah, but, um, I don’t know what I’m doing, so …”

He kissed her again, cutting off whatever else she might’ve tried to say, which was good, because she sounded lame and stupid even to herself. When he ended the kiss he moved her off his lap, his hands going to the waistband of his shorts. “Are you sure, Hannah?”

She nodded, her eyes glued to his hands, and the bulge just below them. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper, lifting his hips so he could pull everything off together. He tossed the wad of his shorts and underwear across the room, his eyes on her the whole time, not letting her catch a glimpse of his underwear. She still didn’t know if he wore boxers or briefs. But with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, she couldn’t bring herself to care about his underwear anymore. Maybe she’d find out another time.

She sucked in a breath as she watched his hand slowly stroke up and down, taking everything in, the large veins running up the side, the reddish purple head poking out of his fist. Her only experience with a penis was pictures in health class, most of which were part of the venereal disease slideshow, so she didn’t have any real frame of reference, but it seemed kind of large. Like, “that’s supposed to fit where?” kind of large.

His free hand reached out and pulled her close, kissing her again. Then his hand found hers and pulled it over so she was touching him, his hand wrapped over hers, his hips arching into the contact. He was hot and hard, and the skin was surprisingly soft, almost silky, and he groaned into her mouth when she brushed her thumb over the head. His hand held hers firmly around his cock, moving up and down. When he let go, she stopped, and he broke their kiss. “Keep going.” She squeezed him a little and moved her hand up and down. “Just like that. Yeah, baby. That’s it.”

She pulled back so she could see what she was doing, the way her hand looked small and pale wrapped around him. And the way his eyelids grew heavy, his eyes unfocused, and his breathing picked up, his lips parted, wet from their kisses. She smiled to herself, proud of the fact that he was so obviously enjoying himself. And this was just her hand. What kind of sounds would he make if she licked him?

A loud groan came out of him when she bent and ran her tongue over the head, a light salty taste from his skin and the small amount of fluid leaking from the tip. He pushed himself harder against her grip, so she did it again, making sure to lick over the entire head.

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