Page 14 of Opening Hearts

He growled. “Tease.”

“What?” She looked up at his face.

“You’re teasing me. With the licking.”

She frowned, her eyebrows coming together. “I was just trying to make you feel good.”

A hoarse chuckle came from the back of his throat. “Oh, you are. But when you lick and lick and don’t suck, it’s teasing.”

Realization dawned, and she licked him once more like before, then closed her lips over the head and sucked. Another groan came out of him. Ah, so this was what he wanted. She kept her mouth on him, alternating between sucking and running her tongue over him.

One of his hands ran through her hair. “Can you take me further inside?”

Rather than answer, she decided to see how far she could take him, letting her lips slide down his shaft until they met her hand. So, maybe halfway, but based on Matt’s reaction, he seemed pleased.

“Yeah, babe. Keep doing that. Up and down.”

She bobbed her head, still licking and sucking, squeezing with her hand, enjoying the moans and growls of pleasure, and the way he kept running his fingers through her hair in encouragement. After a few minutes his hips started bucking against her, threatening to gag her if he went too hard, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

“You need to stop now, Hannah.”

She sucked a little harder.

“Stop. Please.”

She lifted her head, and his hand wrapped over hers again, pumping in a furious pace, his hips bucking, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away when white fluid shot out of the tip, landing on his belly, the last few spurts dribbling out over their hands. His movements slowed and stopped, their hands still closed around him, and she looked up at his face. He lay back against the pillows, his eyes closed, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

“Matt?” She tugged on her hand, trying to get it out from under his, not sure what she should do now.

He opened his eyes, the blue hazy and dazed. He let go of her hand and reached for her with both hands, pulling her face to his for a slow, languorous kiss. “That was …” He shook his head.

She pulled back a little so she could look at him better. “That was …?”

“That was amazing. Thank you.”

She smiled, and he kissed her again quickly before getting up and grabbing a shirt off the floor to clean himself up. He tossed one to her, too, nodding at her hand. She wiped off the sticky remains of his orgasm, figuring she’d actually wash her hands later.

They snuggled on the bed naked, finishing the movie, an action flick with lots of special effects and not much in the way of plot. But she didn’t care, because she was just enjoying being skin to skin with Matt, the warmth of his body against hers, the way he obviously wanted her, desired her, but didn’t push for more than she was willing to give. And she thought, maybe, that if they kept this up, she might be willing to give it all.

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