Page 19 of Opening Hearts

Chapter Nine

Hannah padded back to Matt’s bedroom still wrapped in the navy blue towel he’d gotten for her. It went well with the geometric shower curtain in shades of blue and gray, and matched the bath mat. Given that his comforter and sheets were navy blue as well, she figured blue must be Matt’s favorite color, or his mom thought so at least.

Matt finished drying off, following behind her, comfortable with his nakedness while he used his towel to squeeze the water out of his hair. When it was wet, his sun-bleached blond faded to something closer to a medium brown, though the lighter streaks were still noticeable, just not as much as when it was dry. How dark was his hair in the winter? Did the lighter color ever fade completely? Hers always did, and even at its brightest it was more the golden color of wheat than the almost white blond of the lightest parts of Matt’s hair.

She sat down on the bed, watching him finish drying off, letting her eyes roam over his body, his lean, cut torso, the long, hard lines of his legs, the trail of hair that started below his belly button, thickening at the base of his cock, and dusting over his legs. His body hair was darker than the hair on his head, more brown, not as much blond.

He draped the towel over the doorknob before turning to her. “Alright, birthday girl, what do you want to do now?”

Hannah debated with herself. She’d decided that tonight was going to be the night, but she hadn’t told Matt yet. She didn’t know how to bring it up, and she thought things would flow organically at some point and she could just figure it out as they went. But they’d both just come in the shower, and while she might be up for another round, especially since getting him off was a huge turn on, he might need a bit to recover. So … “Movie?”

He grinned, since for them a movie meant making out while something played on his TV. But he picked out a movie, holding up the box for her nod, and put it in the DVD player, making sure everything was set before joining her on the bed. He arranged the pillows so he could comfortably lean back against the wall, and then reached for her. She crawled over to him on her knees, still wrapped in her towel, one hand holding it over her breasts. He smirked, grabbing the end and peeling it off of her, tugging the hem out from under her hand. He tossed it to the side, not paying attention to where it landed, and pulled her naked body against his, snuggling her against his side, his arm around her, her head on his chest, the same way they usually started a movie. Although normally they started it clothed and undressed in stages along the way.

Hannah felt nervous, anxious to get things started. She wasn’t sure how long Matt would wait before starting something again, assuming he would, of course. They were both naked, so that seemed like a good assumption, but usually after they both came they snuggled for a bit while the movie finished then he took her home. There wasn’t time for multiple rounds. Today they had hours still before she needed to go.

He stroked his hand up and down her back, dropping a kiss on her head and tilting her face up to his with his free hand. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Why?”

He chuckled, his eyes warm. “You’re all fidgety. Normally when we sit like this you’re still until I start kissing you, and your squirming then is a bit different.” He bounced his eyebrows up and down.

She huffed out a laugh. “Sorry. I’ll try to be still.”

He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. If you don’t like this movie we can pick a different one.”

“No, it’s fine. That’s not it.” It was her turn to shake her head.Screw it,she decided. Instead of waiting for him, she was just going to get things started. If it took longer than normal for him to get hard enough to do anything, oh well. More time for kissing. That wasn’t a bad thing at all.

She sat up and kissed him, her hands going over his shoulders and behind his neck. His arms wrapped around her, trapping her against his chest, like she’d want to get away. His hands went to her ass, and he hauled her around to straddle him, his cock already hardening beneath her. His hands went to her breasts, tweaking her nipples, bringing them to hard points before he broke the kiss and pulled her up so he could play with them with his mouth, alternating between them, flicking them with his tongue and sucking on them hard, sometimes doing both at the same time. She clutched his damp hair, moaning at what his mouth did to her.

When he let her back down, kissing a path up her neck to her mouth, he was fully hard underneath her, and his hands went to her hips, grinding her against him, rubbing her up and down the underside of his cock. The way that hard ridge rubbed her felt so good, and she was more sure than ever that she wanted to know what it felt like inside her.

She broke the kiss, letting her head fall to his shoulder while he continued grinding against her. “Matt.” Her voice came out breathy and soft. She swallowed, still finding it hard to verbalize what she wanted, even though he’d been making her ask for his mouth on her the last couple of days, and she knew that he wouldn’t go all the way unless she told him that she wanted it in no uncertain terms. “Matt, I want you inside me.”

He froze. His hands went to her head, pulling her back so she was looking in his eyes. “What?”

She licked her lips, swallowing again. “I want to feel you inside me. I want—I want to have sex with you.”

Heat swamped his eyes, but he still didn’t move. He swallowed too, his Adam’s apple bobbing convulsively. “Are you sure?”

She tried to nod, but he was holding her head too firmly. “Yes. I’m sure.”

With a growl, he pulled her mouth to his once more for a fierce kiss that had her melting into him, her hips started to move against him on their own. He flipped them over so she was beneath him, and started kissing his way down her body. This was usually his prelude to going down on her. Why was he doing that? She’d just told him …

“Matt?”

He lifted his head from where he was pressing kisses along her hip bones. “Hmm?”

“What are you doing? I thought …”

A wicked grin took over his face. “Baby, I’ve gotta get you ready. I want you to enjoy your first time.” The smile faded and a wrinkle appeared between his pale eyebrows. “I know it’s not that great for girls their first time, so I want to make it as good for you as possible, okay?” His face smoothed out again, and his lips curved up like he was trying not to let out the wicked grin from before. “I plan on making you come at least twice more, riding my face and my fingers, and getting you close again before I take you. Got it?”

Her eyes grew wide. “What?”

He didn’t answer her, just thumbed her open, lowered his head, and started licking her like he couldn’t get enough. When he slipped a finger inside her, it ratcheted her arousal higher, bringing her impossibly closer to the edge without going over. Yet. Soon she was bucking against his face, and then arching into him, her muscles clamping around his finger, everything tight and taut until she shuddered, tingles zipping along her limbs, collapsing back on the bed. Instead of stopping like he normally did, Matt slowly pumped his finger in and out of her, placing soft kisses on her thighs while he gave her a moment to recover before sliding his tongue over her again, avoiding her clit until she started moving with him again. Then he slipped another finger inside her, stretching her wider, loosening her opening. He’d said he wanted to get her ready for him. This must be what he meant. Soon, rational thought was gone as she was caught up completely in the sensation of his mouth on her, his tongue circling her clit, his lips pulling it between them, sucking and flicking until only unintelligible sounds fell from her mouth.

He stopped sucking, though his fingers kept tapping on that spot inside her that made her feel amazing. She groaned, desperate for another orgasm, even though she’d already come twice. “Say my name this time.”

She lifted her head to look at him, his meaning not penetrating her lust-fogged mind.

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