Page 20 of Opening Hearts

“When you come. Say my name.”

He dipped his head again, latching onto her clit with renewed ferocity, pushing her over the edge, and she screamed, “Oh, God, Matt.” His name tore from her throat as the strongest orgasm of her life crashed over her, contracting all her muscles in spasms until she fell back on the bed, limp.

He retreated this time, crawling up her body to kiss her, and she couldn’t manage to pull away from his kiss even though it weirded her out that he tasted like her. She watched him climb off the bed and opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, when she saw him open his top dresser drawer and pull out a little square packet. Ah. A condom. Of course. She sucked in a breath as she realized what that meant.

He tore it open and rolled it on, his eyes never leaving hers, then climbed back on the bed, crawling over her and kissing her again. His hand caressed her body, opening her thighs wider, letting his fingers play over her, teasing her arousal out of her again. She groaned into his mouth, unsure how he could wring more pleasure out of her spent body. But she soon found herself responding to his kisses, his touches, pushing her hips against his hand again, her breathing picking up.

He moved his hand from her, covering her body with his, never breaking the kiss. She could feel the head of his cock running over her, teasing her opening and sliding around her clit. He broke the kiss, looking down at her. “Ready?”

She nodded, so aroused again, wanting to know what it felt like with him inside her, knowing that the chances of another guy spending as much time getting her ready like he did were slim. He took her lips in another kiss, his tip edging just inside. She gasped. He pulled back. “Relax, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. He pressed forward again, entering her a little more, pulling back again, repeating the action over and over, slowly moving further and further inside her until his hips pressed against hers.

She felt so full and so strange. Matt held himself still, taking her lips in a gentle kiss, a fine tremor running through his body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him to her, then slid her feet around his calves, wanting to stroke him, to soothe him, unsure what was going on with him.

He let out a groan, breaking the kiss and dropping his head to her shoulder. “Oh God, you’re going to kill me, babe.” His hot breath tickled her ear with his whisper, and he almost sounded in pain.

She pushed her hips up against his, wanting him to move now. “What? Why?”

He groaned again, raising his head to look down at her. “You’re so fucking tight, and then when you move like that—“ He broke off, his jaw clenching, his muscles straining. His hips pulled back and pressed forward again, just a little, and Hannah rolled her hips under him with the movement, wanting more.

“God, Hannah, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing things like that.”

“Like that?” She did it again, and couldn’t repress the smile that came to her face when he moaned again. She loved hearing him make those sounds, making him make those sounds. “Don’t hold back, Matt. I want to feel it all.”

A low chuckle came out, his breath fanning over her face before he kissed her again. “That’s so tempting, babe, but I want this to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She ran a hand down his side. “I’m okay. You’re not hurting me.”

He studied her face, pulling back a little more than before and pressing into her again. “That’s okay?”

She nodded. “More than okay.”

He rocked into her again and again, then his hand pulled her leg up around his waist, allowing him in deeper, angling her hips a little higher, and she gasped when she felt him drag over that same spot he always found with his fingers. He stilled at her noise, looking unsure.

It was Hannah’s turn to chuckle. “That was a good sound, Matt. Keep going.”

He smiled, moving deep inside her again. She raised her hips to meet each stroke, the throbbing fullness giving way to pleasure, her arousal spiking higher with each thrust. Matt lifted up, sliding a hand between them, his thumb flicking over her clit, fast and hard.

“Come on, babe. I’m not going to last much longer. Come with me.” His thrusts grew faster and harder, his hips snapping fast, losing their rhythm. Both hands gripped her hips, grinding her against him, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed on top of her, rolling a little off to the side so she could still breathe, his face buried against her shoulder again. After a moment he stirred, his arm pulling her close. “Sorry.”

She turned her head, confused. “What? Why are you sorry?”

He lifted his head, a slightly sheepish look on his face. “Sorry I couldn’t get you off again.” He licked his lips. “I can usually last longer than that, but you feel so fucking good, and you’re so damn hot, and I just couldn’t hold back. I really wanted to make it good for you.”

She pulled his face to hers with her hands on his cheeks and kissed his mouth, trying not to laugh because he was so serious. “It was good for me. You made me come three times already today. I’m good. It was good. Way better than my friends’ stories of their first times. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He studied her face for a moment before pressing another kiss to her lips. “Okay. Still. Next time will be better. I promise.”

This time she did laugh, dislodging him from her body as she did so. He grinned down at her as he got up to get rid of the condom then settled back in next to her for some naked cuddling as they watched the rest of the movie and started another one.

When Matt took her back to the condo, her limbs still felt heavy, her body sated from their time together. He walked her to the door, kissing her softly. “Happy birthday, Hannah.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you. I think this has been the best birthday. Mostly because of you.”

He smiled back, kissing her again before letting her go. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She turned and walked into the condo, waving at Paola as she headed for the bedroom she shared with Elena. Elena was asleep in her twin bed, which allowed Hannah some time to mull over the events of the day on her own. Who would’ve thought that turning eighteen could be so momentous? Today had been a great day, one of the best, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face, thinking about all her favorite parts.

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