Page 12 of To Her

He lavished attention on one breast and then the other, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of his tongue. His hand came up to caress whichever breast wasn't receiving the attention of his mouth, ensuring neither was neglected.

I was writhing beneath him, my hips seeking friction against his, when he suddenly pulled back. For a moment, I thought he'd changed his mind, but then he looked at me with such intensity that my breath caught.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Disappointment flooded me, followed quickly by confusion. "You're not?"

He shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "No. But I am going to make you feel good." His hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of my shorts. "If that's okay with you?"

The heat in his gaze made his intentions clear, and a fresh wave of arousal washed over me. "Yes," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "That's... yes."

His smile widened as he began to move down my body, pressing kisses to my sternum, my ribs, the soft skin of my stomach. When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he looked up at me, seeking final confirmation.

I lifted my hips in answer, and he slowly pulled both my shorts and underwear down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but the appreciation—the hunger—in his gaze made me feel powerful instead.

"Gorgeous," he murmured, settling between my thighs. His broad shoulders pushed my legs further apart, and I felt a moment of nervousness. It had been a while since anyone had been this... close.

As if sensing my hesitation, Matt pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. "We can stop anytime," he said. "Just say the word."

I shook my head. "Don't stop."

He smiled against my skin, then continued his path of kisses up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I was aching for him. When he finally reached his destination, he paused, his warm breath teasing me.

"I've been wanting to taste you since the moment I saw you," he said, his voice low and intimate.

And then his mouth was on me, his tongue making a long, slow sweep that had me gasping and clutching at the sheets. He hummed in appreciation, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured, before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.

What followed was the most thorough, attentive oral sex I'd ever experienced. Matt seemed to genuinely enjoy what he was doing, making appreciative noises that sent vibrations through my core. He alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit, reading my body's responses and adjusting accordingly.

When he slid one finger inside me, curling it to hit exactly the right spot, I nearly came off the bed. "Oh god," I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

He added a second finger, maintaining the perfect rhythm as he continued to work me with his tongue. "That's it," he encouraged between licks. "So responsive... so fucking sexy."

The combination of his skilled mouth, his fingers, and his words was pushing me rapidly toward the edge. I could feel the tension building, my thighs beginning to tremble on either side of his head.

"Matt," I warned, one hand tangling in his hair. "I'm close."

He redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping steadily as his tongue circled my clit with increasing pressure. "Come for me," he urged. "Let me feel you come on my tongue."

That was all it took. The orgasm crashed over me in waves, my back arching as pleasure radiated outward from my core. Matt didn't let up, working me through every aftershock until I had to push weakly at his shoulders, too sensitive for more.

He pressed one final kiss to my inner thigh before moving back up my body, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His lips were wet, his hair mussed from my hands, and I'd never seen anything sexier.

I reached for the waistband of his boxers, eager to return the favour, but he caught my hand, bringing it to his lips instead.

"That was just for you," he said, pressing a kiss to my palm.

"But..." I glanced down at the obvious bulge in his underwear. "Don't you want...?"

"Of course I want," he said with a small laugh. "But that's not why I came here tonight."

"Then why did you?"

He settled beside me, pulling the covers up over both of us. "I wasn't going to be able to sleep unless I knew what you tasted like."

The bluntness of his statement, delivered with such casual confidence, sent another pulse of heat through me despite my recent orgasm.

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