Page 52 of Your Rhythm
“Kay,” he rasps.
“Matt...”
Something in each of us snaps, and then he’s fucking me so hard I can barely breathe, slamming me down onto his cock over and over again as I dig my fingers into his hair. I cry out so loud I’m sure everyone in the hotel must be able to hear it. I don’t care, though. Right now there’s nothing but this.
“Oh Jesus, Matt. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
For a few minutes that’s all I can say.
“Come for me,” he orders. “Touch your little clit and come on my cock like you said you would.”
I almost come from that alone. I lean back a few inches, supported by his hands on my hips, and we both watch as I start to circle my clit.
“That’s it. Keep going.”
He starts thrusting again, and it’s not long until my thighs are twitching with spasms and my breath is coming in desperate little gasps.
“I’m gonna come,” I mutter.
“Do it. I want to feel you come so bad.”
Everything seems to slow down for a moment and then there’s just silence, just the blissful, agonizing nothingness of my climax.
When I come back to my sense, I’ve fallen forwards onto him, pushing us down on the mattress. He’s gripping my ass hard and I bury my face in his neck, still riding the aftershocks as he flexes one final time before crying out and finding the same release.
His chest heaves under mine, and we lay there in silence for a few minutes, still sighing with pleasure every few breaths.
He’s beautiful.
The thought swims into my head as my thumb strokes his shoulder. He’s so warm beneath me, so solid. There’s a permanence to his presence, like he’s the foundation even an earthquake couldn’t shake. Everything else could come toppling down and he’d still be here, trailing his fingers up and down my spine.
“Fucking hell,” I eventually murmur.
“Fucking hell,” he agrees.
