Page 78 of Marry Me, Maybe?
He kissed my hole like it was a promise.
Like it was something rare and shining, something not to be taken for granted. I shuddered, legs twitching around his shoulders as his tongue followed the path of his kiss, wet and deliberate. He licked me with slow, reverent strokes, spreading me open with his thumbs like he was preparing me for something life-changing.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, gripping the sheets, lifting my back off the mattress. “Matt…”
He hummed against me, sending vibrations up my spine, dipping his tongue in shallow and gentle, then pulling back, teasing me. His finger joined the play, slow and slick, easing inside with care.
“You’re so soft here,” he said against my skin, his voice reverent. “Like velvet. Hot and tight and mine.”
Another finger joined the first, stretching me open while his mouth never left me, kissing around the edges like it was something to be treasured. And maybe I was starting to believe I could be.
“Matt,” I whimpered, hips twitching. “Please.”
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. Now. Please—just?—”
“Where’s the lube?”
“Top drawer.”
He took out a condom too and returned to me, ripping the foil. I swallowed the words I wanted to say. That the condom wasn’t necessary. That I hadn’t slept with anyonesince we’d become serious. Not after we broke up. Not once during my marriage to Heather.
Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, I kept my mouth shut. Better a test result to tell him all I already knew. Then he would have no doubt.
Matty lubed his fingers, then slicked his cock with a slow, focused stroke. His gaze never left me, even as he stood at the edge of the bed, towering and bare and beautiful, his chest rising with each breath like he was holding back something feral.
“On your knees for me,” he said, voice low.
I rolled over and got on all fours, presenting myself for him, every inch of me flushed and aching as I rubbed my fingers over my hole. His breath caught as he took me in like this, open, ready, waiting, slapping my hole hard.
“Christ, Hudson. You look desperate for my cock.”
“Because I am.”
His hands came to my hips, strong and steady, pulling my torso upright so his chest was against my back and the rapid beat of his heart pulsed against me. His fingers dug into the skin at my hips as he held me firm and lined his cock up against my entrance.
“You okay?” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
“Yeah.” I turned my head and kissed him, licking inside his mouth. “Want you. Want all of you.”
The first push past my rim made me cry out, not so much from the brief moment of discomfort, but from the sheer stretch of him, the reminder of what we used to be. Of what he still made me feel. He slid in slow, careful, giving me time to adjust to the breadth of him.
“Jesus, Hud,” he groaned, holding still, buried deep. “Every time I tell myself it’s my imagination making methink it was really this good, you prove me wrong. You feel so fucking good.”
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, trying to breathe around the tightness in my chest. My body trembled, stretched around him, my cock hanging hard and untouched as I pushed back against him.
“Move. Please, Matty.”
He pulled back and drove in again, deep and slow, rocking his hips into mine with precision that made me moan with every thrust. He didn’t just fuck me. He held me through it, wrapped an arm around my chest, and braced his weight behind me like I was his to protect, even while he unraveled me.
“Fuck, Hudson.” His teeth scraped my neck. “I’m jealous of anyone who got to see you like this. Look at that gorgeous body. All hard and soft at the same time. Can’t wait to be inside you raw again.”
My knees nearly buckled under me. He grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the floor, positioning me to stand bent over, braced against the edge of the bed, legs wide. I clung to the sheets, forehead pressed to the mattress as he lined back up and thrust inside me again, deeper this time, harder.
“Matt,” I whimpered, my body tingling from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “Jesus, Matt.”
“You love that, don’t you?” He ran his hands down my back and to my ass, spreading my cheeks. “Fuck, look at the way you stretch around my dick.”
