Page 39 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Izabel looked down his body, and he hoped she liked what she saw. “Everything, Matt. Do everything.”

Wanting the evening to last, he denied his dick any immediate relief by climbing onto the bed and lying down next to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and trailed his fingers along her skin. Up the length of her arm, along the dip of her clavicle, between her breasts, down her abdomen to her belly button. A trail of goose bumps formed where he touched her soft skin.

With his fingertips, he started massaging either side of her folds, a steady back and forth that avoided her clit until she raised her hips to meet him, seeking out the pressure she needed.

Ruthlessly, he dragged his palm back up her body to start the journey all over again. Her body came alive to his touch. Wanting more.

Needing more.

“Kiss me, Iz,” he said, tugging her to him.

As if sensing his mood, or perhaps feeling as he did that this part of the evening didn’t need to be rushed or hurried, she rolled toward him. Matt placed his hand on her back, holding her close, as she kissed him. Slow, spine-tingling kisses, languorous sweeps of her tongue, gentle bites on his lower lip.

But the whole time, their eyes remained open, focused on each other intently.

He slipped his leg between hers and groaned as it met her damp core. Matt rolled the two of them so Izabel was beneath him and ignored the fact it would take nothing to slide deep inside her. Slowly, he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, grinning as she giggled.

“Tickles,” she gasped, as he lowered his head and kissed the swell of her breast. He dragged his tongue across her nipple. It was firm as he sucked it into his mouth.

Izabel’s body arched beneath him, and he made a note as to just how sensitive her nipples were. Matt repeated the action on her other breast.

He moved down her body, pressing his lips to her ribs, to the warm skin just below her belly button, over the thin strip of hair, until he could open her to him. Pink lips, her clit already aroused, wetness just from his kisses.

As he got comfortable, his shoulders between her thighs, he looked up at Izabel. “I can’t wait to eat you. I’m starved from thinking about this all day.”

Izabel bit her lower lip. “Please, Matt.”

One stroke of his tongue was all it took. One sweep of her essence to know the sweetness of it would stick with him forever. As he got to know every part of her, as he explored her depths, he relished her responses. So genuine and honest. She gasped as he circled and sucked on her clit, she moaned and reached for his hair when he thrust his tongue inside her as far as it could go. Her hips thrust towards his face when he slipped one, and then two fingers deep inside her.

“You taste so good, Iz,” he gasped, grinding his dick into the mattress to find some relief from the ache.

“Don’t stop,” Izabel cried, her movements becoming more frantic. She was close, he could feel it as she tightened around his fingers. A faint, mottled red flush covered her chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open.

Fuck, he was going to come just by watching her get off. He forced himself to think through the names of previous years’ Manchester City squads just to take the edge off, but it only lasted a moment, his attention focused on Izabel as she came on his fingers, against his face.

“Matt, yes,” she cried out, her fingers clutching the bedding.

He slowed his pace, easing her down, licking up the evidence of her orgasm before he slid his fingers from within her. Unable to rein in the emotions he felt, he pressed his forehead to her stomach and lay there as she caught her breath. How the hell was he supposed to walk away from her, now that he knew how she sounded and tasted and moved as she fell apart?

Izabel’s fingers slipped into his hair, gently scratching his scalp with her trimmed nails. It was soothing and needed. He felt like a pot left on boil for too long.

“Are you okay, Matt?” Izabel asked softly.

He forced himself to look at her and tried to come up with an answer. That he was half-crazed from the taste of her, that the sounds she made and the way she gripped his hair had him riding a hard edge. That his dick had taken over any logical decision functionality.

Because if it hadn’t, he wouldn’t be doing this.

But there was no way he could stop.

Now he’d had a taste of her, he needed it all.

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Matt looked as she felt.

Thunderstruck.

As she laid her head on the bed, threading her fingers through Matt’s hair, she caught her literal and figurative breath.

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