Page 113 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Matt bit back a smile when the covers pulled over his body and the mattress sagged. She’d come back to him, like he knew she would. He was as certain of her love for him as she was of his love for her. Just as she’d settled down on her pillow, he grabbed her and pulled her close, as she squealed.

“Matt. You scared me. Feel my heart.” She took his hand and placed it on her chest.

He cupped her breast, letting his thumb track lazily over her nipple. “I’d rather feel something else.” Matt kissed her softly, in a way he hoped told her without words how he’d missed her in his bed.

“You have my permission to feel anything you want.”

Matt slid his hand over her arse, letting his finger slip between her cheeks. “Anything?”

“Feel. Not penetrate. Two very different things, Matt.”

He felt her smile against his lips and rolled them both, so she was lying on top of him. “I love the feel of your body on top of mine. I can run my hands up and down your back, can squeeze your bum, can grind against you.” He raised his hips and felt his dick slide against her. It never took Iz long to get turned on, to get so wet for him. But this morning, he enjoyed her in lazy appreciation. The way her skin always felt so soft, how her hair framed her face and tickled his chest, the way her breasts pushed up against him.

“You’re such an easy lay,” she said.

Matt shrugged. “Not always. The way I took you from behind in Blackpool suggests I like a good energetic fucking.”

The sound of Izabel’s laughter filled the room. “Fine. I meant you’re easy to please.”

He inched his dick back a little further, just short of being able to slide into her, which, as tempting as it was, was a no without contraception. Having kids together, creating the family unit they’d both missed, was something he wanted. But he didn’t want it yet. He wanted time and experiences and memories with Iz first, just the two of them.

“If by that you mean simply having you naked in my bed means I’m a satisfied guy, then yeah, I’m an easy lay.”

Izabel climbed to her knees and reached over to the beside drawer he kept condoms in. She ripped the top off and slid it onto his dick, his whole body flinching as she gripped him in the process.

“Somebody’s eager this morning,” he said, watching as she lifted to her knees. Izabel held his dick so it was just touching her warmth. Slowly, she circled the tip with barely any pressure.

“Are you complaining?”

Her hips were so distracting, the way they rocked back and forth. Fuck, his dick was already weeping. “The only complaint you’ll get from me is if you don’t sit down on my dick in the next five seconds.”

Izabel lowered a fraction, enough to hold him inside, then placed her palms on his chest. Her lips, soft and plump, touched his as she sank onto him in one smooth stroke.

“Jesus, Iz.” The words came out on a gasp. “Work me, babe.”

She looked between them, where they were joined, and Matt followed her gaze. Nothing in the world was as erotic and sexually satisfying as watching Izabel part for him, watching the way her lips dragged along his cock. Fire burned in his balls for her. His heart beat for her.

“Like this?”

Matt reached for her hair and slowly tugged on it until her chest was flush against his and her hands were in his, over his head. Some might consider it a position of submission, until he raised his knees, planted his feet, and began to fuck her.

“Matt.”

“You like this? You like me fucking you deep and hard, Iz?” he grunted.

She made a move as if to lift off him, but he released her hands to wrap one arm around her chest. The other he placed on her arse, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

“You always know what I need.” The words were punctuated with little gasps.

Yeah, his ego soaked up the compliment. But he still wanted to feel closer. He flipped them over again, pressing Izabel into the mattress, sliding his hands beneath her to hold her in place while he took her.

Hard, deep.

But with her eyes on him, with her head thrown back as she came around him, as he felt her squeeze his dick.

He realised they were still making love because there was something much more potent between them than just sexual chemistry and urgency and need.

It was Iz.

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