Page 40 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

For a moment, she debated whether she should stop the whole thing. Not because she didn’t want him. Not because she didn’t want to know what it would feel like as Matt slid his amply proportioned dick inside her—because she did. But she wondered what it would take to recover from this. To recover from having something so wonderfully special and momentous, only to wake up tomorrow and have it all be gone like smoke.

Matt pushed himself up on his arms and reached into the bedside table. He grabbed a box of condoms from the drawer. The fact it was a new box baffled her, pulling her out of the moment.

“You brought a box?”

“Popped down to the Tesco Express while you were having your photographs taken after the service. Seemed like one day like this would need a lot more than the one I had in my wallet.”

Izabel bit back a grin as his words lifted the heaviness she’d felt only moments before. She watched as he opened the box, pulled a condom out, tore into the packet, and then slid it on his length.

“I like your confidence.”

Matt grinned. “Got to be honest, watching you come ... I nearly didn’t make it to needing one.” He lay back down on the bed next to her. “Come here.”

He encouraged her to climb across his lap, her sensitive clit pressed up against him. Matt slid his hands along her thighs, along the curve of her arse, and up her back before pulling her down to his chest.

When his lips met hers again, the maelstrom started all over again. His touch electrified her, his fingers played her body as effectively as he played his guitar ... confident strokes and varying pressure creating the most wonderful music.

“Ride me, Iz.”

She rose to her knees as Matt held his dick right at her entrance. Need pulsed through her as she lowered herself slowly onto him, just the thick head at first, then lifting before lowering herself halfway. She sighed at the sensation of being stretched, of being filled so thoroughly.

Matt looked up at her from lust-filled eyes. She pulled herself up again and lowered as Matt thrust up to meet her, settling himself deep within her.

“Matt,” she gasped, falling to his chest to kiss him.

“Sweetheart.” His hands pushed her hair back from her face, holding her in place, his lips inches from hers as he looked at her.

Then he began to move. A slow and steady back and forth, pulling so far out of her she thought he might leave her body completely, before sliding thoroughly home. His size ensured she felt every action, every pulse of his dick thoroughly.

She studied his face, the gold flecks in his irises, his slightly crooked incisor, the way he inhaled sharply when she sank low on him. “You feel so thick in me, Matt.”

“It’s you. You’ve got me so turned on I’m riding the edge. Holding out because I want more of this. More of you.”

He shifted his hands to her hips, gripping them firmly as he began to thrust upward. Long, quick strokes ending with him grinding against her clit in a move that threatened to tear apart her self-control.

“Ah, fuck, Izabel,” Matt gasped before holding her tightly and flipping them so he was on top. Taking his weight on his forearms, he began to pound into her. “You’re soaked. It feels so slick and warm. You’re a fucking dream.”

Matt gripped her arse, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he thrust back and forth in perfect rhythm.

Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to fall back. Matt peppered kisses along her jaw, down her neck, until his head was buried against her.

“I can’t describe how good it feels to be this deep inside you, Iz. There should be words.”

Izabel pulled her knees up to his hips, wrapping one arm tightly around his back, the other through his hair. “Some things can’t be explained,” she gasped.

A second orgasm, one she hadn’t expected, began to build deep in her core. A tightening, a desperation, the start of a sensation she knew would explode.

“Matt,” she whispered. “You’re going to make me come again.”

“Yeah, babe. Do it. Do it for me,” he encouraged.

“Don’t change what you’re doing.”

Matt groaned against her neck. “I’m really close too. But it’s so fucking good I don’t want it to end.”

End.

For a moment, she couldn’t decide if he meant the sex or the two of them. Either way, she knew how he felt.

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