Page 55 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

“I’ve been thinking about it since our phone call. My hair was down, right?” She reached for his dick, and his whole body tensed as her fingers gripped him.

“Right.” He should’ve come up with something a little more encouraging, but seeing his entire blood supply was currently in his dick and not his brain, he was fucked.

“Damn, no black underwear.”

Matt laughed desperately. “Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck about the underwear.”

“Did I suck on your head, first, or run my tongue across the tip? I don’t remember.” She looked up at him, a playful glint in her eye.

“For the love of God, just pick one.”

Izabel leaned forward and placed her lips around the tip of his dick. The sight of those plump lips of hers dragging against his skin and the wet warmth of her mouth had him slamming his hands to the walls on either side of the shower. “Izabel,” he groaned.

She moved her head, back and forth, taking him deeper and then releasing him. The tip of her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, sending a thousand sensations coursing through his body. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, his spine tingled, his legs felt as though he’d drunk twenty pints and they’d lost the will to take his weight any longer.

He let her play with him for a few moments longer. Agonisingly intense seconds. But before he lost all sense of control and came right where he stood, he reached down and lifted her from her knees.

“One day I’ll let you finish that, but right now, I need to be inside you.” Matt reached for the condom and pulled it on. He spun her around, so her hands were pressed against the white subway tile.

He slid his hands down her wet stomach, over her mound, until his fingers reached her clit. The movement caused her to press against his dick, the frictionless slide against the cheeks of her arse driving him wild. Slowly, he circled her clit before sliding one, and then a second finger, deep inside her.

“Matt,” Izabel groaned as she ground against his hand.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You want this?”

“So much,” she gasped.

He should wait, get her closer to the orgasm she so obviously wanted from him. But, fuck, he needed to bury himself deep inside her more than he needed his next breath.

“Ready?” he asked, sliding his fingers out of her.

She lowered her hands on the tile a little, stepping back until there was an arch in her spine. When she glanced over her shoulder, those pale green eyes of hers looking straight at him, he could barely think straight.

Dick in hand, he looked down between them, and pressed into her warmth. He’d had sex before, but right now, under the LED spotlight of his bathroom, he realised just how meaningless it had all been. Fun, sure. But meaningless all the same.

Putting one hand on the tile while the other held her hip exactly where he wanted her, he slid forward with a grunt. “So good, Iz. So. Fucking. Tight.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so big,” she gasped as he eased out and reseated himself, this time to the hilt.

He held himself there, feeling the flutters of her around him. “It’s perfect. Heaven.”

He slid out, one long, smooth draw as far as he could without leaving her body completely. Connection. That’s what he craved. A full body connection with Izabel. He nudged her forward until she was flush with the wall, until his entire body pressed up against the back of hers. He bent his knees and thrust upward, feeling the way his chest slid over her back, the feel of her arse pressed up against his groin. He grabbed her hands, linking their fingers, and Izabel squeezed them in return.

She turned her head to the side, and he clumsily found her lips, his forehead mashed up against the tile. The way she gasped against his mouth cranked him up. He’d immobilised her. There was nowhere for her to move, no way for her to do anything other than take it. And the fact she let him caused his dick to pulse in pending release.

He transferred her wrists into one of his hands and slid the other between Izabel and the wall. He squeezed her breast, kneading it as she moaned loudly. Her soft whimper when he stopped made him grin.

“I’m going to play with your clit, Izabel. I’m going to play with it until this all crashes over you like a symphony. You can’t go anywhere, you can’t do anything but take it.”

Izabel strained on her toes. He could feel her legs shake. “Matt, please. Just make me come.”

“I’m going to, sweetheart. Wait for me.”

He sped up his thrusts, desperate to finish with her. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other, the water pouring between them, the steam making everything seem so much more intense. He reached her clit and began to strum it with his thumb. Up and down like she was his favourite melody.

“Matt,” she cried hoarsely.

“Yeah. I feel it.”

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