Tentatively, she slid her hand down his thigh, feeling hard muscle and rough body hair, savoring the differences. Then she covered him with her hand.
His breathing changed but he said nothing. Just lay there as she explored th
e thickened length of him, touching him in ways she’d never touched anyone before.
Her tummy clenched, her whole body consumed by an agonizingly sweet ripple of desire.
“Matt?”
There was a pause and then the breath hissed through his teeth. “What?”
“I want you.” It was a simple statement but it expressed her feelings perfectly. She’d never meant anything more in her life.
He rolled her under him and his eyes burned like blue fire. He shifted his position and she felt heaviness and the intimate brush of his body against hers. The buzz of awareness was back, only this time it was a thousand times more powerful because she knew there was more to discover.
And she wanted him to be the one to show her.
His mouth brushed across her jaw, lingering, suggestive. “If you think that was good, I can’t wait to show you how good it’s going to feel when I’m inside you.”
His words made her breath catch. The anticipation was so acute it was painful.
Feelings and emotions engulfed her, spilling over, drowning her.
“Matt—” She dug her fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulders. “Please. I want—”
He silenced her words with his mouth, kissing her with slow, deliberate skill until she was writhing under him. Just when she thought she was going to die of wanting, he eased his mouth from hers long enough to lean across and reach for something.
Her heart rate rocketed.
She didn’t know which surprised her most, the fact that this was really going to happen or the fact that she really wanted it to. She’d been so scared to let this happen, but now the moment was here she couldn’t remember why.
She wrapped her legs around him and pressed close but Matt took his time, sliding his hand down her body, teasing her with skilled, knowing fingers until she was so desperate she could barely stay still. Through the sound of her own breathless gasps she heard his voice close to her ear, urging her to relax and trust him.
She felt him shift position, and the anticipation was so shocking in its intensity that she held her breath. His hand slid under her bottom and she felt the intimate brush of his body against hers, and then he was inside her, entering her with slow, heavy thrusts, taking his time, allowing her body to adjust to the thickened pressure of his.
She hadn’t realized she was digging her fingers into his shoulders until he paused.
“Breathe, honey.” His voice was rough and raw. “I’ll take this slowly.”
She discovered that she didn’t want to take it slowly and slid her fingers into the silk of his hair, drawing his head down to hers.
From there it was nothing but sensation. She felt the skilled stroke of his tongue and the roughness of his jaw brush against sensitive flesh. She felt his hands, strong and purposeful, moving over her, positioning her as he wanted her.
Every thrust took him deeper, sending awareness and emotion rushing through her. She slid her arms around him thinking that this was Matt; Matt, whom she’d known forever.
The shock and wonder of it fused her brain.
She arched into him, wondering how anything could feel this mind-blowingly good. For the first time in her life she wasn’t tense, she wasn’t worrying that she wasn’t feeling anything because now she was feeling everything.
He slid his fingers into hers and dragged her arms above her head.
She moaned his name against his mouth and he moved with a skilled, steady rhythm that drove her wild. She didn’t have to think about what to do because her body did it by itself, or maybe it was just that Matt knew what to do.
With a blinding flash of revelation she realized that everything she’d ever believed about sex, and everything she’d believed about herself, had been wrong. She wasn’t bad at it and she didn’t hate it.
She loved it, and with the right person it felt perfect.
And Matt was the right person.