Page 3 of Piece By Piece

And I’m not saying he doesn’t enjoy how women treat him or that he minds his one-night stands. I just think at times, we don’t realize what we crave. If only for a change.

The tall man looks thoughtful as he holds my gaze, but I didn’t come here to lecture him or even talk. No, we’ve been in here for many long minutes and most of our clothes are still on. That’s not my style.

One corner of my lips tips up as my hands leave his warm skin. I bring them to the bows holding together the straps of my dress on my shoulders and pull on them one by one. The strips of fabric fall to the front and back, exposing my chest completely.

My friend’s eyes drop and he swallows.

“Christ, woman, a warning would be nice the next time,” he tells me despite the need I can hear in his voice. He likes what he sees.

“Maybe it’s time we move this to the bed,” I suggest.

With a nod, he carries me to the bed and sets me down gently on the soft mattress. Then he takes a step back to admire me as I did him.

“Come here,” I instruct, reaching for him. Now, his smirk has returned, and he shrugs his pants off before complying and climbing over me. But not before I got a glimpse at those mouth-watering thighs of his. Maybe I’ll get to kneel between them some other time, touch the defined muscles there like I did with his torse.

“You know how to play, Seduttrice,” he admits before pressing a kiss to the side of my jaw.

“Practice makes perfect,” I say, arching my back just slightly. He understands my command and moves his lips further down, trailing them along the curve of my neck before kissing his way over my cleavage.

“Take off my dress,” my breathy voice orders. That I’m this affected at this early stage of what we’re doing is more confirmation that I haven’t done this in too long. Again, Mattheo is happy to obey and with his help, my long, violet dress is discarded on the bedroom floor in a matter of seconds.

He looks down at me with a grin. “Red still looks good on you,” he tells me, tugging at my red lace panties.

I pull his head back to me and kiss him while his body melts into mine. I spread my legs so his hips fit between them, and when I feel the warmth of his erection through the fabric of our underwear, the heat in my lower stomach turns into tingles.

He’s holding himself up with one arm and has his other hand on my face, kissing me like we have all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I’m getting impatient, no matter how cherished his mindful touches are making me feel.

I take his hand from my face and move it down to the hem of my underwear, feeling bold and accomplished when he hums his approval against my lips. I release his hand and he takes over, stroking my swollen clit over the lace. He repeats that at an unhurried pace, again and again until finally, he pushes the strip covering me to the side.

Two fingers find my entrance and circle it without pushing inside. Then he brings his slick fingers back to my clit and starts rubbing it in earnest. I arch my back at the first circle drawn with just the right pressure, and the faintest moan escapes me. Mattheo swallows it whole.

After minutes of his steady, heavenly assault, I can feel my skin growing clammy with a sheen of sweat. Then, his fingers move away and find their way back to my entrance just as he breaks the kiss. Our eyes lock as he pushes them inside of me and I recognize the satisfaction in his eyeswhen he draws another moan out of me with a well-placed stroke against my g-spot.

I grab his shoulders and pull him down so I can whisper into his ear, not trusting my voice to be louder than that anymore. “I’m ready, Mattheo. You can feel that I am. Stop playing and be the good friend you promised me you’d be.”

When he pulls away to look at me, his smirk is back with full force. “I thought that’s what I’ve been doing for several minutes now,” he says. He enunciates that with another stroke against my g-spot. And another.

His fingers curl inside of me at a steady pace until I can feel my legs grow weak and the tingles explode in my womb, reaching the tips of my fingers and toes. I tense underneath him and close my eyes to catch a break from the intense look in his eyes. Then, I come with his name on my lips.

“Am I being a good friend yet?” Mattheo asks, pulling his fingers out of me.

“I don’t know. Better keep trying.” I’m still catching my breath, so my snappy reply lacks in delivery. My friend has the decency not to call me out on it. Instead, he arches an amused brow.

“I guess I better,” he agrees. He makes good on his words, taking off both of our remaining clothes while I take a condom out of the bedside drawer. The box is still unopened since I barely ever stay the night here and certainly not with someone else. Not until now.

I open the foil and put on the condom for him as his eyes follow the movement. When his impressive length is covered, I give it a gentle stroke. He curses, pulls my hand away, kisses it, and then pins it to the mattress above myhead. “I’m going to be the best fucking friend you’ve ever had, Amo,” he promises as he brings his tip to my entrance.

“I don’t doubt it,” I whisper. Then my eyes flutter shut with his first thrust, my lower half struggling to accept his intrusion. He bottoms out and holds still for a second, breathing deeply while his body thrums with energy.

“Don’t hold back, Mattheo. I can take it,” I encourage him, desperate for him to move. His eyes meet mine with a mischievous glint.

“Big, big words for such a small thing,” he mutters. Any retort dies on my lips as he starts moving, pulling nearly all the way out of me before shoving back inside. One hand stays on my pinned wrist while his other holds my hip in place. I merely lie there and hang on for the ride, happy to let him lead.

But as our breathing grows harsher and soft moans start climbing from my throat, something interrupts the otherwise silent room.

A knock on my door.

Mattheo’s movements falter for a beat and the lustful haze clears from his eyes a little. He looks at me with a questioning gaze. “Don’t you dare stop,” I hiss at him, already feeling the tingles that have been building over the past fifteen minutes recede. Whoever’s at the door will leave if there’s no reply, I’m sure.

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