Page 36 of Hot Chicken

“Let me.” He unfurls one braid and then the other before dragging his fingertips through the curly tresses. His touch is tender and sweet. He shampoos my hair before lathering my body. My hands tremble when it’s my turn to do the same. Once we’re both free of suds, he pulls me into his arms for a moment, trailing his hands down my back. It’s as if he’s trying to tell me something. This is so much more than sex.At least, I hope that’s what he’s saying.

We towel off, and he takes my hand, leading me to the bed. I’m more excited than nervous but hope the uncontrolled quaking won’t be a turn-off. Matt encourages me to lie on the bed and bends to fish a condom from his shorts before joining me. He trails his fingers from my collarbone to my breast and down my belly before he stops.

“I’m really glad we didn’t sleep together before I left.”

What?How do I respond to that?

“I didn’t want to have my head clouded by sex. I’m glad I knew what I needed was you. I love you, Ellie. I know it’s probably too soon-”

I should simply absorb his beautiful words, but the need to kiss him in this moment is like Pops needing oxygen to breathe. I’m so in love with him. This beautiful, kind, loving man.

Our kiss turns frantic; his mouth is everywhere. He trails kisses from my throat down my body. He stops to tease my nipples while running his fingers between my thighs. Suddenly, he’s on his knees, pushing my legs apart. I feel the familiar tickle of his beard against my sensitive skin before his magical tongue teases my opening.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this sweet pussy.” Matt continues to devour me like a man starved. He clamps his mouth around my clit as he inserts a muscular finger. After several glides in and out, he curls it forward, and it sends me to the moon.

I stare, blinking at the ceiling, my breathing gradually slowing as he climbs over me. “You okay, El?”

“Uh-huh,” I pant. The power of that orgasm and the full day working in the sun is making my body feel as if this bed is quicksand.

He licks his fingers in a dramatic fashion. “Finger licking good.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I can barely push the words out.

“Stay with me, beautiful. I want to fuck my girl.”

All right, that has me feeling more alert.

“Roll over for me, Ellie.”

Doing as he asks, I turn onto my stomach before Matt pulls my hips up so that I’m on all fours. After a few moments, I get nervous. Is he putting the condom on? He can’t be, as both hands are on my hips. What’s taking so long? Looking over my shoulder, I find him just looking at me.

“I need a moment of silence to appreciate this ass.”

“Oh, good grief.” I giggle.

Suddenly, he has my hair wrapped around his fist, and my head pulled to one side as he looms over my ear. “I need you to stay facing forward until I tell you, or this is going to end too fast. I need one more from you before I’m ready to come.”

Electricity rolls through me at his commanding words. He’s never been this way with me before. And I love it.

In one motion, he slams into me, and I have to dig my fingers into the sheets to stay upright. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and he’s bigger than average. The combination causes a slight burn as I’m stretched around him.

“Jesus. I’ve never felt anything so good in my whole damn life,” he groans. With my hair still tightly in his fist, he runs the other hand down my spine before striking it forcefully against my right ass cheek.

The shock of the pleasant sensation causes me to clench down on him, and he moans. A few more swats against my ass, and he’s starting to come undone. But so am I.

He changes his position slightly, one hand in my hair, the other wrapped around my throat as he bucks wildly into me. I’ve never had any man use my body in this way. Knowing he loves me and is enjoying our connection without holding back is doing something to me.

“I’m so close, Ellie. If you’re not, I need you to play with that sweet pussy for me.”

“I’m right there.”

His speed picks up. The sounds of the bed slamming into the wall start to overtake those of his skin slapping mine. His hand moves from my throat down to my clit. He doesn’t tease but simply lays his fingers over the sensitive area as he repeatedly rams into me.

“Oh, Matt,” I moan.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “I can feel you. Look at me, baby.”

It takes every ounce of focus to look over my shoulder and open my eyes as my body convulses around him. But the rapture on his face is worth it. I’ll never forget the way he looks right now. Matt stills inside me, and I swear I can feel him pulsating. Every sensation with him is beyond my wildest fantasies. And Lord knows I’ve had plenty of those.

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