Page 37 of Pour Timing

He flicks at my clit again with his tongue and I arch my back. “Look at me,” he commands and I look down my body to see his eyes focused on mine. “I was a stupid kid back then. I didn’t know how to use my words. I’m a thirty-four-year-old man now, Kylie. I know exactly how to say everything I want to do to you.”

My eyes roll as he places his hand over my lower stomach and presses down while eating me like he’s starved. I grab his hair, holding him in place, not wanting this to end yet needing to come so bad.

He reaches for my skirt and pulls it off. I slide back onto the bed and he follows, a predatory gaze on his face. He unbuttons his shirt with ease and kneels on the bed. He grabs my hips, yanking me to him, my legs bent alongside his thighs as he undoes his button and zipper. I reach for him, running my hands along his cut stomach as he slides his jeans down just enough for his hard cock to make an appearance.

He grabs my hands, pulling me up to sitting, and backs away from me, off the bed to kick off his jeans and boxers. Once he climbs back on again, I push him to his back, prowling down his body until I get to his cock. I lick from base to tip and love the moan that escapes him.

I trace circles around the tip, rubbing it on my lips, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. “I’m also not a teenager anymore, Matt.” I take him down my throat, squeezing the base and stroking him a few times. His head falls back and he calls my name. I take him down once more, letting his tip hit the back of my throat and swallowing. His hands grip the sheets and then thread into my hair. “Fuck. Ky. Do it again.” I repeat the action, holding it a bit longer before coming up for air and climbing up his body.

He grabs hold of my neck, kissing the taste off my lips before flipping me to my back. In an instant, he's got my panties off and shirt ripped from my body. In the next instant, he's inside me, buried deep. We both moan at the intrusion and hold our stares and each other close.

He rocks over me, still holding me tight, his body rubbing against my clit with every thrust. And then he pulls out and grabs my hips, rolling me to my stomach but quickly pulling me up against his front, tearing my bra from my body. He palms my breasts and rubs his cock against my ass.

Every press of his hard body against my soft one is heaven. He fists my hair, pulling me flush against him as his other finds my clit. He bites at my neck and my body shudders.

I place my hand over his. “I want to come with you inside me.” He turns my head and takes my lips, biting my bottom one before pushing me to the bed again. He slips inside and begins to pump, using my hips for leverage. With one good spank he pulls out again, pushing me to my back.

“It's been too long since I’ve seen your face when I make you come.” I widen my legs and welcome him in. He thumbs my clit with each downward stroke and I've never felt anything like this. He works his hips in a wave motion and grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me closer.

“Play with yourself, Ky. Show me how you like to be touched.”

His hips begin a punishing rhythm and I touch his cock as it slides in and out of me, getting my fingers wet before playing with my clit. I moan and arch toward him.

“Keep going. Fuck, I love to watch you.” His eyes are trained on my hand. He glances at me, his devilish grin so sexy. “I’d eat you alive right now if I could, but your pussy is holding my dick hostage.”

“Matt!” I laugh out again. I forgot how fun sex can be when you’re with someone you really love.

He slows his moves. “What just happened?”

I furrow my eyebrows. “What?”

“You just clenched me so tight. What just ran through your mind?”

“You’re fucking every thought out of me right now and you expect me to remember?”

He shakes his head and picks up his pace. “Something just happened that made your body latch onto mine.”

I throw my hands over my head and arch my back again. “I’m having fun, Matt. Sex is fun with someone you?—”

I freeze and he slows his rhythm. A sly grin appears and he falls forward, his hands on either side of my head. He dips his head, biting my nipple. “Someone you …what, Ky?”

I grab onto his biceps. “I’ll finish that sentence if you finish me off right now.”

“With fucking pleasure.” He takes my mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, and gives me long strokes accentuated with him bottoming out each time. Over and over, stimulating my clit with each long drag, and I break. I break harder than I ever have before. My body shudders and a low moan that carries on and bounces around the room escapes me.

“Oh god, that's my girl. Come, baby. Take me with you.” His body tightens and he shouts his release before falling on top of me. We breathe heavily, slowing our racing hearts, our bodies slick with sweat. “Jesus Christ, Ky. I haven’t come that hard in years.”

I run my hands through his hair, urging him to lift his head. “That’s because sex is amazing when it’s with someone you love.”

His eyes bore deep into mine before he kisses me. “I’ve loved you always, Ky.”

Chapter19

Matt

She was my first and she’ll be my last.

That's the thought I wake with as Kylie sleeps beside me. Having her to myself last night, falling asleep beside her, was everything. It was everything I imagined as a teenager and everything I threw away as a stupid college student.

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