Page 48 of Open Water

“Can I take your top off? I just want to hug you, properly. Skin on skin. I think I need it. I think we both need it.” I’m not lying. My heart is racing and somehow, I think we both need to hug it out. Calm ourselves down. I also have questions. So many fucking questions.

He lets me undress him, taking the damn fabric off his near perfect body. His chest is strong. Arms to die for. A little blond fuzz under his armpits that I strangely want to nuzzle into. Smell him. Own him.

My hand rests on his stomach for a brief moment as my mouth snuggles into the little space behind his ear, and he almost winces, which makes me want to cry for him. Because he has a fucking cute little six-pack under the mottled skin, and fuck me, I am so done for.

“Beautiful.” I whimper. “You are so fucking stunning, Matteo, and you’re driving me crazy here.”Oops!And now my boner is firmly wedged in his groin. And I am kind of humping his briefs.

I didn’t mean to, but I am kind of losing the will to control myself here. I shouldn’t, but he is fuckingright here. And I don’t have a clue what I am doing, but I am still doing it, and I need to get a grip and stop crazy jabbing my tongue into his mouth.

“Pumpkin.” There is a stray tear at the corner of his eye. I rub it out with my thumb.

“No tears. You don’t get to cry. Not when I’m here.” I mean it. He shouldn’t cry when I am right here to kiss everything better.

“Your boner is kind of stabbing me in the guts, man.”

Trust Matteo to ruin my perfect romantic, fuzzy headspace. Which inappropriately makes me burst out laughing.

“I suck at sex. Never done it. No clue what I am doing.”

“You’re horny and have a rock-solid boner. Good start, Pumpkin.” Fuck, he’s back being all twinkly and cute again. I’m fucked. I’m so fucked.

“Have you… done it?” Level with me here, baby, don’t make me say it out loud.

“Me? No. Kind of had a hand job from someone once, but it didn’t work out. I kind of freaked. And he kissed kind of funny. All wet and sloppy and… bleurgh.”

“Oh.” So, we are both fucked. What the hell happens now?

“I’m scared to even look at you, Pumpkin, because I will just come in my pants.”

Wearebothfucked. Because I just squirted a little pool of pre-come onto his stomach. I’m so fucking easy, me. He just says a few words and I am ready to shoot.

“Can I?” I whisper and let my finger hook under the waist of his underpants. Tugging suggestively which spurs him into action.

Gone. Just like that there is a fucking perfect cock in my hand. He’s not long, but he’s thick. Heavy in my palm, and I make some kind of a sound I can’t even describe if I try. It’s like I am trying to moan and swallow my tongue at the same time. I have Matteo’s cock in my hand and I am leaking onto his leg and fuck, I need something to hump against and what the hell do I do with my other hand?

Well, it takes two to tango and thank God Matteo seems to know what he’s doing, because he wraps one leg around my hip and grabs my wrist and slaps my hand down on his bum, and then we kind of crazy-hump each other with my tongue down his throat, and he is kind of eating my mouth out and fuck, his bum feels amazing under my hand and I think I may have just died.

Apart from that, my bed wouldn’t creak this badly in heaven and I kind of need to just dump the bed and put the mattress on the floor, because I fully intend to fuck this amazing man in my arms to kingdom come, and I think my Dad would kind of die with shame having to listen to the sounds we are making, and the damn bedpost now banging into the wall with every thrust.

He’s straddling me now. His whole body on top of mine and his eyes closed, and I can only describe his face as blissed out. He looks the same as I feel and it’s fucking stupidly sexy and if I wasn’t so bloody turned on, I would probably say something stupidly silly, because damn. Damn.

I do my come-face. The one where I scrunch my whole face up and scream silently into my fist. Apart from that, my fist is full of Matteo’s hair and my other hand is kneading the hell out of his bum, and my mouth is so full of him that I can barely breathe. I just come.

Blissfully ignorant of my own embarrassing self. I make sounds. Moan like I’m dying. I am. I’m dead. He’s killed me.

“Fuuuuccck!” I pant out.

“Ahjjjhgghhgh!” He shouts.

I’ve just made a slippery-slidey mess between us and Matteo is frantically humping in it which is just...Fuck. Damn.This. What thefuckare we doing?

But then he comes, and I almost squirt again, my cock twitching as his eyes roll back and I kind of give him some pathetic attempt at mouth to mouth through his orgasm. He’s definitely not faking it.Oh my God. Mamma Mia.

Because this is going to be amazing. I have all these things I want to do. I want to fuck him. Rim him. Blow him. Eat him out like a gourmet dinner. I want to taste his come. Lick his stomach clean after he has released all over himself. I want to pump it all out of him. Tease him and edge him until he is so fucking gone he can barely speak. I want to blindfold him and watch him come undone with just my tongue. I want to…

“Pumpkin.” He pants, and I kind of snap back into reality.

“Fuck you.” I smile. “Fuck, baby. Damn. I think you have just killed me. I can’t even think straight.”

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