Page 123 of Lovers' Dance

Matt took two more steps and smiled at me, an enticingly sexy smile that made my panties wet. “Do you trust me, poppet?”

“Yes, but we’ll take it slow.”

Matt nodded, closing the distance between us in a couple of strides. “We’ll start slow, poppet, then we’ll see how things progress.”

That sounded fine to me. I splayed my hands across his chest and went up on tiptoes. Matt bypassed my trembling mouth to kiss the edge of my jaw. I shuddered in delight at the sensation. Then he pulled back.

“Take your clothes off,” he said in a strained voice.

Seven seconds: I think that was all it took for me to get naked. Matt’s eyes devoured me. I couldn’t wait for him to use more than his eyes. It wasn’t a long wait. He rested his hands on my shoulders, running them up and down my arms. Then he gripped my hips and yanked me up against the hard lines of his body.

He kissed me. I kissed him back. But I wanted the last piece of clothing between us gone. I gripped the bottom of his boxers and tugged, slowly. Matt groaned into my mouth. I kept tugging them down until his throbbing hardness sprung free, jerking against my stomach. I pulled away from his soft lips so I could help him get them off.

Finally. We were both naked. Matt moved behind me, I made a sound of protest. I wanted to see him, to stare at his yummy goodness, but he had other ideas. Matt brushed my hair aside and began kissing the back of my neck, while his other hand trailed over my stomach, inching up until he grazed the underside of my right breast. I inhaled sharply, waiting for that light touch to increase in pressure. It didn’t, and I pushed seductively back against him. Matt’s tongue licked a fiery path over my shoulder. I gasped softly. His hand slid back down, past my stomach. The air froze in my lungs as, without warning, he slipped a finger inside me. Matt groaned.

“I love that,” he whispered over my skin. “You’re so wet for me, always ready for me, poppet.” Matt moved us closer to the bed. With a finger still inside my pulsing flesh, he did two actions at once: bent me over the bed and pushed my feet apart with his, so I ended up in an—ahem—unladylike position. Matt pulled his finger away and, seconds later, I could feel his throbbing flesh pushing into mine. I was wet enough for him to slide a couple of inches in, stretching my entrance with the slightest of resistance. Matt was big and I knew what was coming.

“Matt.”

“Don’t be nervous, poppet,” he said in a ragged voice, easing back until only the tip of him remained inside. I was off balance in my position. He grabbed my hips with both his hands and yanked me back as he thrust forward, slamming home in one eye-popping go. My body was obviously further along than my brain, because my brain was yelling ‘Whoa there, big boy’, while my body was screaming ‘yeeesss.’

“That’s not starting slow,” I finally managed to squeeze out as my inner walls spasm around him. Matt filled me so completely he was hitting all my spots and my knees were buckling. It felt like forever since we had done this.

Matt pulled out slowly, exhaling loudly as he tightened his hold on my hips and said, “Poppet, this is slow in comparison to what’s going to happen tonight.”

He didn’t give me a chance to say anything more. In fact, I seriously doubted I was capable of speech at that moment. Matt possessed me, that was the only way to describe it. He took my body and made it his own. I forgot about his crazy ex, about Grumps’s conversation with me…hell, I forgot my damned name. Only after I’d orgasmed for the third time did Matt pause.

“Poppet.” He groaned shakily. “Are you still with me?”

My face was pressed into the mattress, my body convulsing from the pleasure. Only Matt’s hold around my stomach was keeping me halfway off the bed. My legs were jelly and useless at this point.

“Nngh.” I grunted and Matt laughed. He eased me onto the bed, turning me over and collapsing by my side as he got his breathing under control. Matt began running his hand slowly over my body and I groaned in desperation. Too much, it was too much too soon.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses across my damp cheek. Matt was stroking my sensitive flesh, every touch made me jerk and moan. Feeling embarrassed over the copious amount of moisture from my orgasms that was probably coating his hand was beyond me at this moment—until he dragged that hand up my body, rubbing the evidence of my climaxes over my stomach, my breasts, and smearing it all over my mouth.

The fuck.

“Matt,” I spluttered, and he turned my face into his with his damp fingers and kissed me deeply, licking at my lips as if it was honey he’d smeared over them.

“Mmm.” He groaned huskily, grey eyes intent on my shocked face. Fuck me.That shit was hot.And we’d only started…

The alarm blared loudly. Matt reached up to turn it off with one hand. We were on the floor, having fallen off the bed about two hours ago. He was right: My bed was too small.

“Poppet,” he murmured, wrapping a finger around one of my wild curls. I hadn’t slept at all. I was too astounded to raise my head from his chest and look at him right now. In fact, I think my face was stuck to his chest. We were both sweaty and sticky. Remembering how we got that way made my face heat up. No, I couldn’t look into his eyes yet. He had done things, things I didn’t even know were physically possible. I guess my being a limber dancer helped.

“Madi.” He curled both arms around me.

“Yes, Matt?” I replied meekly.

“Are you blushing?”

“No,” I denied it, but he must have been feeling the heat from my face on his chest. Matt chuckled and tried to lift us both up. It took a bit of manoeuvring, interspersed with our mutual groans of aches and pains.

“God, Matt,” I said, trying and failing to meet his eyes. “That was—what we did was—”

“Bloody amazing?” he suggested, gripping my hair back with both hands and leaning forward to kiss along my neck. “Fucking fantastic, maybe?”

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