Page 32 of Lovers' Dance

“Promise?” I asked in a small voice.

Matt pulled me against his naked body and kissed my temple softly. “I promise, poppet.”

It was the quickest shower known to man. Matt’s hands gliding intimately over my body with the help of soap was slowly driving me insane. I think he was losing his mind, too, as I ran my slippery hands over his upper torso. The courage to dare lower evaded me.

“We’re clean enough,” he said huskily, while the water rinsed the soap suds away. Ten seconds later the shower squeaked off and Matt lifted me into his arms. He took me into the bedroom. We were dripping wet as he laid me on top the pristine white sheets. Matt kissed me, claiming my mouth like a man possessed, while I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders. How could he do that? How could he turn my body into an inferno with a kiss? The feel of his nakedness pressing against mine was exhilarating. I squirmed under him, instinctively opening my legs as he tortured my lips with his own. When I felt his hardness pressing against me I stiffened, but his hands were caressing my sides, my hips, slipping under me, stroking my ass. His hands were everywhere. I was busy touching him, too, wildly running my fingers up and down his back, feather light touches across his unbelievably tight ass that turned into desperate gripping as he cupped one of my breasts.

“Please, Matt,” I begged. “Just do it. I can’t wait. Do it.”

Matt groaned, conflicted over my request. “Let me get you ready,”

“I am ready.” I moaned. There was a wetness between my legs that had nothing to do with the water from our shower. I arched myself against him, entwining my legs with his. Matt stilled for a second, then slowly rubbed himself against my moist opening with a movement of his hips. I gasped at the sensation. He did it again, eyes locked on my face as he watched my reaction to his movements.

“It will hurt a little,” he said in a voice hoarse with tightly reined passion.

I gulped and nodded. I knew it would hurt. “A little, just a little.”

Matt’s expression softened as he lowered his mouth to press a tender kiss to my lips. “More than a little, poppet. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. It’s impossible not to.”

I nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. It would hurt, he would cause me pain, but it was inevitable.

Matt rubbed his throbbing thickness over me again and again, then slipped in a little. He was keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows, but his large hands framed my face.

“Please, Matt,” I whispered.

He pushed in a bit more and I tensed up at the strange new feeling of him stretching me. It felt good. My flesh was aching, tingling bursts of pleasure shooting through every nerve in my body. Matt kept peering intently at me. I couldn’t look away from his gaze.

“Matt, please.”

“God, poppet, I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes had darkened to silver, flooded with desire, and only for me. I arched my hips upwards. Matt let out a loud groan and pushed his way deep inside my body in one smooth determined motion that ripped a shout of anguished torment from my lips.

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe through it,” he kept murmuring, while pressing soft kisses over my face. It burned, it hurt. The intrusion of his body deep inside the recess of my body was alien. I was biting down on my lower lip hard, trying not to cry out in discomfort as I inhaled raggedly.

“It hurts,” I rasped, hands digging into his sides.

“I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Matt rubbed his nose against mine, nuzzling my cheeks as he stayed motionless inside me, giving me a chance to get used to it. “It will get better. I promise. Breathe, poppet.”

I don’t know how long we laid there, him murmuring words of comfort while I tried to get used to the sensation of being joined intimately with someone.

“Better?” he finally asked when my breaths had stopped coming in ragged puffs. I nodded slowly and he smiled at me, before slowly withdrawing until only the tip of him remained inside my opening. Matt slanted his lips over mine as he moved his hips, sliding back inside me. The pain wasn’t as bad the second time around, and I wrapped my arms tight around him, rubbing my body into his. Matt gasped, nibbling my lips as he pulled out gently, then pushed back in with a tad more force. I moaned, partly in pain, partly in confusion at the strangeness of it. He was touching part of me that had known no touch before. It continued to burn, but the heat seemed to be emanating not just from myself, but from him, too.

“Madi, baby,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t—forgive me, but I have to—” He was holding himself rigidly on top me, fighting not to lose control. I wanted to see him lose control. I wanted to see that air of aloofness he wore fall away into nothing. I wanted this.

“Please, Matt,” I whispered, letting my hands glide up his back to tangle in his wet hair.

He groaned, began to move inside me, gentle thrusts of his hips that soon became more forceful. We were kissing each other, frantically kissing as he began to move with wild abandon and I writhed beneath him. His thrusts became more erratic, until he groaned deeply and shuddered violently as his flesh filled every bit of me. I felt his spasms inside me. The pulsating jerk of his climax as a burst of liquid heat flooded me, wave after wave. Matt trembled on top of me, his elbows looked like they were going to give way, and he turned over quickly so I lay atop him. He stroked my back, slow up and down motions that brushed over my ass ever so often.

“Oh, poppet,” he breathed, raising his head. “Did I hurt you badly?”

I shook my head, resting my chin on his chest. “Not much.”

“Liar,” he contradicted with a contrite expression. “Next time it will be easier.”

I pressed a kiss on his impressive chest, then another and another. “I think I might be too sore for that anytime soon.”

A rueful chuckle fell from his lips and he hugged me in the warmth of his arms. “I’ll run us a hot bath in a moment. Let’s stay like this for a while.”

I laid my head on his chest, listening to the dull beating of his heart. It was comforting, the constant sound putting me at ease. We must have lain there for fifteen minutes before he moved.

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