Page 176 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

I didn’t care about the why, couldn’t give a rat’s ass we were just shouting at each other. All my brain could focus on was the sensation of him pressed against me. His hand was no longer flat against the wall, it had now crept over to push the door closed. Matt spun me around to face him and that blasted stubble made me weak in the knees as I watched him from wide eyes. I had fallen prey to his sexy stubble spell once more. We stared at each other; I was still unsure, but Matt’s expression showed only raw desire. God help me.

Never breaking eye contact he leaned in. Slow enough to give me a chance to twist my head away from the certain kiss he was about to lay on me. I thought about turning away, for all of a nanosecond. Turn away from his lips? I was stupid, but notthatstupid, and his stubble kisses were amazing. Shame I didn’t actually get one. Matt lowered his face until his nose brushed my neck, then he inhaled deeply. If the door wasn’t behind me, I would have promptly fallen to the floor from the sensations it evoked. When he pressed a light kiss across my skin, well, my brain shut down and I started operating on pure instincts. My hands which had been clenched were suddenly tugging his t-shirt free, while his hands were roughly lifting up my dress as he continued to nibble on my neck. Exactly how his jeansended up undone, and me hoisted up against the door with my legs wrapped around his waist was a fuzzy process. Matt’s touch was lethal, there was no defence against it.

I said nothing as he held me up with one arm while shoving his jeans halfway down his thighs. I said nothing when he yanked my panties to the side while blazing a trail of scorching kisses across my cheek until finally claiming my lips with his own. I said sweet fuck all when his hardness brushed against my slick entrance before he eased into my body with a deep groan. I said nothing, but the noises coming from me were answer enough.

The feel of him stretching my flesh to accommodate his length and girth was downright heavenly. The first determined stroke from him, pure ecstasy. The low ragged moan that escaped his lips heightened my desire in such a way I could only breathlessly echo the sound. This was a new experience, getting shagged against my front door. Of course, I was coming before Matt even finished his seventh stroke. Embarrassing, yes, but I blamed it on weeks of celibacy. Plus his stroke game was exquisite, I had nothing to compare it too, but that didn’t matter. He was a sex-god.

Crying out in pleasure, my hands dug into his shoulders as I shuddered between the heat of his flesh and the hard wood pressing against my back. Matt caught my lower lip between his teeth, giving a not-so-gentle nip that elicited a husky whimper from me. Balancing me in his arms he shuffled walked us over to the couch where he dropped to his knees and deposited me on the cushions. An unhappy frown graced my lips at the separation of our bodies.Wait, what in the hell were we doing?

Matt’s hands were busy tugging on the ties for my dress. All that time spent practising earlier was for naught as he manhandled the material open. The look on his face was a dark one as his gaze travelled my still shaking form. I wanted to say something, to question the wisdom of what we were doing; but he lowered his mouth to my lace-covered breasts and logic went out the window. Moist. Warm. So damngood. Those were the only thoughts in my mind while Matt sucked and gently bit on my hardened nipples through my bra. His hands were almost frantic in their journey over my body, and mine were lost in the thickness of his hair. A soft groan came from me when I felt his fingers, rough with intent, tugging my underwear off. Matt raised his head from my aching right nipple andbegan to lick his way downwards. Another groan fell from my lips as I instinctively arched my body towards him. Keeping his eyes on me, he grabbed my thighs and spread my legs forcefully. Lightly tracing the top of my stockings with his thumbs, he bent his head. The first touch of his mouth over my throbbing flesh had me jerking upright. One of his hands shot up to push me back against the couch and he flicked his extremely talented tongue exactly where it was needed. My eyelids slipped closed after a few deft swipes of his tongue, then he stopped. What-why?

Opening my eyes in confusion, I peered down at his face nestled between my legs. Holding my gaze his tongue resumed its task. A hoarse sigh of delight was all I could muster and my eyelids fluttered before closing once more. Matt stopped again! Christ almighty. Why? I opened my eyes and glared at him, to which he arched an eyebrow before swirling his tongue over my flesh then sucking gently. Ok. I understood. Eyes open and on him equalled love licking. Closed eyes got me nothing. Right. I was on board now, but it was hard work. Every touch of his lips and tongue had me gasping out, had my muscles clenched tightly as he pleasured me at his leisure. After my second orgasm, Matt stripped off his clothes, and keeping my legs wide open; he eased his hard flesh inside me. His gaze never wavered from mine, and if I dared close my eyes he would stop. Needless to say, I kept those peepers open.

It was weird. Great, physically satisfying; yet weird. The only sounds were our combined moans of pleasure; no murmurs of love, of soft worship. Matt said nothing, and I feared if I uttered a word he would disappear like in my dreams. So I allowed the gasps, the carnal cries, the high-pitched screams when we both climaxed violently.

But no words left my lips. He collapsed on top of me, his breaths ragged against my neck, skin flushed and covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Tentatively, I raised my hand to his head. Sinking my fingers in his hair I relaxed only when he sighed softly. We stayed like that for a while. Both silent as I ran one hand through his now unkempt locks and stroked his back with the other. Then he shifted and took the familiar feel and heat of his body away from mine, leaving me bereft. Flustered and uncertain, I observed him as he rose to his feet.

What had we done?Well, it was obvious what we’d just done, butwhy had we done it? Matt ran both hands through his hair before he looked down at me. I closed my legs and looked away, perhaps ashamed. I honestly didn’t know how to feel. From my peripheral vision his hand moved, held out towards me. My gaze returned to his face. We stared at each other for a charged moment, the air thick with unspoken things. Then I raised myself off the sofa and took his hand. Matt pulled me into the curve of his arm before starting us towards the stairs. The trip up was filled with deep kisses and stumbling steps. My bra came off somewhere in between, as did the heels, and my stockings were hanging off the banister.

“Matt,” Drawing to a stop, I tried to put some distance between our naked bodies. He pulled me towards the open bedroom door.

“I don’t want to talk,” he said, gruff and heated as he kissed my neck and continued moving us forward.

I resisted. He didn’t want to talk? The words spilled out my mouth before I could stop them. “So you just want to fuck?”

Matt raised his head from the crook of my neck. The look he gave me, it put me on guard at once. “When have we ever just fucked?” he asked angrily.

I bit my lip, knowing from the tightness of his jaw he was insulted and pissed off.

He glanced down at his semi-hard cock before saying, “Give me about twenty minutes,” Then practically dragging me over to the bed he continued. “And I’ll bloody show you the difference, you daft woman.”

“Screw you, Matt.”

“Don’t worry,” he ground out, tipping me back on to the mattress then covering my body with his own, too quick for me to escape. “You will.”

He smashed his mouth over mine, grinding my lips open. Merciless and forceful, the kiss was meant to punish me, I knew that, but that darned stubble of his. I matched his fervour with my own, eagerly allowing his tongue entrance even as my mind wailed in reproach. Matt pulled back, surprised it seemed at my reaction. He tensed, his features twisted into a pained expression, his eyes filled with shadows before he stroked a thumb gently over my cheek and lowered his lips once more. He took his time, slowly exploring the contours of my mouth while moving us further up the bed. I moaned against his lips, my hands willingly seeking out the lines of his body,reacquainting myself with his athletic frame. I missed this. I missedhim.

Matt let out a grumble when I wriggled out from under him, but he stopped when I twisted us over so my naked body straddled his. Yeah, he wasn’t complaining now. It was my turn to drive him insane. He didn’t want to talk? Huh, when I got finished with him I would have him speaking in tongues. Mmm, tongues. Licking and nibbling a moist path down his chest, I felt satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath and the way he thrust his groin against me.

I’ll admit to becoming a bit crazed at this point. Vacillating wildly between righteous anger and overwhelming lust, with a touch of jealousy in there. The image of his hand on that woman’s back still pissed me off. Who the fuck did he think he was? Coming over here with my mail then sexing me up against the front door? Refusing to believe what was right in front his eyes? My innocence of any infidelity.

I was going tobreakhim. Yes. He would be begging me to come home when I got through with his sexy ass.

My hand wrapped around his arousal, firm in its grip, and he bit his lips as I continued my downward journey. The first swirl of my tongue around the head of his cock had him swearing softly. When I took him in my mouth, he swore much louder. One of his hands wound itself tightly in my hair, tight enough to make my eyes water and form a wince on my face. With just an edge of teeth in warning across his aroused flesh, Matt’s grip eased up immediately. Then tightened again moments later when I found a smooth rhythm which tore harsh gasps from him.

“Fuck.” he exclaimed, voice hoarse with pleasure and body rigidly prone on the mattress.

I rolled my eyes upwards to watch the varying changes in his features as I alternated my technique at my leisure. Matt wasn’t about to come so soon after the sexing downstairs. Hand and mouth combination, followed by some side-on tongue only action, some gentle nibbling here; I was thoroughly enjoying the feel and taste of him. Eventually, after a long slurping while, I could feel the ache blossoming in my jaw and released Matt’s cock from my mouth.

“Poppet,” he pleaded huskily, his whole body was tense and his hand fisted in my hair as he guided my head back down.

My jaw ached something fierce, but he called me poppet; thatdeserved more mouth loving. Determined to make him scream, to torment the shit out of him, I sucked the head of his cock and pulled back. My plan of teasing him came to an abrupt end when Matt groaned loudly as his hand tightened almost painfully in my hair and he spurted a stream of jizz right at me. It got everywhere, my face, my neck, my left ear; even my recently washed hair. Of course, my first instinct had been to pull back screaming:my eye, my eye, you jizzed my eye!Unfortunately for me, his grip had been unrelenting on my head so I couldn’t have escaped the eruption even if I tried, and it hadn’t really goneinmy eye, just very close, too damned close. I blinked at him in shock as he took laboured breaths and finally released his hold on my hair.

Matt relaxed against the pillows, eyelids still fluttering with orgasmic bliss, then he gave me a sheepish look with an accompanying shrug and said, “Took me by surprise that.”

I sat back on my knees, glanced at his twitching cock then back at his face with his come dripping off mine. He didn’t smile, but amusement shone from his hooded eyes as he regarded his handiwork. Matt crooked a finger at me.

“By surprise?” I asked, reaching for the bottom edge of the sheets to wipe myself.

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