Page 36 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“W-warm and fuzzy?” I tugged on his hair and he winked at me.

“Hot and bothered, poppet.” he amended, then started pressing kisses between my breasts before resting his chin there. “My very own valley of comfort.” He proceeded to kiss his way down to my stomach. “The plains of anticipation,” he murmured as he scooted further down the bed. He palmed my stomach, slowly brushing his hand side to side. “I love your skin, the softness of it, the way it looks against mine, the scent…I love the way you smell,” Matt glanced up at me, a possessive look in his eyes as he swirled his tongue lower down my stomach. “The way you taste.”

There was something in my throat stopping me from making some witty retort. Something was choking me and that something was pure lust. Matt kept licking down my body, wiggling my legs open with purpose.

“The source of my ultimate pleasure,” he whispered hoarsely as he dipped his head. The sensation of his tongue teasing my soft flesh had me biting my lip. “I could spend all day tasting you,” he murmured as he buried his tongue inside me. I gasped and felt him smile.

“Ah, what else?” I asked quickly. Matt ignored me, choosing instead to continue tasting me. “What about - God!”

I had one hand digging into his shoulder while the other clasped his head closer. It felt so good. His mouth did things to me, made me ache. Matt’s tongue was very thorough and before I knew it my legs were shaking uncontrollably, my hips bucking wildly, my bodymelting on his tongue. This time it wasn’t a blinding light but a spectrum of colours. Maybe because my eyelids were squeezed shut so tightly. And still he didn’t stop, in fact, his tongue became even more insistent as he lapped at my quivering flesh. I prised my eyes opened when Matt rested his head against my limp thigh.

“Absolutely delicious.” he informed me and swept his tongue across his glistening mouth then sucked his bottom lip in as if savouring the taste.

“Nnngrh.” It was supposed to be ‘damn’, obviously the link from the command centre in my brain to my vocal chords was temporarily disconnected.

Matt caressed my legs. “And these sexy - (kiss) - legs. Hmm, nothing better than having them wrapped around my waist as I shag you.”

“Mnngrh.” That was my attempt at the words ‘no more’.

Matt moved from between my legs and crawled up to lie besides me. He gently turned me on my side and slipped one of his legs between mine as he spooned me. He gripped my butt and kneaded the fleshiness while pressing his erection against me.

“And your arse. Jesus, poppet. What can I say except it is the best arse I’ve ever had the luxury of touching.”

“Mhwanks.” My post-orgasm version of ‘thanks’.

Matt found the right angle and eased his hard cock into my quivering flesh, slowly sliding in and out as he grabbed my hand. The completely obscene squelching sound only turned us on more.

“But your hands,” He brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles, sucking my fingers, licking my wrist. “I bloody adore your dainty hands.” He laced our fingers together, still maintaining his slow and steady movements. “It’s hard to expl- mmm, do that again.”

I rolled my hips slowly.

“Where was I now?” Matt licked the magnetic spot between my neck and shoulder. “Yes, your hands. I love the way they feel in mine, the way you touch me. Your hand gestures, you talk with your hands, poppet. Are you aware of that?”

“Wh- what about the non-physical side?” I stammered out, wanting him to go faster. I started pushing back forcefully against him, taking control of our coupling.

Matt nipped my neck sharply, laughing when I jerked in surprise. “Ah, well, let’s see, hmm, you can spell. And by that I mean the proper denotation of UK English.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “That’s it? I can spell?”

“It’s a great skill to have, poppet. You wouldn’t believe how many people are incapable of spelling words correctly.”

“Shut up, Matt. Just shut up and sex me.”

“Your wish is my command.” he drawled in amusement. Then he shut up and we sexed each other to sleep.

I was alone in bed. Alone, naked and sticky. Oh and I stunk of sex. I inhaled deeply, face pressed into Matt’s pillow. Maybe he had used science to addict me to his scent. A few strategically placed chemically enhanced aromas around my house in the early days of our relationship and hey presto, I was hooked. Someone knocked on the door and it swung open as I jerked upright.

“George!” I yelled, clutching the sheets to my chest. “What on earth is wrong with you?”

He balanced the tray with one hand and walked over to the breakfast table and chairs. “It’s just past 10:30, Ms DuMont. You should be up and about.”

A memory of the first morning I awoke in Matt’s bed flitted through my mind. There was still a hint of reproach in George’s tone, some things never changed.

“You need to work on your bedside manners.” I groused as he placed the tray on the table.

“Mr Bradley has never had reason to complain about my behaviour.” he retorted dryly. “Now please eat your breakfast.” He turned on his heels to leave but stopped to pick up, oh God, George had my panties and bra in one hand and Matt’s slacks in the other.

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