Page 88 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Will you behave?” he asked again as his moist tongue circled my inner ear.

Another shake of head from me and I felt his mouth stretch into a smile. Matt pulled away and leaned forward to get Dan’s attention. Straightaway the music was silenced.

“Dan,” Matt drawled. “Will you be so kind as to pull on to that shoulder there?”

My eyes widened as the car slowed down then pulled into the shoulder.

“Do you still smoke, Dan?” Matt asked with a grin.

“I’m trying to cut back, Mr Bradley.” Dan answered. “I know you’re not too keen on the smell.”

“No, I’m not particularly. A cigar on the rare occasion is perfectly fine though.” Matt confirmed genially. “Why don’t you go take a walk? Have a smoke if you so choose. Just keep your mobile handy, I’ll call you.”

“Matt,” I said, even as Dan was already disembarking the vehicle. Only when the driver’s door slammed close did Matt turn his attention back to me.

“So,” he murmured, closing the distance between us.

“You sent him out on the road.” I was trying for reproach but my damned voice was still breathy. “That’s not-”

His index finger silenced me. “I’m all for equality between the sexes, poppet,”

Matt’s free hand resumed its travels under my dress.

“Me too.” I squeaked against his finger when his hand hit jackpot. God. Hands, his hands won, well,hands down.

“But, and I’m deadly serious now,” he warned. “When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it.”

“Bossy.” I muttered and jerked back. “You’re still so bossy.”

His tongue traced his lower lip. “Determined, poppet, not bossy. Now take your knickers off.”

In an ideal world I would’ve snorted in disbelief, made a cutting remark, told him he couldn’t order me around like that. In reality, our reality, I hastily wriggled out my panties and flung them at his head.

“Good wife,” he said with a smirk. “Now lift this leg up here,”

I did and that smirk was wiped off his face completely. Replaced by something raw, visceral, and altogether enough to trigger the precursor to a mini-explosion inside me. Matt, being the only one to ever see my come face, besides God and the Angels…oh crap. I needed to go to Church. Matt knew every expression, every minute detail, every sound that signified my growing desire.

“Not yet, poppet.” he whispered throatily while undoing the button of his jacket then making short work of his belt.

This was good. He was going to shag me into oblivion. Thedetermination on his face was a dead giveaway to his intent. I needed this to take the edge off before the anniversary party. I really needed this.

“Deeper?” he asked breathlessly, God only knows how long after.

If all the windows were fogged up I couldn’t tell, the tint on the front side windows and windscreen were just this shy of being illegal in the UK.

“Yes!” I cried out, burying my face into the heaven that was his neck.

His strokes became forceful, went much deeper and I grunted from the impact yet welcomed it. My bodywasmade for him. Then we were both moaning in unison, grasping tightly at each other in the backseat of his car like horny teenagers as the wave of shared pleasure crashed over us, leaving us adrift in an ocean of satisfaction.

When things began to make sense again, I chuckled lightly as I ran my hand through Matt’s tousled hair. He raised his head from where it rested across my chest and gave me a thoroughly male grin, smug as shit. It was there. I felt it. The inexplicable ease between us, the comfort that had been there since the first night we met…it was back.

“Hello, stranger,” I whispered.

“Hello.” he replied huskily.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I know, poppet. I’ve missed you too.”

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