Page 16 of Breaking Matt
I hated cooking. To me it was a chore I tried to avoid as much as I could. It was an added bonus, not that he needed it. He was good looking, nice and easy to talk to. And he could cook.
So what was wrong with him? No guy was this perfect. The only avenue we had yet to test was the bedroom. Would all of this lead to disappointment in the sack? He was an amazing kisser but it didn't necessarily mean it would equate to him being a good lover.
Those thoughts plagued my mind while we ate. I put my plate on the table when I was done. Matthew finished not long after me.
"Thank you," I said. "That was great."
"You're welcome."
"So I've told you about me. Do you have any siblings?" he asked.
I didn't like to reveal too much too soon. I didn't know him well enough to reveal the workings of my complicated family.
"I don't really like to talk about my family. I have a mom and dad. No siblings." I shrugged. He didn't really need to know more.
"Tell me something about yourself then?" he suggested, trying another avenue of conversation.
Usually when I dated a guy we were too busy making out and stuff like that to do too much talking; I liked it that way. And the only way to shut him up would be to put his mouth to better use.
I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what I needed to do as I shifted closer to him. Like before, the closeness pulled us together like a magnet. It was impossible to fight.
I leaned over to him and his hand cupped my neck, guiding me closer to him. His kissed me, shutting out the outside world. I needed more. I touched my tongue against his and he caressed mine with his.
Something ignited inside me and it burned for him. A need I had never experienced before took hold of me, making me grip his shirt to pull him closer. His free hand slipped under my shirt and his thumb caressed my side while he deepened the kiss. The slight touch of his hand against my skin was like an electrical shock going through me.
I groaned as I allowed the want of him to sweep over me like a tidal wave I had no power to withstand. I was usually the aggressor, but Matthew took control and I found myself on my back with him above me. But now it didn't matter. All that did was finishing what I had started.
I wanted him.
"Bedroom," I mumbled against his mouth and I felt the momentary coolness when he moved off me but moments later he picked me up.
I wrapped my legs around him while tightening my arms around his neck, covering his mouth with mine. I grinned against him as he carried me into my bedroom. It was only when he slid me down to my feet that he hesitated. "Are you sure—"
I pulled him down to kiss me. This was what I wanted.
After a flurry of activity of shirts being pulled off and jeans being unbuttoned, we found ourselves on my bed. He undid my bra and I let it fall free. His hand reached out and cupped one of my breasts, brushing his thumb over the nipple. Hot need pooled between my thighs. I pushed him down and straddled him, wanting to take control and ease the ache he had created. He had a hard, defined six-pack. I ran my hands over it lightly. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the touch.
"I want you now," I said, making sure he had explicit confirmation I wanted this to happen. There was no indecision from me.
"Condom," he murmured before I kissed him briefly.
I reached out a hand and fished a foil packet from my bedside table. Next I was flat on my back and he was sliding my underwear down my legs. He discarded his boxers.
He took the foil packet and opened it, sliding the protection on.
I lay back, allowing him to part my legs with his knee. I reached for him as he lay over me. My legs held his hips securely as he lined himself up with me.
"Are you sure?" he asked. It was my last out but I had no need for it.
In response I pushed up and felt him enter me. With that he lost control and joined us together in one swift motion.
I gasped at the fullness and began to pant as our bodies moved together toward the release we both needed. His mouth was hot against my skin as his powerful body rocked into mine. I wrapped my arms around him, needing him as close as we could be.
His pace quickened and I could feel the buildup. I was hanging on by a thread, my hands gripping his shoulders when he pushed into me. I felt myself shatter. The climax throbbed through me and I closed my eyes as I rode the release.
Matthew followed soon after as he tensed above me before he slumped over me. I wrapped my arms around him.
Chapter Five
