Page 113 of Hoax and Kisses
I groan, falling back against the bed. This can’t be happening. I need him inside me. Now.
“I have an IUD. And, uh…” Gosh, I can’t believe I’m telling him this. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Jake was paranoid and refused to go without one. Still got tested after he and I split, but… yeah. I’m clear.”
“Are you…” Matt rubs a hand down his face and swallows tightly. “Zoé, wait.” He drops the empty box and scrambles onto the bed. “Are you sure?”
Heart hammering, I nod. “I need you, Matt.Please. I’ve never needed anybody so much in my life.” I can’t help but zero in on where he’s big and hard and so ready to push into me. “Please, honey.”
He exhales a sharp breath. “Fuck, you make me so weak when you beg. I haven’t been with anybody in a while either, and I did all the tests at my last check-up, so I’m good.”
“Perfect, then.” I wind my arms around his neck and bring him over me, moaning when the weight of his body crushes into mine.
With one hand wrapped around his length, he guides himself to my entrance.
“Shit, Zoé,” he pants into my neck as he eases into me in small pushes, giving me time to adjust between them. “You feel too fucking good.”
As the last word leaves him, he sinks deeper, filling every inch of me.
I choke out a gasp.
He stills above me and pulls back a fraction. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop.” I roll my hips, desperate to relieve the ache building in my lower belly.
I’m so full, and yet he’s not close enough. It’s like we’ve never fucked before. LikeI’ve never fucked. In so many ways, this feels brand new.
Matt moves above me in a lazy rhythm, pushing slow and deep with each thrust. He murmurs sweet things against my lips, words he’s never said out loud before—I need you, stay with me, you’re perfect for me. Does he realize the secrets he’s revealing so openly? Either way, I tuck them somewhere safe, collecting them like rare treasures for when I’ll need them again.
His back-and-forth motion intensifies, his thighs nudging mine wider apart as he works himself to the hilt, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me.
“I’m so close, honey,” I whimper, planting my nails in his arms.
Breathing ragged, he grasps my hips with more force, pressing into me, faster, harder. “I’m right there with you. Let me feel it. Let me have it.”
The sound of his voice, so raw, so desperate, brings me even closer to the precipice, and I tighten around him.
He lets out a grunt, his movements rougher. “Give me one more, beautiful. I know you can give me one more.”
Head lowered, he covers my nipple with his wet mouth and sucks hard.
I don’t stand a chance. Pleasure slams into me, stealing the air in my lungs as I’m pushed over the edge. I arch into him, into his mouth still clamped around my breast, into his hands as he holds me tightly to him, until my orgasm rolls over me in endless, delicious waves.
As my body goes limp, Matt’s movements grow jerkier, taut and short and so fucking perfect, sending my pleasure soaring again. He spills himself inside me with a shuddering groan that feeds my wildest fantasies. I’ll replay that sound over and over in my mind for years to come.
With a sigh, his shoulders relax, and he rolls onto his side, tugging me with him.
“We’re a mess,” I say, plucking away a strand of hair sticking to his cheek.
“Just how I like it,” he breathes, lowering his lips to mine. Even in this moment, he can’t help himself.
What starts as a soft, gentle kiss turns electric. He moves his hand to my neck, pressing his thumb beneath my chin and sliding his tongue along mine in a burning, irresistible demand.
“Maybe we should get something to eat,” I chuckle.
“Good call. I’m still hungry.”
He crawls back over me, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, elation bubbling up inside me. “Not like that. Arealmeal.”
“Fine.” He flops back next to me in defeat. “I can offer you frozen pizza or frozen meatballs.”
