Page 37 of Fall Into You
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear before kissing a trail down my neck to my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful.”
My heart starts doing Olympic-level backflips, and I ask myself how the hell I got so lucky to find someone as incredible as Matt as I pull his mouth back to mine and push his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it aside. He slips my tank top off and groans at the sight of my bare chest.
“Fuck,” he exhales.
“C’mere,” I beg, pulling him to me. I frantically start to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top, as he pulls its tails from his pants and starts unbuttoning it from the bottom. Our hands meet, and he takes his shirt off in one fell swoop, moving his hands to quickly unbuckle and unzip his pants. I help work his pants and underwear down, breathless, but they get stuck at his feet. “Shoes,” I say against his chest as I kiss it. “Shoes, shoes.”
“Fuck,” he says again, panting, and pushes me softly away so he can bend over and remove them, but I press a hand against his chest.
“Let me,” I say, kissing down his chest, his stomach, until I’m kneeling in front of him, taking him in my mouth. Matt lets out a primal groan, his head snapping back, hands falling on the wall for support. I’m on my knees, but he’s the one at my mercy—and I’m drunk on the power. His hands slip into my hair but just enough to pull it away so he can see me. He doesn’t push down or try to control the speed or depth. He’s letting me run this show for now. When I feel his body start to tense, and his moans get louder, I release him and untie his shoes, remove his socks, and finally relieve him of his pants.
Matt pulls me up by the shoulders and pushes me against the wall. “Want you so bad,” I say against his lips. “Need you now,” I moan. I do my best to quickly peel my leggings off my legs and look graceful while doing it, but it’s impossible. We both laugh a little as I stumble and almost knock over the table by the entrance. “Sorry,” I chuckle.
“Don’t be,” he says with a smile, standing naked in front of me in more ways than one. “Come here,” he says softly, sticking out his hand. I take it, and he pulls me into him softly, and I lay my head against his chest, inhaling his signature scent.
He holds me for a moment, our naked bodies intertwined, before bringing his lips back down to mine.
We seem to slow down now, our kisses deeper, more intense, as the reality that we’re about to have sex for the first time sinks in. We’ve both just realized that, however much we’ve been wanting this, however much we’ve been thinking about it, we want to savor it and not have it wasted on a quick fuck against the wall by my front door. We both deserve better, and so does our relationship.
You mean something to me, his kisses tell me.
This is important to me,my moans assure him.
Suddenly, Matt’s hands glide to the backs of my thighs, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his hard, muscular body. He walks us toward my bedroom, toward the bed that he unknowingly built forus, where he lays me down gently on my back and proceeds to lie down next to me.
I look up into his eyes and press a hand to his cheek, his beard soft against my palm. “What’s wrong?” I ask when I see his brows furrow, his lips part as if about to say something.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head at me. “I just can’t believe this is finally happening.”
He looks like he wants to say more but decides to kiss my neck and roll on top of me instead, distracting me from any further line of questioning I want to throw at him.
“I need you,” I say again. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and tugs with his teeth, and I squirm and gasp at the mixture of pleasure and pain. I can feel him smile against me before he starts to kiss down my chest and stomach, his destination clear, but I stop him. All this buildup has made me feel crazy with need, my skin tingling, hands shaking. “No.” I shake my head. “I need you inside menow.” He looks like he wants to fight me on this, but ultimately, with my permission, his own hunger overpowers his need to please me with his mouth. “You make me so crazy,” I confess. “I feel electric.”
His lips crash over mine as I feel his weight on top of my body, pressing me down into the mattress,and it feels amazing. “Condom?” he whispers against my lips.
“You didn’t bring one?” I ask, panicking.
“I—I didn’t want to assume,” he says. “I didn’t want to jinx it, either.”
I groan. “I thought you weren’t superstitious.”
“I wasn’t gonna take any chances with you,” he grunts out.
“Ugh, Matt. I don’t have any condoms, either.” I whine.
We stare at each other, eyes wide, and he frowns when he sees my pleading expression. “No way,” Matt says. He tries to push off me, but I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him, holding him to me, feeling himjust there, just at my entrance. “No way, Liza.” He shakes his head in a panic.
“But Matt,” I say, kissing down his neck and licking him from his collarbone to just below his ear. He groans like he’s in pain and presses his forehead to the side of my face. “I immediately got tested after I found out about Jeremy and the redhead. Plus, I’m on the pill.” He’s quiet, but his hips start involuntarily thrusting lightly, teasing me.
“I mean, I’ve been tested since the last time I had sex, but…” He groans when I bite his earlobe and tug. “Fuck, Liza.”
He places one forearm on either side of my face, caging me in. “You really want this?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I say, repeating his words back to him with the same intensity. “I want to feel you, skin on skin.”
“Oh, Jesus,” he says as he sinks slowly into me, little by little, as my body adjusts to his, stretching. He starts with slow, small thrusts, and we get lost in each other when I finally get used to his size. We’re a blur of arms and legs, a symphony of moans and whispered words of devotion and promises. It’s a constant struggle to try and slow down and enjoy the moment while wanting to speed up at the same time, but we manage it.
At a certain point, he rolls us over, me on top of him. Matt sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck as he thrusts from below me. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I start to meet his rhythm.
