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A blush heats my wind-whipped cheeks. “Circle back around to that? I really want to be inside you.”
In contrast, I also really want to hold his hand, but we're both limiting contact to keep our arousal in check. Why does this walk feel so long?
“I'm going to drive you insane with questions.” Several more are just dying to come out, but I'm trying to pace myself.
Matty's eyes soften in a way that has my feet locking in place. We both stop, and Matty cradles my cheeks in his hands. They're warm to the touch from his palms and chilled at his fingertips.
“Ask me as many questions as you need. About sex. Aboutmy body. I want you completely comfortable and on board with everything we do.”
I want to kiss him so badly, and when his gaze drops to my mouth, I figure he's thinking the same thing.
Before we have a chance to get carried away, I duck my head and kiss his palm.
“You said something once about all of your holes being open for play ...” Just saying it out loud has me breaking into a sweat and blushing like a virgin. “But do you have a preference? I know you like having your ass fingered ...”
Matty rises forward and drops a chaste kiss to my mouth, a happy hum slipping through his lips.
“I very much like my ass being played with, but when it comes to penetration, I want your dick in my hole. Though, I wouldn't say no to being fingered while you fuck me. I'm so goddamn horny for you, Lee.”
He says it with the biggest smile on his face, no reservations.
“I kinda got that after the Black Room.”
There’s not a hint of shyness, just Matty’s smile growing a little more wicked as he leans in close and sneaks his fingers beneath the hem of my sweatshirt.
“It’s been an enlightening night,” he whispers in my ear, and I wrap my arms around his waist to keep him close. We can survive a few extra minutes. “Asking me to be your doll was sexy.”
It was done entirely in the moment, too. I don’t have some secret doll kink or anything like that, but Matty has just been so pliant and willing tonight that when he begged me to use him, all I could think about was him sitting there waiting for me. Everything aside from his own breathing being given to me.
“Would you like to try it again?”
He pulls back so I can see the lust pooling in his mahogany eyes. “Absolutely. I’ll be your little fuck doll whenever you want.”
I drag my touch up his body, feeling every little shiver beneath my fingertips. “Where have you been hiding this horny little devil, huh, Princess?”
There's pain hidden in the way he looks at me, but I'm not going to push. Not tonight.
“He's been waiting a long time for someone to let him out.” His voice is so soft, so full of meaning, something I can't place, and my resolve shatters.
I grasp his face in my hands and kiss his perfect fucking mouth.
His hands climb under my shirt, caging me to him with a possessive desperation. It doesn’t matter that our night has been filled with eroticism and exploration; this right here is the most sensual I’ve felt in a long time.
Matty is soft, but strong. Letting me take the lead but holding his ground. Begging but offering all at once.
This thing that has been building between us is at its crest, and we’re too bullheaded and strong willed to go under the current but reckless enough to let it sweep us along.
“If you’re going to let me in your body,” I say, licking into his mouth and barely pausing to breathe. “I’m going to finally get my mouth on you first.”
He shudders in my hold and breaks away to thump his head on my chest. His breaths are coming hard and heavy, and his arms shake where they’re positioned around me.
“Matty?”
“Take me home,” he says with his face pressed to my shirt. “Take me home, Lee.”
I don't tell him about the burst of happiness that goes offin my chest at the mention of home. Notmyhome. Just home.
Ours.
