Page 145 of Pucking Matt
I force him closer to me.
He says, “Are you trying to feel it for yourself?”
He presses his dick against me, and to fuck with him, I say, “I don’t feel anything.”
When frustration takes over his face, I grab his shirt and pull him down. “Come here, Matthew.”
I kiss him gently. He kisses me back without tongue. “We’re on a beach with an audience.”
“Sex on a beach is so romantic. Can you imagine?” I tease.
“Sex with you anywhere sounds perfect.”
“The sand is cold,” I mutter, so he stands up and offers a hand.
“Hop on my back,” he demands. I dust the sand off my back and then jump on him. He walks over to our shoes, grabs them, and kisses his mom on the cheek.
“Love you, Mom,” he calls out.
“Love you, honey,” she says keeping her eye on me.
As he walks us back to the hotel, I say, “I think I should walk. My skirt is probably up my back.”
He drops me to my feet as I adjust my skirt. He’s eyeing me, waiting impatiently. He grabs my hand and pulls me into the elevator where it all started a few hours ago.
As soon as the doors shut, I make the first move and kiss him. I lift his shirt to feel those abs I’ve been dying to touch. That gives him permission to explore me. His hands immediately go to my legs and up my skirt to grab my ass.
The elevator stops, but we know the hotel is empty enough to not care. We both glance out the elevator to the empty hall.
We’re glued by the lips, unable to stop ourselves. I giggle in his mouth when we finally make it into the room and lock the door. He takes off his shirt and I finally get a moment to look at him. But it’s cut short because our lips are fucking magnets. I can’t get enough. I jump on him, and he cups my ass. This time I’m unafraid of the skirt riding up my hips. He holds me against the wall, smashing our mouths together. His tongue is suffocating me, but I don’t care because I’m sucking on it. I’m all instinct right now, and I’m consumed of him.
He's holding me too high, and I want to feel his rock-hard abs, so I put my feet down and trace the definition of him with my fingertips.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is husky, and I’m turned on by it.
I move my hand to his waistband. I tease him with the tip of my finger. God, this is exhilarating. My finger is playing with fire. He is shaved from what I can tell. I keep it PG and run my hand over the top of his pants until I feel his hard length.
He’s watching me, not telling me to stop, so I grab it.
“Amber,” he warns, and I relish in knowing I have this power over him.
I glance up, meeting his glazed eyes. I whisper, “What do you want to do to me?”
He pulls my bottom lip with his and then says, “First, I want to hike up that skirt of yours and feel how wet you are, grab that beautiful ass, and kiss you while you moan in my mouth. I could make love to you right here, or we could take it the bed. I want to make you feel like you never have before.”
He reaches his hands between my legs, and I open them slightly to allow him. I’m back to kissing him with my tongue,sucking in his breath. He rubs the top of my underwear and asks, “Are you wearing a thong?”
I nod, kissing his neck.
He pushes it to the side as I moan against his ear. His touch is like magic. He’s not inside of me yet, instead, he’s rubbing over my clit, creating a deep aching need for him.
“Matt,” I moan in his mouth. His tongue is dancing against mine. He inserts a finger as my head rolls on the wall and I grind my hips on his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, pushing his finger deeper. The need I have for him thickens as he removes his finger and pulls my thong down my legs. I let it slip off as he rubs my clit again. Pleasure rips through me in waves.
“Baby, I can stop if you want me to.”
“Don’t fucking stop,” I moan, reaching for his pants. I unbutton them and reach inside of his boxers. A nice thick dick tucked between his legs is in my hand. “Matt,” I moan, feeling the length of him.
