Page 86 of Exposed

I smiled up at him. “A thousand times yes. Now please fuck me.”

“That’s different too. You used to like it painfully slow. You loved when I cherished your body.”

“I still love that. But I’m so turned on I could cry.”

“I used to be scared of breaking you,” he said. He still didn’t increase his pace.

“You won’t.”

His eyes searched mine. “Then turn around.” He slowly slid out of me.

When I didn’t move right away, he lowered his eyebrows.

“On your hands and knees,” he said, his voice tight. “Face the wall.” He nodded to the opposite wall.

I pushed myself up and got on all fours.

He grabbed my hips and slammed into me. It was rough. Raw. Like when he’d fucked me in the auditorium. And against the wall outside. I loved when he was slow and loving. But God I loved this too.

The paint on his hips stuck to my ass as he took me from behind. I had a feeling that Matt preferred sex like this. That maybe he hadn’t quite been himself with me back then. But he could be himself now. I wanted him to be. We were both different now. But I was pretty sure we fit better than ever. And I loved this domineering side of him.

He pressed on my lower back, making me arch more. He groaned as I obliged.

I somehow felt 16 around him but also 32. And I knew it made no sense. But somehow it made perfect sense.

His fingers dug in to my hips so hard it almost hurt. And I loved every fucking second. I pushed against the cloth on the floor to match his thrusts, leaving green handprints. I looked down at the mess beneath us.

It was a beautiful mix of greens and blues. Some spots had turned into perfect turquoise chaos. And I wanted to frame this sheet. I wanted to remember him looking at my body for its differences instead of its similarities. I wanted to always remember him loving the real me.

I looked over my shoulder at him. The green paint mixed with the blue on his torso too.

He leaned forward and grabbed my breasts before pulling me up. My back hit his chest and somehow it made his cock feel even more amazing inside of me.

“Look what we made.” He whispered in my ear as his hands trailed down the front of my body. “We’re framing this, baby.”

He’d loved every second of tonight too. I stared down at what our bodies had made. With him deep inside of me.

His thumb fell to my clit, smearing paint where it really shouldn’t be. But I didn’t fucking care because…

“Yes!” I tilted my head back on his shoulder.

“That’s how I wanted you to say it.” He groaned as I pulsed around him. But he kept fucking me. “Get in the same position as before,” he said when I caught my breath.

I moved back to my hands and knees.

“No. When I was painting you.” He pulled out of me.

Oh.I flipped over, my ass smearing in the paint. I arched my back.

He grabbed his hard cock as he stared at me. He pumped his hand up and down. “I figure we already made a mess…” his voice trailed off. “Fuck.” His first shot of cum landed on my stomach. Another on my breast. And another and another.

God, watching him like that…I wanted him all over again. He’d listen to me talk about my past. I stared down at his cum mixing with the paint. But Matt was my present. And this felt very present to me.

His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath.

I went to sit up.

“Stop.”

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