by Megan Hart
It felt as good as she’d imagined. Better, in fact. Matt’s fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed gently, then more firmly. His tongue stroked hers as his fingers dipped down into her pussy to fill her. He fucked into her gently with two fingers, his thumb pressing in gorgeous, perfect counterpoint on her clitoris, and Melissa shook with the pleasure.
“Good?” Matt murmured into her mouth.
“Very,” she whispered, and tilted her hips to give him more access. “Deeper.”
Again, he gave her what she wanted. Needed. Craved. They’d already had four days of foreplay, and Melissa had spent the entire day imagining what it would be like to have sex with Matt. She was so close to tipping into orgasm already from just this simple exploration of her body that she put her hand on his wrist and looked at him.
“You want me to slow down?” he asked.
“It’s so good already, that’s all.”
Matt shot her a super sexy grin. “Believe me, Melissa, I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself, here.”
She laughed. “Oh, Matt.”
“I’m serious.” He pressed a kiss to her throat, then her breasts, then slid down her body to draw a line with his tongue along her belly. He stopped at her hip, his fingers still stroking gently.
She looked down at him. “I promise to judge you on quality, not quantity, okay?”
He laughed and turned his face into her hip to bite it gently. “Good to know. So if I finish in like, half a minute, that’ll be okay?”
“It’s sort of…oh…” She breathed out on a wave of pleasure as his thumb rubbed her clit in small circles. Her thigh muscles leaped and her hips bucked the tiniest amount. “Flattering.”
“I want to taste you,” Matt said in a low voice.
“Oh, God, please do,” came Melissa’s answer as she opened herself to him further.
No anxiety, no fear, no embarrassment. Nothing she’d ever come to expect from a first time with someone. Matt slipped his fingers out of her and replaced them with his mouth and lips, his tongue, and Melissa shuddered to the very edge of orgasm almost at once.
He pushed his hand under her ass while he lapped at her clit, then used his tongue to provide the same steady pressure his thumb had been giving. Tension built, up and up. She shook with it, but Matt held her still.
Melissa looked down at his face buried between her thighs. Matt had his eyes closed. He made a long, low sound of pure desire, like she was the yummiest thing he’d ever tasted.
Melissa went over. White-hot waves of desire swept over her. Her clit pulsed under Matt’s talented tongue as she came, fingers clutching at the sheets, hips bucking. Her vision went hazy with the ecstasy.
She cried out his name.
He followed her through it, easing off just right when the pressure would’ve been too much, but keeping his mouth teasing her through all the aftershocks. When she’d quieted, her breath still coming a little harsh in her throat but her body no longer twitching, Matt kissed her belly and moved up over her body to find her mouth.
“Wow,” Melissa murmured, boneless and sated.
Matt chuckled. “Good?”
“Mmm, yes.” She opened her eyes and rolled to face him. “Unbelievably.”
She thought he might be more insistent, then, about getting some for himself, but Matt just gathered her close and rolled them so he was on his back with Melissa supporting herself against his chest to look down at him. This gave her an excellent view of his erection, which beckoned the touch of her hand.
He hissed when she took him in her fist, a look almost of pain flitting across his face. “Fuck.”
Melissa, mindful of what he’d said, gave him a gentle, downward stroke, then slid her hand to cup his balls. “I’d like to repay the favor.”
“I’ll never last,” he warned her, but with a grin. “And Melissa…I’m not one to turn down a good blow job….”
“You’re sure it would be good, huh?” She stroked him upward, and Matt’s dick throbbed delightfully against her palm.
“Yeah. I know it would. But I know that I’d shoot off in about two sucks.”
“Hmm.” Melissa pretended to think about that. “That wouldn’t be much longer than it took me.”
They both laughed at that, though breathlessly.
“This feels good,” she told him as she let her fingers drift up and down his length. “I don’t mean the orgasm, though I have to tell you, Matt, it was spectacular.”
He buffed his fingernails against his chest. “Thank ya, thank ya.”
“Just…this. Altogether.”
He looked at her seriously, then drew her to his mouth for a kiss. “Yeah, it does.”
“I want to make love with you,” Melissa told him. “I don’t care if you come right away, I want you inside me.”
Matt groaned but grinned. “Quality, not quantity. You promised.”
Melissa reached into her nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms she hadn’t had occasion to use in forever but was super grateful to have left in the drawer when she’d pulled out the rest to take along to the lab. She didn’t want to get up and go to her purse, all the way out in the living room. She held up one of the condoms, then another.
“Color preference?”
“None,” Matt said.
“Blue,” she said with a grin and tore open the package. She studied his erection carefully as she sheathed him in latex, her grin getting bigger at Matt’s frustrated groan. “There.”
She’d had first times that were more like gymnastics meets, her partner trying to impress her with how many positions he could bend her into, but this time Melissa simply threw a leg over Matt’s hips and straddled him. She reached between them to guide his cock inside her, settling all the way on it so slowly they both groaned at the same time.
He filled her up, all the way, delectable pressure against the back of her pubic bone making her clit start to tingle again. She made a murmuring noise of pleasure, then again when Matt put a hand between them to press his knuckle to her clit.
His eyes were bright, his lips parted and wet. “You like that?”
“Yes.” Melissa rocked her hips.
Just as she hadn’t been anxious about being naked in front of him, now she had no fears that she wouldn’t please him with the motions of her body. In fact, she didn’t think about it at all. She simply moved. What felt good, she did. When Matt groaned or shifted or thrust at the way she moved, Melissa did it again. And again.
Their bodies worked in perfect time. She moved up as he pulled out; she pushed down when he thrust into her. Slowly at first, then faster. With every thrust his hand pressed her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“I want you to come again,” Matt said through slightly gritted teeth.
“I’m going to,” she breathed, and gave herself up to the pleasure.
It didn’t hit so hard this second time, instead creating slow ripples of ecstasy. Matt thrust deeper inside her. The pleasure built and burst. This time she didn’t cry out his name. This time, it slipped from her lips as easily and sweetly as the orgasm he was giving her.
This time, he said hers, too.
After, Melissa found herself tucked up against him as naturally and easily as if she belonged there. She lay on her side with Matt’s arm around her, his breath puffing every so often into her hair and the warmth of him lulling her into a sated doze.
“Melissa,” he said quietly after a few minutes.
“Yes?”
His arm tightened around her, just a little. “Do you think the experiment was a success?”
She smiled and turned to him. She kissed him. “Yes, Matt. I do.”
“Margaritas and hot wings on the way.” Matt tipped a bottle of Corona toward the view.
White sand. Blue water. Booze, just like his frat brothers had promised. And as for babes…
“Thanks, baby,” Melissa said, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She kissed his shoulder. “I�
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Well, he only needed one.
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