by Carmen Faye
When he returned from the bathroom, she wanted to rub her hands all over his body and enjoy him, but she felt shy. He walked toward her and pulled her into his arms. Matt was always so good at reading her and tonight was no exception. She had wondered before if he was good at reading her, or if it was the fact that he was just good at that in general, and now she had her answer
“The look on your face says you wanted some contact, but if I’ve misread your expression, let me know.” He was much gentler than he used to be, and she figured that he thought she was as fragile as he thought she was when he first met her. She’d changed his mind then, and she’d do it again.
Lifting her face toward him, she wound her fingers in his hair and brought him down for a kiss that was Matt-worthy. She loved the way he kissed her, it was always so hungry and needy—although she doubted he would describe it like that. It felt like he was trying to meld them together into one person. The fierce need and desire had always made her wet instantly. Now it was her turn to meld them together, and she found out why he must love doing that as much as he did. It was empowering. The sounds of their lips coming together and his grabby hands increased the fervor of the moment until she had to stop to catch her breath.
He smiled at her, and she wondered if he remembered anything.
“Did that jog any memories?” she asked, sounding like a marathon runner who was out of practice.
“I don’t know for sure, but I’m enjoying this method more than any other so far.” He was relaxed like she’d never seen him. It wasn’t that he was an uptight guy, quite the contrary, but his eyes had always seemed intense and calculating.
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I know it has to be hard for you to be with me when you feel like I’m a stranger to you.” Matt stopped talking abruptly. “Sex with a stranger… is that on a list?”
“Yes!” she screamed, and the noise seemed to break his thoughts. It looked like he was trying to get the thought back, but after a few minutes, he shrugged.
“That’s what I was talking about. The thought will be there just out of reach, but then it’s gone without me fully understanding what happened.”
“I probably scared it away.” She was disappointed that she’d made such a loud noise and interrupted the progress, but she’d gotten so excited that he’d remembered something. Emmy made a note not to startle him when he was remembering something.
“Don’t worry about it, Emmy; it’ll come back.”
She’d known it was hard for him to watch her be sad before the accident, and it seemed he still had that trait, so she tried to put on a smile for him so he wouldn’t worry. He had enough to deal with without bothering with her.
“So what else do you want to do that may stir up my memory?”
“You loved looking at my body.” She was going to have to work on not sounding like a gentle little lamb when she wanted to be a fierce lioness.
“I’m sure I did. Refresh my memory.” He walked over to the couch, sat down, and looked as if he was getting ready to watch one of the premier dancers at a strip club. It should have been a touch demeaning, but she liked his eyes on her, and it was like he was seeing her for the first time. She hoped that the accident didn’t affect the kind of woman he liked because if it didn’t she was confident that he was going to like what he saw.
“I didn’t dress to seduce you. I dressed to pick you up from the hospital.” She was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, but for some reason she wanted to turn off the light.
“It’s not the clothes on the woman that are seductive…it’s the woman wearing the clothes. Don’t be bashful now, Emmy. Just yesterday you had your tits bared and your skirt up while you played with your pussy as I watched.” His one eyebrow was cocked up the way it always was when he was amused.
“I thought you knew who I was then. You like to play games sometimes; I thought this was the ‘Hey, I don’t know who you are, but I’m going to have sex with a stranger game.’”
“That does sound like a great game, and I enjoyed it thoroughly, but since I’ve already seen what you have and I almost took out your eye with how hard I came, you shouldn’t feel bashful.” He had his eyes on her breasts, and she couldn’t stop herself from having a bit of fun with him.
She took off her shirt and pinched her nipples through her bra. They were already hard because of her present company, but the slight prick of pain made her gasp.
“I’m trying to give you the opportunity to strip, but if you’re going to be playing while you do it I may have to make this more interactive.”
This was the Matt she knew. Demanding, pushy, and used to his orders being followed.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“That’s what I’m used to from you, and yes, I love it.” She shed the rest of her clothes until she was in her bra and panties before she looked at him expectantly.
“Is that the end of the show?”
She nodded and wondered what it was going to be like being with this almost new man. He patted his lap, and she walked over and straddled him.
“Nice move.” He was studying her, and if it weren’t for the fact that she knew he didn’t remember her, she would have said that nothing really seemed off with him.
“I thought you’d like that. As much as I’d like to sit here and be cordial, I have to tell you that before your accident you kept me well fed. Before I met you, I didn’t even know how hungry I could get or what I wanted to eat, but when you came along you rectified that.” She knew she was talking in code, and that probably wasn’t good for the man working on his memory.
“You’re saying that you were famished when you met me, I helped you cultivate tastes for a new diet, and now you are starving and would like to eat.”
She let go of a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “I’m so glad that you got what I was saying.”
“I don’t remember the last few weeks, but I do remember what double talk is and how to read between the lines. Plus, even if I didn’t know any of that, the way you’re grinding your sweet pussy on the seam of my jeans would be a clear indicator that you want to be filled with my cock.”
“How do you feel about that?” Asking him this was torture because if he said no she was going to have to deal with it, but she was hoping and praying that he wouldn’t say that.
He didn’t answer her with words, but he brought both hands up to her breasts and found her hard nipples easily with his thumb and index finger. Pulling them slightly, he brought her to him and moaned into her mouth. It was easily the sexiest sound she’d ever heard, and she didn’t think her first orgasm was going to be with him inside because she was so turned on right now.
“Don’t even think about giving my jeans what my cock deserves.” He looked up into her eyes, and she was lost. His beautiful cornflower blue eyes sparkled with mischief and arousal, and she was so full she prayed she could keep her mouth closed and the words of love locked behind her lips.
“You want it bad, huh, Emmy?” The sexy smirk was back, and she was torn between wanting to kiss it off his face and placing her pussy on it.
She couldn’t think of an answer so she just stared at him.
“Biting your lip is only making me hornier. If you want something in your mouth, feel free to use my cock. I’d love to take up residence.” He put his thumb up to her mouth and pressed down on the lip she was worrying with her teeth before putting his digit into replace it.
Emmy saw the challenge in his eyes and wanted to meet it like no other challenge. Moving off his lap smoothly, she kept his thumb in her mouth for as long as he’d allow it, but as soon as she started mouthing his cock through the fabric of his pants, he groaned and started undoing the snaps of his jeans.
“Anxious?” she asked him, feeling more comfortable since she was in the driver’s seat.
“For your mouth on my cock? Fuck, yes. You’ve got a mouth that looks like it was made to slip and slurp my cock. I’ve been dying to get in th
ere since I laid my eyes on you.”
She enjoyed the thick hard cock that felt large and substantial in her hand. It had only been a few days since she had enjoyed Matt’s body, but he was like a sugary sweet snack…tempting, filling, and addictive.
“Is that so?” She stroked his cock up and down, feeling the hard core under the silky soft skin. Emmy knew what he liked from previous experience, but watching him enjoy each stroke was like she was winning something special.
“You really know how to work me over. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you know just how I like my cock jerked. From the base to the tip with just a bit of drag and a snug squeeze right under the cap. What would be the cherry on top?”
She opened her mouth and closed it over the head of his dick, teasing the opening with her tongue and licking all around the top. His breath hitched a bit, but she knew it would take more than this to get him over. Taking her other hand and cupping his balls, she could feel the warmth and the wetness churning up within her. Turning him on was turning her on more, and she wished she had one more hand to stick into her panties to give herself a bit of relief.
If you would have asked her, she would have told you that she was totally into this for him and him alone, but she must have been distracted a bit because she was surprised… almost dazed when he took his cock from her mouth and began stroking it himself.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, as she reached for his cock again only to be denied. He moved it out of her reach, and she wanted to have a tantrum. Emmy kept her eyes glued to the rhythmic stroking of his cock with his large hand, like she was a puppy waiting for her toy to be returned to her.
“Nothing’s wrong at all. Just like I didn’t want you to give your orgasm to my pants, I don’t want to spend mine in your mouth. That would be so easy to do, and seeing how much you like it, I’m sure I can accommodate you another time, but this time, I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing me and your juice running down my cock and onto my balls.” He didn’t sound unaffected and that helped her pride just a bit.
A whimper was all that she could give him, but she had to admit his plan sounded awesome. She had her panties off and tossed to the side and was up and on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor before he could utter another word.
“That’s really sexy, sweetheart, but I want you back up where you were, straddling me with those legs and riding me hard. I want your pussy dripping on me, and I want your tits right where I can play with them and make you come even harder. The way your ass is looking is making me want other things. Come on, Emmy, sit on my cock and make it good.” He stood up and removed his pants completely while he talked. Matt made it all look so graceful, coordinated, and easy, as he moved his body to complete his task and was in his naked splendor back on the couch without breaking eye contact.
He’d talked dirty before and was explicit before, but something about the way he was talking to her now could probably get her off if she rubbed her legs together too hard. She was off all fours, but she remained on the floor, mesmerized by the slow stroking of his cock. Why was he so sexy? He wasn’t her first lover; she’d had her fair share. Yet, there was something about him that made everything sexy—from the way he smiled, to how he studied her and her particular desires. When it came to actual sex, he was just off the Richter scale. He may not remember her, but something in him did and it showed.
“Do you want me to chase you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
She was up from the floor and on his lap before she thought about his question. That may not have been a bad suggestion, but he must have seen her plan written all over her face.
Placing his hands on her ass he squeezed her cheeks and spread her wide at the same time fitting his cock in the notch between her legs. He used her body like his own personal sex toy, wetting himself with her juices as he slid her up and down his shaft.
“Don’t even think about it. You’ve got me so hard and ready I may break something chasing around after you, but now that I know it excites you, we’ll have to do something about that particular fantasy.” His voice was low, and she loved how it made the butterflies in her stomach seem to fly just that much faster. This man could stop his dangerous work and make porn. The world would love him probably as much as she did.
They were both enjoying his ministrations, but he stopped for a second to put on a condom, and she was glad one of them was thinking about that. She just wanted to grab his cock by the base and put it in. The empty feeling she had needed to be filled up, and that was all she could focus on. The fact that she had Matt to herself and he was physically able to do this was amazing since a few days ago she sat in a room full of beeping machines with no response from the man. They’d told her that his body had missed most of the impact because of furniture in the room, but the jarring had shaken his brain up a bit.
“Are you done?” She tried for cheeky with her comment, but it came out sounding impatient, but he smiled when he nodded, like he knew she liked to place him inside of her before she set the pace for their ride. Not like it usually lasted long. He’d give her time to have fun, but she’d often find herself on her back receiving the last few hard and deep thrusts that would take them both over their sexual edge.
His cock seemed bigger than it had a few days ago, or maybe she was just tighter. Slowly, she impaled herself on his large throbbing organ, and he patiently watched her decent. Well, it seemed patient if she didn’t watch the way his mouth flattened out. Should it make her happy that waiting wasn’t as easy for him as he made it seemed? He was the master at teasing and holding her off until he was ready. Did it make for a stronger orgasm… yes, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She loved it, but she didn’t like it.
When she had filled herself with him, she wiggled a bit just to feel his balls on her ass, and she clenched at him with the walls of her pussy just to see if he could feel it.
“Torture. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” He laughed as he said it, but they both knew that’s what this was. Emmy liked his rough nature, and she wondered if he remembered that. Probably not, the memory of her was gone; it was like she’d never existed. That made her gasp, and his look of arousal change to concern. “What’s wrong, Emmy?”
She didn’t want to get into that. Here they were enjoying each other, and she went and ruined the moment. This was supposed to be fun…it was always supposed to be fun. It was her that made it something that it wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to share that with him now or ever. Emmy raised up on his lap so that just the very tip of his cock was inside her warmth, but then she slammed down and that move took his breath away. She always enjoyed the surprises he gave her, so now it was time for a few for him.
“I know you like to fuck hard, Matt. Don’t think to spare me because I love it like that, too.” She was on the slow rise up while she talked to him but slammed back down for the second time and loved the look of lust on Matt’s face. She was opening up something because the sweetly massaging hands were decidedly rougher as they helped to raise and drop her on him again.
“You look so sweet, but you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? I’m sure you know how much I like that. You sitting here with your good girl panties on and your bad girl body is enough to make me want to keep you.” He brought her down to taste her lips in what she thought was going to be a sweet kiss, but she was mistaken. This kiss was soul-wrenching, as he seemed to pour a lot of his everything into it. Tongue and teeth clashed, as they fought to show each other how hungry they were for each other. Kisses like this wrecked her, as well as his words to keep her for himself. It was clear that he wasn’t truly in his right mind, but it warmed her heart to hear his unguarded thoughts about her.
His personal sex toy. That’s what she felt like she was, as he guided himself into her body. This seemed more like him fucking her from the bottom than her riding him from the top, but she couldn’t have loved it more if she tried. He was so into it that he’d let go in ways he’d never done b
efore, and her breath hitched as he hit a hot spot deep within her again and again.
“Fuck me harder, Matt.” The words flew from her mouth, almost involuntarily. However, when they were out, she knew that truer words couldn’t have been spoken. That’s what she wanted... him to take over her body, her mind, and her orgasm. Leaving her free to feel each and every sensation that he would wring out of her body.
The light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter, and he rolled them both on the couch so that she was on her back. He had her lifted so that she was level with his cock as he kneeled on the floor. The gleam in his eyes told her she was in for it, and she couldn’t have been happier.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Give me what you’ve got, Matt. Don’t hold back. I’m a big girl and I can take it.”
Moving his hands all around her body, each caress felt like a kiss and the stimulation was overwhelming. Her body was so sensitive, and it was hard for her to keep still.
“I can see you’re ready, but are you ready enough? Maybe you should get a bit more. I want you to pop loud and hard. He moved one hand down her stomach so he could thumb her clit and the other went to pinch her nipples, first one and then the other.