by Eileen Green
Then, as if he realized that she might misconstrue the meaning of what he had said, he apologized. “I don’t mean that’s the reason I won’t do that to you, baby. You know what I mean.”
He ran his hand through his hair, mussing it up. He looked like a boy when he did that.
“I know. I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
Heather moved her hands up until they cupped each side of his face. “I do love you, so much, Matthew. I want to make love with you, right now.”
Firelight sparkled in his eyes as a small smile appeared on his lips. “I love you, too.”
She could gaze into Matthew’s eyes forever, but she wanted to do more than that. Heather let her hands guide her face as she leaned in. His mouth parted in a quiet sigh as he watched her. Once she could feel his breath on her lips, she pressed hers to his.
Moans emanated from both of them as she held his face so she could guide the kiss. His mouth flowered open under hers before she could request entrance.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth and slid across his own. Once she had done that, Matthew let his own hands move up to her throat, and held her head still as he took over.
His tongue attacked hers, moving around and around, filling her mouth. They dueled for supremacy, but Heather lost. Matthew moved one hand around to the back of her head, and held her still as he ravished her mouth. Teeth clicked together and occasionally scraped across her lips, which she knew would be bruised in the morning.
Moving her hands, she ran them down the column of his neck, feeling the scratchiness of the beard he would shave off in the morning. She was beginning to like the feel of it in the evenings when it was beginning to show.
Even now she liked how his mouth felt against hers, that abrasion reminding her that a man’s mouth was making love to hers.
Her hands reached the collar of his button-up shirt and then moved down to where the third button was done. Deftly, she began to undo each one, yet had the restraint not to touch him yet.
When she reached the waistband of his jeans, Heather pulled the shirt out, and continued to unbutton the shirt, until the last one was freed of its little hole.
Pressing her hands against his abs, she marveled at the feel of the ridges and valleys. She counted a six pack. As she moved up, she felt the hard slabs of his pecs.
Heather pulled her mouth away from his, giving herself a moment to draw in a breath and swallow. Opening her eyes, she took in the sight before her.
Matthew Campbell was a sight to look at. She had suspected he might have a built body under his clothes, especially since he was in construction, but she didn’t realize how lucky she was.
She sank to her knees in front of Matthew. “Gawd, you are marvelous,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to his throat.
Slowly, Heather pressed kisses down his throat, across his chest, and down his abs, stopping at the button of his jeans. His hand found her head and moved in to grasp a handful of it. The tingle of the pull was an aphrodisiac to her, urging her onward.
With shaky fingers, she worked the metal button through the hole. She could tell by the way the denim material was pressed taut that his cock had to be as hard as the muscles she had just worshiped.
The zipper was hard to move since the steel pole was taking up so much room, but she was finally about to get it to go down. Soft cottony boxer-briefs bounced against her hand as she freed him.
A groan escaped Matthew, drawing her attention back up to his handsome face. He looked a bit pained by her actions, but she knew she could give him some relief also.
Her hand snaked into his underwear and she let her fingers move along the silky shaft. A hiss escaped him, and she had to wonder if it was because of the precarious position of his dick.
Matthew stopped her with a hand to her wrist. He held it as he whispered, “No. Not yet.”
Disappointment moved through her body as she straightened up. Looking into his eyes, she saw his arousal burning in them. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.
“If you continue with what you are doing, I will come in your hand.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I want to be inside your pussy when I come for the first time with you.”
His words were a balm to her soul, and titillation to her girly parts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds in her bra, and her cunt was throbbing in anticipation and leaking her cream.
Heather had on a light blue sweater that Matthew had insisted on buying her in a small shop in Bozeman earlier this evening. She hadn’t brought one and it wasn’t cold enough for her coat. Now Matthew lifted the hem and pulled the garment up and over her head. He tossed it aside.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her as he visibly drank in her body. There was pleasure in his eyes as he took her in.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “And you’re all mine.”
Thankfully, Heather had worn a light blue lace bra that helped lift her breasts a bit and enhanced her cleavage.
Slowly, hesitantly, he raised a hand toward her breast. When his fingers brushed the underside of her left breast, Heather sighed as Matthew groaned.
“Magnificent,” he growled.
His other hand made its way up to her other breast and placed his hand over the aching globe. They had wanted his attention for so long now, Heather reached around and undid the clasp herself.
Matthew released his hold on her and moved his hands to the now loose straps. He pushed them over the curve of her shoulders and let them fall. Her forearms caught them, leaving the cups to remain hiding her breasts. She hadn’t meant to be coy, but her lingerie seemed to be.
She watched his shaking hands reach for the straps and pull them off her arms, the blue lacy material trailing off her breasts and body. He tossed it over his shoulder, the opposite direction of her sweater. Heather knew she was going to have to go on a treasure hunt to find her clothes once this was over.
Cool air caressed her breasts, causing her nipples to tighten so tight that they ached. They longed to be touched, sucked, and played with. Please let him touch me soon!
Matthew audibly sucked in a breath as he skimmed his knuckles on the underside of her generous breasts. She felt her nipples pebble harder as the globes shook.
“I couldn’t have imagined them being so lovely, baby. You could smother me with them.” Matthew never took his eyes off her.
His words touched her, nearly the same way his hands were.
As if he had received a jolt of bravery, Matthew moved his hands until they covered her breasts, his thumbs able to rub across her nipples.
* * * *
He felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world as he held Heather’s breasts in his hands. They were soft, and full. Her pinkish-coral colored nipples were hard and stiff, pressing against his thumbs.
Leaning forward, he licked at one of the nipples and heard her moan. It was a sound he wanted to hear more of. He captured the hardened nub in his mouth, nibbling at the bundle of nerves while his hand captured the nipple from her other breast in his fingers and thumb.
Heather’s back arched as she thrust her chest toward him, as if she was demanding him to touch her more.
Matthew got lost in the soft cushiness of Heather’s breasts. They were large yet perky, fitting his hand just right. His mouth fit also.
Moans escaped Heather as he sucked the nipple with pressure she apparently liked. While he sucked on one, he pinched the other, reveling in the way she squirmed at the bit of pain he was issuing.
Her hands pushed aside the shirt he was barely wearing at this point. Soft fingertips skimmed across his muscular chest as if she was blind and was reading braille on how to deal with him.
The magical moments of learning your lover’s body was what the two lovers were doing. Despite wanting to rush the moment to get to the finale of lovemaking, Matthew was going to make sure Heather knew she was loved and cherished.
He switched sides, wanting the twin to know what it felt like. His lips captured her
nipple, rolling it with his lips and tongue.
Instead of using his free hand to go to the other nipple, he slid his hand down over her slightly puffy stomach. When he encountered the waistband of her jeans, he undid the button and zipper, hearing her moan. He slipped his hand inside, feeling the silk and lace of her panties.
Her stomach undulated at the invasion, letting his hand slip in farther. As he continued to suckle on her nipple, his fingers slipped between the waistband of her panties and her soft skin.
Heather felt heavenly everywhere. Her skin was so soft and responsive.
When his finger slid into her hot, moist slit and down to her clit, she cried out. He now knew she was sensitive, too.
Pulling his mouth away from her breast, Matthew looked up into her face. Flushed, with her mouth parted, Heather’s eyes were flashing from her arousal.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, offering her his reverence. “I can’t imagine my life with anyone else.”
Her hands cupped his cheeks as she declared, “I love you, too.”
Matthew rose on his knees and pressed his lips to hers. Heather followed his lead, and his hands moved so that he pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips. He let his fingers trail her skin as he pushed them down to her knees.
Pulling out of the kiss, Matthew looked down but couldn’t see much. He rose to his feet, and with his hand extended, pulled her up.
With a shimmy of her hips, her jeans and panties fell to pool around her feet. Taking a step back, Matthew let his gaze peruse her body. With his own body hard and needy, he had to give her what she needed before he could have his release.
Full breasts rose and fell with her short breaths. Her stomach, concave at the waist, yet a woman’s curve that led down to full hips and thighs. Her pussy was bare, her soft lips hiding her precious treasure.
Heather’s shyness was evident in her face and her body as she tried to hide her cunt with her hands.
“No, babes. Don’t try to hide yourself,” he said, his voice sounding as if he was being strangled.
Quickly, she put her hands behind her back, a small smile on her lips.
Matthew reached out and took her hand. She stepped gracefully out of the pants at her feet, and let him lead her to the bed. He helped her onto the bed, her butt at the edge of the bed.
Naked and laid out before him had Matthew grabbing his balls through his jeans. He had to do something to keep himself from blowing his wad before he was balls deep inside Heather.
Bluish-green eyes watched him intently. When his hand went to his balls, Heather’s eyes got large and a smile lit up her face. “Having a problem?” she asked with a giggle.
He stepped up between her legs. “Just don’t want to come before I’m deep inside you. Your body is very sinful,” he said huskily. “I’m surprised men aren’t beating down your door to get to you.”
Quietness met him as he bent her legs up and placed her feet on the edge of the bed. With his hands on her knees, he pushed them until they nearly touched the bed.
Her pussy was laid wide open for him, her treasures glistening and ready for him. Her clit was beginning to peek out from under its hood, and her opening was throbbing in anticipation.
“Delicious,” he whispered as he fell to his knees. Placing his hands on her ankles, and slowly, he ran his hands up the inside of her calves. At her knees, he let his hands circle around the joint before he caressed his way down her thighs.
At the junction between her thighs and pussy, he hesitated. Leaning in closely, he breathed in the womanly aroma that was Heather. He watched as a trickle of cream come out of her gash and began to move down her perineum.
Using his thumbs, he pressed on both sides of the hood that hid her clitoris. The hardened nub showed itself, begging for attention. With a smile, Matthew blew on the pebbled bundle of nerves.
Heather’s hips wiggled slightly, but Matthew held them down with his hands, right before he placed his mouth over her clit. He used his tongue to swipe at it as her body fought against the human restraint that was Matthew’s hands.
Readying himself, he began to suckle at her clit. Her hips trembled at the assault as her hands found his hair and began to pull as if she was trying to hold onto him.
The taste of her was an aphrodisiac. He wanted to spend the rest of his life being able to taste her when he wanted to. She would become a staple in his diet.
* * * *
Matthew’s mouth on her clit was driving Heather up the climactic mountain. Tingling began under his mouth as she felt her cream leaking from her. His hands were dominant on her thighs, holding her open for him, yet holding her down so she wouldn’t buck him off her.
His five o’clock shadow was a sexual abrasion she enjoyed. It added to the assault of her senses. His silky hair beneath her fingers were cool as she held onto it. He had complained that he needed to get a haircut, and she liked his hair the length it was now.
The release of her clit with a pop had her clutching his hair tighter. “Easy, babes,” he whispered against her skin, notching up her arousal. He moved his mouth down, his lips kissing her until he reached her opening.
The flat of his tongue swept across her opening before he scooped it into her. Repeatedly, Matthew licked and then pressed his tongue into her, fucking her with it. His nose was pressing against her clit. All three motions were building the tingling in her cunt.
Electrical currents were shooting out from her cunt, her nerve endings alive. His hand was trying hard to hold her body still, but it gyrated, her pussy trying to get as close to Matthew’s tongue as possible.
A moan escaped her when he moved his mouth back to her clit. He proceeded to slip two fingers into her pussy and began to move in and out of her, like he was fucking her with them.
When he would drag his fingers out of her, he would hook his fingers upward and strike the tips across the sweet spot within her. No matter how hard she tried to keep still, her hips would rise and fall with the sensations he was building within her. She couldn’t help it.
Her head tossed back and forth on the bedspread that they hadn’t removed yet. Her hips bobbed up and down in rhythm to Matthew’s ministrations. Heat coursed through her body, heating from the inside out. It was as if she had no control of her body.
It was another few moments before Matthew doubled his suction on her clit. It felt as if it was going to come off, but that was right before her cunt exploded outward. The tingling, tightening feeling bursting, careening her over the precipice of orgasm.
Heather’s breathing caught in her lungs. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Her limbs became rigid as the climax overtook her entire body.
It sounded as if white noise seeped into her hearing, and dark spots dotted her sight, even behind her closed eyelids.
This was something she had never experienced before. The few sexual interludes she had in the past didn’t result in this wonderful feeling.
As the feelings began to wane, reality seeping in, Heather felt something wide and hard at her entrance. Letting her eyes flutter open, she found Matthew standing between her legs, his pants missing.
Their eyes locked as he began to push into her. His cock filled her completely as he seated himself fully inside her, the tip of him nestling at her cervix. Matthew groaned as he bent to loom over her, planting his hands on both sides of her torso.
“That was fantastic to see,” he praised. “I could watch you come like that for the rest of my life.”
Heather’s heart flopped in her chest at his words. Her stomach had those butterflies fluttering around again. Matthew knew the right words to say, and she could only hope and pray that he was planning on following through with them.
“I would love to see you try,” was all she could say.
Reaching up, she wrapped her hands around his magnificent biceps. Well, as much as she could since he was ripped in that department.
His muscles were well developed all over his body, evident of his c
onstruction work and his workouts at the gym. She might have to go to the gym herself to keep up with him.
Matthew leaned down and captured her lips with his. For the first time, she tasted herself, and she didn’t find it as repulsive as she had thought. In fact, it boosted her libido.
Slowly, he moved in and out of her. The tip of his dick remained at her opening and then, her cunt sucked him back in as if it missed him. Over and over, their hips came together and separated, their bodies working like a well-greased machine. Small grunts, moans, and groans sounded in the room. A light sheen of perspiration appeared on their bodies.
The tingling that had taken over her body just a bit ago returned. It began deep within her pussy. Each time his hard shaft moved across that sweet spot within her, it increased. Her body chased the climax it sought, and as he shuttled in and out of her, faster and faster, that explosion occurred again.
Her body arched up against him as he held his still, his dick buried deep within her as she felt liquid heat fill her womb. He cried out his release as he slipped his arms under her back and held her to him.
As her senses returned to her, she found herself in the middle of the bed, a pillow under her cheek, and Matthew wrapped around her. His naked body was spooning her, his already hard cock nestled in the crack of her ass.
Matthew was laying kisses along her shoulder and neck. He stopped when he felt her stir. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips against her skin.
Heather stretched. She slid her hand along his forearm and found his hand. Threading her fingers with his, she held his hand close. “I’m good,” she answered languidly. “You?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured against her shoulder. “Ready for more?”
A giggle escaped her. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep up with you,” she joked.
“You will, babes. I promise.”
Chapter Five