***
We stood on the deck kissing and holding each other, until I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted Matthew, and I wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
“Let’s go inside,” I said breathlessly. I didn’t have to tell Matthew twice. He opened the door off his deck into his house. I scurried through, throwing my coat off and quickly unzipping and kicking off my boots.
Matthew grinned and peeled off his coat off, too, as he stepped out of his hiking shoes. Without saying a word, I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him to me.
The kiss didn’t last long. Matthew scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head against his shoulder. He walked down the hall and through double-doors into his bedroom. He set me on my feet again, and kissed me again, as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off him. We weren’t in a hurry; we both wanted to thoroughly enjoy each other. I pulled back from him and stripped my sweater and cami off. I barely had it over my head before he was undoing my bra, then my jeans, then pulling my panties down.
I stepped back against his bed, which was set high off the ground, hopped up on the edge and laid myself down. Lying naked before him, I didn’t feel exposed, or vulnerable. I felt open. I felt free.
Matthew stripped off his jeans and tossed them aside. He was wearing boxer briefs. I love those things. I’d bought some for Scott at one point, thinking, maybe, if I could get him out of tightie-whities, I might actually find him attractive again. It did not work.
It worked with Matthew. I could see the swell of his enormous cock through the black cotton, and all I could think about was getting him inside me. My god, this man was beautiful. And from the size of his erection, I could understand why it hurt to have it confined in jeans. He yanked down his boxers and climbed on the bed.
He lay down on top of me, kissing me, loving me. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness against my stomach, running my hands down his back. I had been thinking about him so much, it almost didn’t feel real, finally lying naked in his arms.
“Lyssa,” Matthew pulled away and leaned up on his hand. “I have something… indelicate to ask you,” he smiled, looking a little embarrassed, and he rolled on his side, pulling me over so I was facing him. “Look, I had a vasectomy years ago. I haven’t been with anyone for about a year,” he actually blushed a little, “and I had a complete check-up six months ago.”
I was so out of practice with this, it took me a second to figure out where he was going. “Oh. OH! Um, well, it had been years since I’d been with Scott. I know he wasn’t unfaithful until long after we’d stopped having sex. And with that ‘rebound’ of mine, we always used a condom. Every single time, so, if you’re OK with it, I certainly am – ”
I had barely finished my sentence when Matthew pulled me toward him, pulled my top leg over his hips, and slid inside of me. I gasped. I hadn’t had sex without a condom in years, since the last time Scott and I had had sex. I hadn’t had good sex without a condom ever. The feeling of his length inside me, with no barrier between us, was indescribable. He kept his hand on my hip, with his other arm wrapped around me, and slowly, deeply stroked me.
It felt like every movement set off an orgasm. I didn’t know if I could take it for long.
I moaned with the first few strokes.
I screamed with the next few.
I grabbed his hips with one hand, and touched his chest – his amazing chest – with my other. He kept moving inside of me, slowly, completely. I took every inch of him, and tried to pull him in deeper. But from that position, slow and deep was the only choice. I wanted more.
I launched myself on top of him, flipping both of us over while keeping him deep inside of me. I sat astride him, and threw my head back, reveling in the feeling of him all the way inside of me. I leaned back and put my hands on his thighs, moving up and down on top of him, moaning in the pleasure, in the abandon. Matthew’s hands were on my hips, guiding my rhythm as I rode him. But I still wanted more of him. I came forward and ran my hands up his body, from his incredible abs, to his broad, strong shoulders. I leaned down and kissed him again, as I continued to ride him. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me as close as we could get. Kissing as I rode him, he cried out and stiffened, moving his hands back to my hips, holding me down all the way onto him as he came deep inside me, as I came all around him.
I collapsed on top of him, and we lay there for a while, hearts beating together. Then Matthew gently rolled me over onto the bed, planted a soft kiss on my shoulder, and got up and went into the bathroom. He came back with a warm wet cloth, and started wiping me clean. I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling adored and cherished. I reached up and took his hand, “That was amazing,” I said quietly. Matthew looked a little surprised, then a slow smile spread across his face. He leaned down and kissed me again. Without saying a word, he dried himself off, threw the towel on the floor and lay down with me, curling himself around me. I’d never felt so safe. I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up a few hours later, and it was already dark outside, though still early evening. Matthew was still curled around me; I could feel his hardness against my back, but he was still asleep. Grinning, I squirmed a little until he woke up, too. He slipped himself inside me again. We made love gently, in the dark, with him laying kisses down my shoulder. We both came again, then we drifted off to sleep, still joined together.
***
I woke up to an empty bed. I glanced at the clock and realized it was about eight. I sat up and glanced around the room. I saw a beautiful black silk robe at the bottom of the bed, laid out for me. I smiled at Matthew’s thoughtfulness as I pulled on the robe and wandered back out into the living room.
“Matthew?” I called.
“In the kitchen,” he stuck his head around the stone fireplace and grinned at me. He was only wearing drawstring pajama bottoms. And my god, did he wear them well. Just a tuft of chest hair, a dark happy trail below his belly button, and a body that left no doubt that he was a very fit man. “You look hot in my robe,” he grinned at me.
I laughed. “Why do you have a silk robe, by the way?”
He shrugged. “It was a Christmas gift at some point. I don’t think I’ve ever worn it. Glad I kept it, though,” he leered at me, and I laughed again. “Coffee?”
“I’ll be up all night.”
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in. “I’ve got news for you: you’ll be up all night anyway,” and he kissed me again. He tasted so good – like mint and pine, somehow.
I pulled away from him, and he looked down at the way his silk robe hugged my breasts, and my VERY erect nipples.
“Come here,” he took my hand and led me into the living room. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a beautiful wool rug on the floor, in front of the fire place. Matthew must have stoked the fire before I got up, because it was roaring. He grabbed pillows off the couches, and a chenille throw, and pulled me down on the rug.
He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear, “I just want to feel myself inside you again,” and a warmth rushed through my body. I lay on my back, with my arms over my head, as he stripped off his pajama bottoms and lay on top of me. He didn’t untie the robe; instead he caressed my nipples through the silk. Then he rubbed the silk along my hip with one hand, as he braced himself with the other. He entered me gently. I couldn’t believe how hard he was again. Even after Aaron, it was still a wonder to me that I could arouse such a beautiful man so fully.
Matthew stroked me over and over; each stroke so complete, so deep, I fell into an abyss of pleasure that I didn’t want to come out of. But then my body pulled me back. I felt my orgasm building. My back arched up, and Matthew reached down and took my nipple in his mouth. I cried out – over and over, as my orgasm washed over me, and his washed over me, too. I collapsed back against the soft rug, spent and sated. Matthew collapsed on top of me, panting, with a sheen of sweat covering him.
It took a few
minutes for me to feel aware again. When I opened my eyes, Matthew was lying next to me, propped up one elbow, staring at me, covered in goose bumps. I immediately reached for the blanket to pull up over him. “Don’t get chilled,” I said lazily, “you need to keep those muscles warm. We have all night, you know,” I smiled at him, utterly relaxed.
“All night?” he smiled down at me. “Really?”
Suddenly, I was a little flustered. “Well, I mean, if you want me to stay – “
Matthew removed any doubt by kissing me thoroughly and deeply. Then he pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Lyssa, there is nothing I’d rather do tonight than sleep wrapped around you,” I felt that flutter in my chest again, the flutter that got that voice telling me I was really in trouble.
I told the voice to shut up and pulled Matthew down with me, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
After a few minutes, I finally confessed, “You know what? I am starving.”
Matthew rolled onto his back and said, “Thankfully, we have plenty of leftovers.”
I hopped up and went into the kitchen, with Matthew close behind. I dived into the refrigerator, pulling out covered dishes of all the amazing foods we’d eaten for lunch. Matthew pulled out dishes and turned the oven on to Warm.
We talked easily as I piled plates high with leftovers and Matthew poured us some wine. We sat back at the table, and I felt decidedly unsexy as I ate with gusto, moaning in delight.
“It’s even better the second time around!” I moaned as I polished off a crab puff.
“That’s just because you’re a lot hungrier than you were at lunch time!” Matthew shook his head and poured me some more wine.
Matthew and I were sitting at the corners of the table, with him at the head. He suddenly pushed his chair away from the table and pulled me into his lap. It was so unexpected, I yelped in surprise.
“Well, eat up,” he said, feeding me another bite of steak, “because you’re going to need the strength.”
It was the most erotic meal I’d ever eaten. We fed each other bites of food, between sips of the amazing wine.
“What is this wine?” I asked turning the empty bottle to look at the label. “Primativo? I’ve never heard of it, and I love red wine.”
“Well, get used to discovering all kinds of new flavors,” Matthew said, nuzzling my neck, “One of the few things I really splurge on is good wine. Oh, I haven’t even shown you yet! Come on!”
Matthew grabbed my hips and stood me up. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway toward his bedroom again. I certainly wasn’t fighting him, but then he stopped in front a different door.
“Hold on,” he ducked into his bedroom and grabbed a sweatshirt out of his closet, then jogged back to me, looking as excited as a little kid on Christmas. He opened the mystery door in the hallway to reveal carpeted stairs leading down to a lower level. He started down the stairs pulling me behind.
“Do we need slippers or anything for the basement?”
“Hardly,” Matthew assured me. We reached the bottom of the stairs and I saw a completely finished basement: one side had a huge TV, like the upstairs living room, but in addition to a huge sectional couch, there was a treadmill and a full weight set. The outer wall was also a wall of windows, but the view from here was through the trees, so the lake and mountains were harder to see. It gave the whole are a cozy feel, though.
Matthew pulled me through the family room area to face another door on the other end of the house. The door was glass. Matthew just stopped in front of it, grinning. “Go ahead, open it!” he encouraged.
I opened the door and stepped into a room that was about the size of an average bedroom, but was stacked floor-to-ceiling with bottles of wine.
“Holy crap!” I exclaimed.
“Excuse me,” Matthew said from behind me, feigning indignation, “there is not a single bottle of crap in here.”
I spun around, ready to defend myself, but he was still grinning. “How long did it take you to fill this?”
“Years,” Matthew sighed. “And, truth be told, there probably used to be some crap in here. My mother likes white zinfandel, for god’s sake,” Matthew rolled his eyes.
“Well, what do you recommend for the rest of the evening, Mr. Bowen?”
“Well, Ms. Masters,” Matthew glanced around the shelves, clearly looking for something. “We haven’t even touched the chocolate mousse cake I have for dessert, so how about a nice Port!” Matthew found the bottle he’d been looking for and presented it to me with a flourish.”
I smiled, “Of course! A Portuguese wine! But isn’t it a little sweet?”
Matthew shook his head as he headed out the door. “Not this one. This one is actually quite dry, which is why I like it with a sweet dessert.”
Back upstairs, I swept the robe around my legs and shivered as I uncorked the wine. Matthew pulled the dessert from the fridge then suggested, “Why don’t we go sit in front of the fire to eat it,” he placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and took the plates into the living room.
We relaxed and ate until we were both yawning.
“After all that sugar and Port, I think I’m ready for another nap,” I glanced over at the clock and realized it was almost eleven. “Oh wow, it’s late,” I suddenly got very, very shy. Was I really going to spend the night with him?
Matthew decided it for me. “Well, luckily for you, since we have so many random guests here, I have a stash of new toothbrushes,” Matthew smiled and brushed my hair back from my cheek, cupping my head in his hand and rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I leaned my face into his hand and smiled, just enjoying the gentle touch. “What I don’t have for you, is pajamas,” he said apologetically.
“I don’t think I’m going to need them,” I whispered, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Mmm. You taste like Port,” he said when he pulled away. Then he stood up from the couch, and pulled me up with him. He surprised me by reaching down and picking me up again, but this time I was able to wrap my legs around his waist. The robe fell away, and Matthew moaned a little as I rubbed myself against his stomach. “I cannot get enough of you,” he whispered into my ear we made our way down the hallway.
We reached his room, and he held me with one arm as he undid his pajama bottoms. He dropped his pants onto the floor and sat us both on the edge of the bed.
He’d maneuvered us so he slid inside me as we sat down. I gasped and stripped off my robe, then wrapped my arms around him again. I had just enough leverage to gently grind on him. He bit my lip, gently, and moaned again. I enjoyed going slowly, slowly, up and down, feeling every inch of him. I felt the tension build in my body until finally I cried out and collapsed against his chest.
But Matthew wasn’t done. The height of the bed allowed something that hadn’t occurred to me: Matthew flipped me onto my back and stood at the edge of the bed. He pulled my legs up against his chest and, still standing, pushed into me. So soon after my own orgasm, my nerve-endings were so raw, it was almost too much. But Matthew had a firm grip on my hips, with the backs of my thighs pressed against his abs. I let my arms fall over my head, and moaned as Matthew held my hips tight and pumped, again and again, until his whole body tensed, then released.
We untangled and he collapsed onto his stomach beside me, breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, I roused myself enough to ask, “So where are those toothbrushes?”
Matthew immediately perked up. “You’re really staying?” I nodded, smiling at his eagerness. “Hall bathroom, one of the drawers. There should be toothpaste, too.”
I dropped a kiss on his shoulder and padded down the hall. I heard water running in from his bathroom, too. By the time I came back in the room, though, Matthew was back in bed, lying on his back, breathing deeply, already sound asleep.
Not wanting to wake him, I climbed into bed next to him. Before I could snuggle into his chest, though, he had rolled over on his side, and pulled me up a
gainst him, his arm wrapped around my waist. I took his hand in mine and twined my fingers with his. He dropped a sleepy kiss on my shoulder and pulled me in tighter.
We slept like that all night.
***
We spent all of Sunday eating leftovers, watching old movies, talking, and making love. Over and over. Matthew could give Aaron a run for his money – and Aaron was twenty years younger.
In the kitchen as I was getting myself a glass of water, Matthew came up behind me and slid his hands into the pajama bottoms he’d loaned me after we’d shared a shower in his double-headed, walk-in shower.
“Oh my god, you’re insatiable!” I said. It was three o’clock and we’d already made love four times that day. “How can you even have anything left?”
“I’m not sure I do,” he confessed, “I just wanted to touch you.” I leaned back against him, warm in the sweatshirt he’d loaned me to lounge around in.
“It’s getting late,” I breathed, trying not to be distracted by his hand sliding up my side. “I better get home.”
“Don’t go home,” Matthew said quickly, squeezing my hip with one hand while the other cupped my breast.
“I have to go to work tomorrow, you know,” I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.
“Be late. Sleep here again tonight. You can go home in the morning to change,” now Matthew’s hand had moved from my hip around to the front, and he was gently but firmly rubbing me in just the right spot to thoroughly distract me.
“OK,” I breathed, leaning against him.
“Really? You’ll stay?” Matthew nipped my neck, just below my ear.
“Yes,” I said, almost panting. “Just. Don’t. Stop.”
He didn’t. When my climax came, I fell against him, boneless. “Oh my god, I think I’m dizzy,” I said sincerely.
“Then I did it right,” he growled into my ear.
I turned around, and faced him. “Do you really want me to stay?”
He took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “Yes, I really want you to stay.” He pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I just want to hold you all night again.”
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