by TJWEST
Marty is breathing heavily. Her hands are still doing wonders to my hair. I can feel her getting aroused by my touch. By my tongue. My hand slip inside the back of her panties. I squeeze her ass. “Oh God, Matt” She whispers.
“I want you, baby. I want you so much.” I whisper back. My hand still working her beautiful ass, while my other hand takes hold of her breast. I feel her nipple through the fabric; it tightens at the soft squeeze I give it. My mouth lands on it. I hear Marty moan even more. Shit, I'm harder now. I slowly bring down one side of her panties, exposing her ass. Her dress is up around her waist. My hard on is between her thighs and rubbing against her most precious place. I feel her hips moving. She wants more. I know she does.
*****
MARTY
I know I said I wasn't going to give in. I was going to stay guarded, but this is Matt we're talking about. He makes me melt. His touch makes me squirm. His tongue makes me lose all sense of thought - all sense of direction, all sense of right or wrong. He's so damn hot - he turns me on. My body is reacting while my head is cloudy and my heart is taking over.
We're both panting. We're both hungry for one another. He slips my underwear down my legs while I grab a hold of his shirt. It comes off the same time my body is exposed. I'm so wet for him It's not even funny.
His chest. Holy hell it's magnificent; beautiful toned abs and raging, lovely biceps. He's so smokin' hot!
He lifts my chest to his chest and kisses me. It wasn't just soft - It was soft, hard, passionate, all mixed in one. He brings my dress up to my armpits. I gladly lift my arms and let him take it off. My bra is the only thing left. While kissing my covered breasts, he finds the clasps and unhooks it. My breasts are now revealed.
“Fucking hell, you are gorgeous.” He manages to say.
His mouth covers my right nipple. Then the left nipple. I roll my head back when I feel his fingers guide into my wetness. Fingers moving in and out. Oh my God I think I could come just from the feel of his fingers playing with my clit. I moan - he moans.
I get a hold of his jeans. He helps me by unbuttoning them and moving the zipper down. I watch him take them off, along with his flip flops. His beautiful hardness is showing through is black boxer briefs. I put my hand on it. He stops and stares at me. His eyes are so heated they could burn a hole in you.
I stand up with him. I slide my sandals off. He then takes my face into his hands and kisses me ever so gently. I place my hands inside the back of his briefs and slide them down. He's now exposed.
Oh. My. God. What a sight. I kneel down, grabbing his shaft and slowly lick it.
“Fucking hell.” He seizes.
He grabs my shoulders and lightly pushes me onto the couch. He spreads my legs and begins tasting my wetness. My head is spinning with pleasure. My body is moving along with his tongue. Oh God, it feels heavenly! I make noises - noises I've never heard myself make. I feel it coming. I grab the side of the cushions and squeeze because It's coming faster and it's coming hard!
“Oh! Matt! Oh God!” I'm not a huge screamer, but this was close to a scream. More like a screech. I have never felt such pleasure in my life!
When he kisses me I taste myself. It arouses me. “My God, Marty, that was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Fucking amazing, baby.” Husky...I love husky.
We kiss some more. He kisses my nipples some more. Biting them. Sucking them. I hold onto his back while he guides himself into me. Wow, he feels so good - so amazingly good.
“Fuck, Marty.” His says breathlessly. We move together. My hips move upward, left foot is up on the back of the couch while the other foot digs into his back. Our bodies are now connected like a puzzle that was missing it's piece. We look at each other, panting, sweating, kissing. My hands slide up and down his muscled back. I feel them working. It's beautiful. He lifts my ass from underneath and starts to fuck me harder. He's so deep! Sweet Jesus, It feels so good! I can feel him reaching his peak. He throws his head back, with his eyes squeezed shut, groaning from the pleasure. His heart is pounding. His breath is rapid. He opens his eyes and kisses me - long and slow. He doesn't pull out right away. He brings his hands to my face and smiles.
Damn, that smile makes me melt.
CHAPTER 10
MARTY
I had no idea how long we were lying together on the couch; maybe minutes, maybe an hour. Time had just simply stopped.
I was wrapped in Matt's arms; legs entwined together, spooning. I felt him stroking my arm, my stomach. Chills ran through my body at every stroke. His naked, manly, strong body behind mine. Holy crap! I couldn't quite wrap my head around that fact.
I felt at peace, but I also felt scared. I felt weak that I let him get to me. I let him get inside my heart. I'm mad at myself for breaking down my wall, but I'm also, so very happy. I don't remember being this happy. It's been forever! Right now, in this moment, he's made me feel safe. He's made me feel like there is hope. I haven’t felt this way since the day we first made love.
The warm breeze was touching our bare skin as we lay on a blanket, underneath the limbo tree. We had just finished swimming in the pond, enjoying our last evening together. We knew this was going to be the night - the night we lost our virginity. I knew it the moment he laid his lips upon mine that I wanted him to be my first. I was ready.
Looking deep into my eyes, bodies tightly wrapped against one another, Matt nervously asks me again, “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I touch his cheek with the palm of my hand, kissing him lightly. Smiling, I whisper, “I couldn’t be more sure of anything. You could never hurt me.”
I laid underneath Matt’s body, waiting for the intensity of my inner core being ripped, but I felt nothing but pleasure. We took our time exploring each others bodies. The thrill and overwhelming plunge of my very first orgasm was an out of body experience - I was dizzy with happiness. I knew from this day forward that Matt and I were bonded; we were meant to be together, forever.
Funny how things turned out in the end.
I now know, deep down, that I'm no good for him. I'm still the same damaged person I was this morning. I just don't know how to explain that to him.
I feel him kiss my shoulder. “What are ya thinkin' about?” He asked, sounding concerned.
“Um... I'm thinking, where do we go from here?” I say in a whisper. I bite my bottom lip.
He holds me tighter.
That's what I'm talking about!
Safe. He makes me feel...so safe. I like safe. I like feeling this way. I like that he can go from being so gentle with me one minute and then intensely rock my world in the next; that is something he did not do when we were kids. The rough, intense sex as an adult has flipped my equilibrium upside down. I loved it.
He brings his lips to the top of my cheek. “Well, lets start out by getting something to eat. Whaddya say?” Huskiness voice says in my ear.
Melting again. Smiling.
“I think that I can handle lunch.” I said smiling. Smiling was another new thing I wasn't used to doing. It felt nice - he felt nice. I turned, faced him, wrapped my arms around his head while he grabbed me around my waist and took me in for another long, hot kiss.
I could get used to this. Oh yeah, I really could.
*****
MATT
I could have laid with her, kissed her, touched her, watched her come, all day but I could sense something was off when I asked her what she was thinking. I didn't want to push her any further. We already went so far in so little time.
She felt so amazing in my arms; touching her silky skin. Being deep inside her felt like we never parted in the first place. It was like being home.
She was my home.
“You always wear these?” Marty asked me while observing my tags with her fingers.
“Yeah. It's a reminder.”
She brought the tags to her lips and lightly kissed them. I could do nothing but bring those lips onto mine to show her how much her affe
ction meant to me. She took the breath out of me. How I have missed her affection.
“As much as I would love to hold you all day I think I hear someone's stomach growling.”
She chuckled, “Well, I did only have coffee this morning....soooo..... you need to stop distracting me and take me to lunch like you said you would.”
Shit, that laugh and teasing is so hot.
We both get up from the couch. I grab her sweet ass and give her one more kiss. Damn, I can't stop kissing her.
*****
MARTY
I don't know why, but I feel so shy when he takes my hand as we head down to get some lunch. It still feels so natural, so comfortable. It's like we never lost those fifteen years.
I try to hide my smile, but I can feel his eyes on me. I look up and he is smiling too. He doesn't have to say anything to me because I can tell he's feeling the same way.
Throughout lunch we didn't speak much. I think our appetites took over from our previous 'workout.' Holy crap! I still cannot believe what we did. I have butterflies in my stomach from just thinking about it - It was hot and it was magical. Matt lit a fire inside me that I can't shake away. He has been the only person who could ever make me feel on fire. He's got such passion. I feel his passion when he kisses me. Passion with his music. Passion with his dreams. To think he had to give all that up to fight for our country. I'll always admire him for that. But it hurts me that his dad was the cause of all our turmoil. My heart hurts for Matt. What he must have gone through each and every day. I can't even imagine.
I then start to think about my life. What a mess it turned out to be. I had nothing going for myself. No dreams to follow - just nightmares. Pain and anguish was what my life developed into. What a miserable ten years I've had. How was I supposed to tell Matt about what happened to me? I know our experiences are not to be compared; Matt telling me how he saw the men and women, who became his brothers and sisters, died in front of him. How he saw families being exploded right before his eyes. Oh my God I can't even fathom those thoughts! He said he still has recurring dreams about those days, but his music, friends, and shop help him stay sane. Helps him stay happy.
I envy that. I want to be happy. I want my memories of the last ten years - actually the last two years - to disappear. The memories are still too fresh. I wonder how long it will take for the hurting to go away?
*****
We walk, hand in hand, back to my car. “Well, this is me.” I say, not really sure what else to do. I want to smother him with kisses again, but I restrain myself. He kisses my hand, then pulls me into him and flourishes my mouth with his own. Holy hell! I guess restraining is not the answer, right? I believe I just melted again. My hands automatically go into the back of his hair. I love his hair.
He places his hands on the side of my head and thumbs on my cheeks. His huskiness comes back. “Hell, that felt great.”
Good thing we each had a mint after lunch because we were both breathing heavily. I lick my lips and give him a slight grin. He literally takes my breath away.
“I really should be going.” Licking my lips again.
His eyes heat up again. “If you keep up with licking those sexy lips, I'll drag your sweet ass back to my office and fuck you on my desk this time.”
Oh. My. God. How do I respond to that?!
“My God.” I said breathy and hoarse - cleared my throat. “Dinner, at my place tonight?”
What did I just ask? Fuck, I'm so weak!
“Hell, ya.” Matt replied with a wicked smile.
His smile. Hot!
We both get out our cell phones. I text him my address. So there ya have it. He now has my address and phone number. I am surely losing it.
When Matt got my text, he chuckles, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“What? What's wrong?”
He looks up and explains, “I live right behind you. On the next block.”
You gotta be fucking kidding me, is right!
I chuckle along with him. “Oh my God. This is just friggin crazy.”
“Yeah.” Shaking his head in disbelief. He gives me another hug and hot, soft kiss.
I drive off with that unfamiliar smile on my face. Again.
Losing it!
CHAPTER 11
MATT
Damn, why the hell am I so nervous? It's not like this is our first encounter or something. Hell, we just had sex in my office no more than three hours ago! But I just can't help it.
I'm so anxious to see her again. To hold her. To talk with her. To get to know her again.
I stopped to buy a bottle of wine, then went home and took a shower. I had a shot of whiskey before I walked over to her house. I needed to cool my nerves before I saw her beautiful face. I still couldn't believe we lived one street over from one another. How long have we been neighbors? Marty hasn't told me her reasons for being in San Diego so I'm really hoping she will open up to me tonight.
It seems fate has brought us back together again. I'm praying it continues to stay on our side.
*****
I ring the doorbell. Wine bottle in one hand and the other on the door frame. When she opened that door I nearly dropped the bottle. She looked amazing; she changed her dress from earlier and put on another sexy one. This one was long with tiny spaghetti straps. Blue shapes, and blue stripes all over the white fabric. This time she had her hair down in long ringlets. Damn, I could get lost in that beautiful hair. I could also smell her perfume, which drove me crazy.
Instead of putting the bottle down I grabbed her waist with my available hand and gave her a deep kiss and tasted her hot, sweet tongue. She felt so damn good.
How did I survive these last fifteen years without her?
*****
MARTY
Hotness, hotness, hotness!
Standing in my doorway - hand on the door frame, hip slightly bent, holding a bottle of wine. Wow, I opened my door to the hottest man I've ever encountered; he was wearing a blue knitted polo shirt with four buttons down the neck - by the way showed off his gorgeous biceps - grayish jeans with brown boots and his hair was slicked back - still wet from a shower.
Next thing I knew I was taken into his arms melting from his kiss. He walked me back against the wall of my entry way, closing the door with the back of his foot, all the while still kissing me, and pushing his hardness against me. I had a hold of his hair, feeling how wet it was. So slick and thick.
Somehow he was able to set down the wine during our passionate embrace; not sure how he was able to do that, but I didn’t care.
He had our hands above my head, holding them together with such force. Kissing my neck, my throat, my jaw. I couldn't say or do anything but close my eyes and take it in.
“Matt.” I whispered.
“Yeah, baby.” He whispered back.
“We should stop.” I was totally lying to myself If I wanted it to stop.
Our hands came down. He took hold of my waist, explored my back with his big, manly hands and explored all the way back down to my ass.
“Matt.” I whispered again.
He found my mouth again and kissed me heavily. I think he did that to shut me up, but the kissed slowed down. Lips parted. Breathing heavily. Eyes on each other.
“I couldn't help myself. You look breathtaking, Marty.” Huskiness is back.
“I shall say the same goes for you.” I announce back.
He gave me one more kiss, took his bottle of wine and poured us each a glass.
“Dinner is almost ready. You want to go out on the deck?”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
I take his hand and lead the way. Matt takes a seat on the lounge chair and pulls me with him so I'm sitting on his lap. I'm liking this very, very much. I like being on his lap. It's very cozy and feels natural. Things are very natural with Matt! We may be older and getting to know each other again but it feels like we never left one another. I love being in his arms. So strong. So warm. So safe.
“It's a beautiful night.” Matt says quietly.
I nod my head and say, “I love this time of night. I love coming out here when the sun is setting and the crowd has died down. It's so very peaceful.”
I turn to look at Matt. He looks at me and we just stare into each others eyes. He kisses me softly. “You're so beautiful, Marty. So very beautiful.” He whispers to me while he has his thumb on my cheek. “I've missed you like you wouldn't believe.” His eyes - so passionate.
“I've missed you too. So much” I whisper back. I feel my eyes burn. A thick tear rolls slowly down my cheek. Matt lightly brushes it away. Damn, his touch.
I hear the timer go off from the oven.
I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand and try to laugh off from what I was feeling. “I'm gonna go check on dinner.” I get off his lap and practically run to the kitchen. I can't cry every time he's near me. I need to get a hold of myself, but the way he looks at me weakens me. The way he made me feel, those long years ago, is so much stronger today that's it's almost unbearable. I'm not sure I can describe why I feel this way when I can't even describe it to myself.
We had a nice, quiet dinner. The ipod was playing in the background. We heard a few songs we both loved that brought us back in time. Something always seems to bring us back to where we left off. I sometimes hate thinking about the past because that's when I was the happiest. The happiest was when we were young and in love. Now we're adults, finding our way back to that happiness or at least I was trying to find that happiness again.
“More wine?” Matt asked as I was headed to the couch. I nod in reply.