Serenity (Inevitable Book 5)

by Janet Nissenson

  Which was very likely why she was becoming increasingly aroused with each passing minute, why her hands seemed to linger as if with a will of their own on Matthew’s lower back, his biceps, his calves. It was true that he wasn’t as muscular as Tessa’s husband - Matthew was a few inches shorter, about twenty five pounds lighter, and built along leaner lines than Ian, who had the powerful physique of a professional bodybuilder. But Sasha had never been attracted to imposingly muscular men, had always felt a little intimidated in their presence, perhaps because she herself was of only medium height and a slight build. Matthew’s form, on the other hand, reminded her of an athlete’s - similar to a triathlete who’d been a client of hers once, or a swimmer she’d worked with a few times.

  “Time to turn over,” she murmured softly, as she placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

  She kept her eyes averted as he slowly shifted onto his back, focusing her attention on rearranging the top sheet so that his lower body remained covered at all times. But once Matthew had settled himself, she couldn’t help from sneaking a quick, furtive peek, and had to bite her bottom lip to stifle a gasp at the sight of his impressive erection tenting the sheet. And then, for some unknown reason, instead of glancing away again she found herself meeting his very intense, very hot gaze.

  This time Sasha wasn’t able to suppress her gasp of mingled surprise and alarm when Matthew grasped her wrist and pulled her close enough that her hip collided with the massage table. Her eyes widened in shock as he swung his legs over the side of the table, shoving the covers off of his body at the same time – his very naked and very, very aroused body.

  She tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp, while at the same time finding it impossible to tear her eyes away from his proudly erect penis. “Matthew, what are you - this can’t be happening. I - ”

  “Please.” The single word escaped his lips in a husky whisper. “God, it’s been such a long time, Sasha. I’ve wanted this, wanted you, since the first time I felt your hands on me. And I’m not talking about the first time you gave me a massage. I meant when you and I danced together at Ian and Tessa’s wedding back in June. I thought then that you were the loveliest woman I’d ever met, and even though I was still a married man I knew I wanted you. So, please. Don’t deny me. You have no idea how much I need this.”

  Sasha nearly recoiled in shock as he brought her hand to his cock, and especially when she felt how hard he was, how his hot flesh was pulsing beneath her fingers. “We can’t do this,” she whispered urgently, even as she began to stroke his cock with long, slow strokes. “I mean, you’re my client, and this is really crossing a line.”

  He groaned his pleasure as her hand continued to pump his cock, his breathing becoming uneven. “If - if that’s the only issue,” he panted, “then consider yourself fired.”

  Before she could think up a retort, he’d literally scooped her up onto his lap, then threaded a hand into her curls to hold her head still. In the next second his mouth was on hers, kissing her like a starving man, and with a sigh of surrender she began to kiss him back.

  Matthew’s kisses were rough, a little clumsy even, and completely lacking in any sort of finesse, but none of that mattered to Sasha. She could sense his overwhelming need for her, for this sort of physical closeness and connection that he’d been missing, and she willingly gave herself over to him. She ran her palms over his bare chest and upper back, caressingly this time instead of in her usual clinical manner, and could clearly feel the press of his erection against her backside.

  And then Matthew proved just how strong and fit he really was by lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the other side of the condo into his bedroom, their lips still tightly fused in one hungry kiss after the other. He’d left a lamp on, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, and carefully set her on her feet by the side of the king-sized platform bed.

  “Can - can I undress you?” he murmured hesitantly. “Or, um, would you rather do it yourself?”

  She smiled at him, finding his uncertainty and fumbling incredibly endearing, even arousing, and cupped his cheek tenderly. “I’d like you to do it. Please.”

  Matthew hands were visibly shaking as he grasped the hem of her lightweight sweater and began to pull it up over her head. He stared for long seconds at the sight of her torso clad only in a cream lace bra before his palms skimmed lightly up the sides of her ribcage. Clumsily, he unhooked the bra, baring her small, firm breasts.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he marveled as he cupped her breasts reverently. “So perfect.”

  When he’d fumbled three times with the hook and zipper of her skirt, Sasha took pity on him and unfastened it herself, letting the garment drop soundlessly to the floor. She’d removed her shoes upon entering the condo, since she always preferred to be barefoot, and was now clothed in just a skimpy pair of panties that matched the bra. Matthew’s hot gaze burned a path down her belly and hips all the way to her toes.

  Then he shocked her again by dropping to his knees in front of her, practically tearing the fragile scrap of lace from her body before burying his face between her legs. Sasha cried out in surprise as he nuzzled his nose against the damp golden brown curls there, her hands tangling in his hair as she bucked her pelvis up against his mouth.

  “I love that you left this natural,” he rasped, his thumb brushing softly through her pubic hair. “And I love how good you smell. And especially how good you taste.”

  “Ohhh.”

  Her head fell back in rapture as his tongue flicked briefly over her clitoris before plunging deep inside her wet slit. It didn’t matter to her in the least that he seemed as lacking in finesse with oral sex as he did with French kissing, and she thought somewhat incoherently that she liked his overeager attempts to give her pleasure, that she preferred his wildness and lack of control over what a more practiced lover might have done. Especially when he added his fingers to the mix, and the result was a really fantastic orgasm, one of the best she’d ever had.

  Matthew was staring up at her, as though unable to believe he’d brought her to climax quite that easily. “Did you - I mean, was that real? Did I really - ”

  Sasha laughed huskily, running a finger over his lips that were shiny with her juices. “Uh, huh. You sure did. And it was amazing. Really, really amazing.”

  He looked both dazed and joyous at the same time, and didn’t resist as she pulled back the duvet and then tugged him onto the bed with her.

  “Your turn now,” she whispered, just before sliding down his body sinuously and taking his throbbing cock into her mouth with one motion.

  “Ah, fuck!” he cried, his lower body bucking up off the mattress as she took long, slow pulls of his penis with her lips, taking him as deep inside of her mouth as she could manage.

  Sasha knew he wouldn’t last long this first time, not when he was so obviously aroused and needy, and when he likely hadn’t had sex in months. He began to move in sync with the pull of her mouth, thrusting his hips eagerly as she focused on intensifying his pleasure.

  She slid a hand back to very gently squeeze his balls, and that was all he needed to come, spilling himself uncontrollably inside her eager, welcoming mouth. Matthew emitted a long, drawn out groan, his body shuddering in release, and then flopped back weakly against the mattress.

  Sasha curled up against his side, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern over his bare chest and abs, her lips pressed against his shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He took her hand in his, then brought it to his lips.

  “That was - unbelievable,” he told her hoarsely, and she was startled to glimpse a sheen of tears in his eyes. “If I told you how long it’s been since I’ve felt that good, you probably wouldn’t believe it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt that good. Thank you, Sasha.”

  “Shh.” She placed a finger over his lips. “Silly man. Don’t ever thank me for something like that. Especially when you were enough of a gentleman
to take care of me first.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, but that was really for me, too. You’ve got such a beautiful body, Sasha. I just couldn’t help myself.”

  She laughed softly before snuggling up against his body, pulling his arm a little tighter around her shoulders. “I’m not sure anyone has ever had that sort of instant reaction around me before. But thank you, Matthew. Both for the compliment and the orgasm.” Her voice turned sober as she asked him quietly, “How long had it been for you?”

  “Since I had sex?” he asked, with a half-smile. “Or since I had a blow job? The answer to the first part is several months, certainly awhile before I filed for divorce. As for the latter - well, years is the answer. I’d have to do some real thinking before I could remember exactly how many.”

  Sasha frowned, interlacing her fingers with his. “Didn’t your wife like oral sex? I mean, I know it’s not for everyone.”

  Matthew gave a short, sardonic laugh. “Oh, I’m sure she likes it well enough. Just not necessarily with me. In fact, the straw that broke the camel’s back in terms of my filing for divorce was when I wandered in on her with another guy.”

  She gasped in dismay. “Oh, God, Matthew. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. You’ve never talked about what specifically broke the two of you up. It must have been so upsetting for you to discover she was having an affair.”

  He shook his head. “Not by that point, no. Lindsey - well, she’s been having a series of little flings for some time now, going back more than a couple of years. When I first figured it out, I was upset, wanted nothing more than to confront her and demand it stop. But I blamed myself, you see. Because I was working so many hours, was away from home so often, I rationalized it away as her being lonely and feeling neglected.”

  “No.” Sasha was emphatic in her denial. “That’s not an excuse, not even a little. She should have talked to you, worked things out, instead of setting out to hurt you.”

  Matthew cupped her cheek tenderly. “I should have expected a reaction like that from you. But not everyone is as kind as you are, Sasha. Or as considerate of someone’s feelings. And that turned out to be just the beginning of Lindsey’s serial cheating. I put a private detective on her, pretty much knew every move she made for over a year. But I never confronted her about it, never let on that I so much as suspected. Part of that was because I didn’t want a showdown, didn’t want to have my kids hurt by the fallout. But over time I came to realize that it was also because I’d stopped caring about her. Or about our marriage. I just lacked the motivation to do anything about it. Until I walked inside this very room and literally caught her in the act.”

  “Here? It was in this room that you saw her?” asked Sasha, not bothering to hide her revolt.

  “Yup. But don’t worry. One of the first things I did after kicking her out and calling my lawyer was to replace the bed, and every piece of bedding. The only person who’s ever slept on this mattress or these sheets has been me. At least until now.”

  “That was a smart move on your part,” she agreed. “Though I’m guessing getting rid of the bed was a lot easier than wiping out the bad memories you must have associated with this room.”

  Matthew startled her anew by swiftly rolling her under his body, his leanly muscled thighs straddling her hips. “Well, if you’re willing, I can think of at least one way to wipe out the bad memories. And replace them with some very, very good ones.”

  “Mmm.”

  Sasha wound her arms around his neck as he claimed her lips in a deep, searching kiss, their tongues tangling almost frantically. His hands roamed over her nude body, touching her everywhere - squeezing her breasts, skimming over her hips, cupping her ass. He drew a long, low moan from her lips as he thrust two long fingers deep inside her vagina, where she was still wet from her previous climax.

  “I want you again,” he rasped against her ear.

  She reached down between their bodies and grasped his fully erect cock, stroking him persuasively. “Yes,” she whispered. “Make love to me, Matthew.”

  He was almost comically uncoordinated as he fumbled inside a nightstand drawer for a condom, and then cursed vividly when he had trouble tearing it open. Calmly, Sasha extracted the packet from his fingers and opened it easily, then just as smoothly rolled the latex over his penis.

  “Thanks,” he mumbled, looking more than a little embarrassed. “Guess I’m a little out of practice.”

  She shook her head, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead that was beaded with sweat. “My hands are just smaller, that’s all,” she soothed. “And it’s been quite awhile for me, too, by the way.”

  Matthew looked like he was ready to debate that point, at least until Sasha positioned the tip of his cock between her thighs, and he quickly seemed to forget about anything else except burying himself as deeply inside of her as possible.

  “Ah, God, you feel so good,” he rasped, burying his face against the side of her neck, his tongue tracing the small shell of her earlobe. His thrusts were slow and controlled, but she could tell by the tightly bunched muscles of his biceps that he was deliberately holding back. “It’s been so long since anything felt this good.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, then cupped his cheeks between her hands and kissed him with mingled tenderness and passion. “It’s the same for me,” she whispered. “Don’t hold back, Matthew. Let yourself enjoy this.”

  He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly, and gritting his teeth. “I don’t want this to end,” he protested weakly. “I’m half-afraid that if I let myself go it will all be over with too soon. And that nothing will ever feel this good again.”

  Her hands slid to the tight curves of his ass, her nails digging slightly into the flesh as she silently urged him to go faster. “It will always feel this good,” she told him fiercely. “And I’ll be here for as long as you want me. So don’t be afraid of anything when we’re together. And don’t ever, ever hold back.”

  Her words acted like a sort of trigger for Matthew, causing the very last of his self-control to snap, and then he was like a madman, pounding into her welcoming body as though he was starved for affection, for intimacy. Sasha bit down on his shoulder to stifle a tiny cry of alarm as the sex quickly became wild, almost savage, and more than a little dirty. He was alternately groaning and grunting, cursing and then calling out her name, and the whole time he kept increasing the rapidity and force of his thrusts, until she was very nearly seeing stars each time the broad head of his cock rammed against the tip of her cervix.

  It wasn’t always easy for Sasha to orgasm vaginally, and she typically needed to have her clit stimulated at the same time before she could climax. But as the wild, frantic fucking continued, she felt the orgasm approaching, her hands by now clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets for leverage, as Matthew had most definitely stopped holding back and was taking her on the ride of her life.

  When it hit, the orgasm stunned her, causing her mouth to fall open in a wide “O”, and the tight walls of her vagina to convulse around his cock. Mere seconds later, he was following her over, shouting out incoherent phrases, his body shaking uncontrollably as he found his release.

  They both remained motionless for several minutes, their sweat-slicked bodies still joined together, as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Sasha was more than content to remain exactly that way, not speaking or moving, simply reveling in the sensations that were still humming through her body. But at Matthew’s next hoarsely murmured words, she rose up on an elbow to gaze at him tenderly.

  “That,” he began haltingly, “was absolutely the most incredible experience of my life. And I - well, not surprisingly I haven’t felt like much of a man these past couple of years, ever since I discovered that my wife was so dissatisfied with me as a husband and a lover that she had to try for the world record in bed hopping. You - well, let’s just say that I’ve never felt as much like a man as I do right now. Thank you for giving me that, Sas
ha. For giving me my dignity back. Not to mention the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  She felt tears begin to well in her eyes at the heartfelt sadness and honesty of his words, and gave a small shake of her head. “Same here,” she replied softly. “You’re a wonderful lover, Matthew, in spite of any doubts your wife might have given you. You’re passionate and uninhibited and giving. And you’ve pleased me very, very well. So don’t ever think less of yourself as a man ever again, because you’re the best man I’ve ever met.”

  He pulled her into his arms fiercely, as though afraid she’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight. “You know,” he admitted in a sheepish voice, “when Tessa first encouraged me to set up a massage appointment with you, she said that you would be good for me in more ways than one. I’m not sure if this was exactly what she had in mind when she said that, but she was definitely right.”

  Sasha laughed softly. “Tessa is very much a romantic. And I think since she’s living her very own fairytale these days with Ian, she wishes everyone could be as happy as the two of them are. But I’m glad that I’ve been able to help you, Matthew. Because like I told you at the wedding back in June, you’re much too kind of a man to ever be unhappy.”

  “Speaking of making me happy.” He brought one of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the palm. “It would make me very, very happy if you’d agree to spend the night. I’ll drive you home in the morning, whatever time you might need to be somewhere.”

  She hesitated. “I don’t teach class until late afternoon, but I do have an early massage appointment scheduled at the studio. But I don’t know, Matthew. Sleepovers aren’t usually my thing.”

  “Please?” He pretended to beg, giving her his best puppy dog eyes, until she couldn’t help herself from laughing.

  “It depends,” she teased. “I can’t start the day without a cup of herbal tea, so if you don’t have any on hand, the deal is off.”