Chapter 21

21

He was so solid. More than the wall at her back. His hands, his chest, his arms. His hip where’d she’d slung her leg. Where he stood between her thighs. Everywhere.

Except his mouth. His mouth was soft even as his tongue demanded entrance between her lips. Tahlia opened to him with a sigh.

His hands - they’d made a mess of her hair, ruining the careful style she’d worn that night - trailed down her sides, fingers dancing against the silk of her red dress as they looked for purchase. His pelvis ground into hers and she gasped at the fire ignited by the friction. She wondered if he felt the flame, too.

From the sound of his answering groan, he did.

Tahlia reached down between them and palmed him - already hard - over his trousers. His breath stuttered and he thrust into her hand. A proud little smile lifted Tahlia’s lips which disappeared as his mouth latched onto her neck and he sucked a mark she knew she wouldn’t be able to cover.

“Matt,” she hissed. A low laugh was his response. That wouldn’t do. Tahlia planted her hands on his cheeks and drew him back to her face. She took his plump bottom lip between hers and sucked it into her mouth, allowing her teeth to scrape the soft flesh as she pulled away. His stunned expression lasted only a second before he growled and gripped her ass in both hands to lift her up. Tahlia wrapped her legs around him instinctively - thanking her lucky stars she was wearing a flowy dress with a slit up her thigh - and her hands flew up to his shoulders and oh, it was perfect. He was lined up exactly where she wanted him. Just his trousers remained between them.

One large hand slipped beneath the folds of her dress and when he reached his goal he groaned.

“You’re not wearing… Tahlia…”

Tahlia pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.

A shudder went through his body and his chest heaved. “Are you sure?”

More sure than she’d been in a long time. “Yes,” she said instead. To prove her point she lowered one hand to his fly and did not break eye contact as she undid the clasp and lowered the zipper. When she reached inside she was delighted to find he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his trousers either. His cock was standing erect and proud and Tahlia couldn’t help looking down to watch as her fingers closed around him and she stroked.

A guttural noise ripped from his throat and his forehead dropped to her shoulder. Tahlia curled her fingers where they gripped his hair, scraping his scalp as she gave him two more strokes, her thumb swirling around his tip, before she guided him to her entrance. She wasn’t worried about taking him. He was big but she’d been wet for him since they’d left the bar, before they’d found a dark hallway and she’d pulled him against her by his tie and he’d begun to kiss her like his life depended on it.

Matt raised his head as his cock slipped through her folds and his mouth took hers in a hard, desperate kiss she melted against. How long had he wanted her? As long as she’d realized she’d wanted him?

Slowly he inched his way inside her and Tahlia gasped at the way he stretched her. No one had ever felt the way he did. She wasn’t sure anyone ever would.

Once he was fully seated he paused and Tahlia was grateful. She hadn’t thought she’d need a moment to adjust but she did. Their chests rose and fell in tandem and Tahlia could tell he was trembling just a little bit. She encircled her arms around his shoulders. She was ready.

“Matt, move.”

Too much and not enough. That’s what he was. Every time he pushed in she thought she’d cry but every time he pulled out she wanted to cry even more because he was leaving. It was slow and tortuous and beautiful. But she wanted more. She needed more.

“I said fuck me,” she hissed in his ear and clenched her legs around him. Matt puffed out a curse and his hands tightened on her ass, his arms raising her up an inch or two before he slammed into her and set about doing what she’d told him.

This was the most alive she’d felt in… Tahlia didn’t know how long. At least as long as she’d lived with her grandfather. Matt panted out praises and curses that filled her ears as much as he filled her cunt and Tahlia was on the cusp much sooner than she’d expected. She just needed a little more…

Her fingers were almost on her clit when his hand bat hers away. Tahlia whined but his mouth closed over hers and smothered it.

“You’re going to come because I make you come,” he huffed, somehow keeping his pace despite the distraction. Tahlia nodded, too overcome to say a word, and groaned as his thick fingers pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He circled her clit with a deadly precision that had Tahlia seeing stars.

Between that and his unrelenting cock she came apart mere seconds later, shaking and pulsing around him as she gasped his name over and over, like a sacred mantra only he could answer. He interrupted her with another, bruising kiss as she rode out her pleasure.

She knew the second he was about to pull out and dug her nails into his shoulders to stop him.

If Matt had been stunned earlier he was downright bewildered now.

“Are-”

“I'm sure.” Tahlia said and that was all he needed. Their lips met again as he renewed his thrusts, chasing his pleasure. Tahlia matched his movements, urging him on with kisses to his neck and whispered words of how good he felt inside her.

It wasn’t long before he stilled and uttered a low, drawn out groan that ended with her name, his head dropping to her chest. Tahlia shuddered at the sensation of him spilling inside her and kissed the top of his head with more gentleness than she expected to feel. That was the theme of the night, apparently: the unexpected.

A minute passed while they both recovered, their erratic breaths the only noise filling the hall.

Then Matt lifted his head and stared at Tahlia, the dim light from the nearest lamp glistening in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Tahlia actually blushed.

“What a gentleman,” she quipped but a smile played at her mouth. Music from the ballroom drifted through the hall and the smile fell as she remembered where she was. “I, um, I should probably get back…”

“Right.” Maybe his nod was disappointed. Maybe she was imagining it. In any case he slowly pulled out of her. Tahlia almost - almost - released a whine of protest but bit her tongue. Matt gingerly set her down on her feet and, after tucking himself back into his trousers, to her great surprise, knelt and pulled a handkerchief from his suit coat’s inside pocket. She didn’t breathe as he gently lifted her dress and cleaned the mess on her thighs.

When he was done he rose and slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket. Tahlia didn’t know what to say so she kissed him, soft and chastely at first but he wasn’t satisfied with that. Matt put his arms around her and pulled her in for a deeper kiss Tahlia couldn’t help reciprocating.

“Tahlia,” he rasped, not fully separating their mouths. “Tell me you want this to happen again.”

If her heart had been about to explode before, it was going nuclear now.

“What?” she blurted, for the most part to buy time. She hadn’t been expecting that.

Matt pulled away enough so that she could see his face. His expression was dark and hungry and sent a shiver down her spine.

“I don’t want this to be a one-off.” He lifted a hand and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think you do, either.”

“How do you know what I want?” Her response wasn’t waspish. She was honestly curious. “You don’t know me. No one does.”

“But I do. I do know you, sweetheart.” Matt whispered. “Better than I know myself. I know what you are. What you need.”

“What do I need? You?” she laughed quietly. “You’ve got some ego.”

But he slipped his hand around and cupped the back of her head, curling his fingers into her hair and drawing her close to his mouth again. Tahlia sucked in a breath and gripped his shirt in her hands. New arousal coiled in her core and she couldn’t help the way she molded herself to him.

“Yes. You need me.” His voice was deeper somehow, richer, and reverberated through her body like a bass drum. He was right. She was thrumming, alive, feeling again and it was because of him.

“Yes.” Her voice shook as she admitted it. “I want this. Want you.”

Tahlia didn’t really know why. Maybe it was all lust or maybe there was something else there. Something emotional. It didn’t matter at the moment. Maybe it didn’t matter at all. But what she did know was that the events of that night were definitely happening again.

He seemed surprised by her candor but a small smile lifted his lips and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As she tried to return the kiss, Tahlia felt herself wake. She looked around the

room and felt her sweat-damp sheets. Just a dream. It had been just a dream.