Chapter 26

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“I’ve dreamt of this.”

Her face went so hot. Whatever color she turned must have been a mortifying shade of red. For goodness’ sake was she developing a praise kink because of this man? Tahlia tugged him down and kissed him, nipping at his lower lip. She was rewarded with a low groan and a deeper kiss. His hands glided over her sides and tugged at her blouse to pull it out of her skirt’s waistband, allowing him to dance his fingers over her skin. A thick thigh made its way between her legs and she rubbed herself on it to alleviate her need for friction.

“Fuck, Tahlia,” his breath was hot and ragged on her cheek, “I can feel you…you’re soaking through my pants…”

“Mhm…” she took the lobe of his ear between her teeth and tugged.

He made a strange, choked noise and Tahlia wasn’t against the wall anymore. He picked her up, hands on her ass, and strode down a dark hallway to an open door. Not until Tahlia was deposited on a mattress did she realize they were in his bedroom. There was enough sunlight left in the day, streaming through a wide-window, that when she looked around. She didn’t have much time to take it in because he stripped off his clothes.

He was built like Adonis. Pale and sculpted; the moles that decorated his face continued across his chest and shoulders and Tahlia had the urge to kiss every single one. Her eyes followed the planes of his abs down to the line of hair below his navel and finally to his proudly erect - and proportional - cock. She’d already had him inside her but looking at him now had her wondering how he’d ever fit. When she managed to drag her eyes back up, she found him staring at her, waiting with some anxiety, which puzzled her at first.

He needs me to say I want him.

The realization he was waiting for her consent (and maybe approval) despite their deal and the fact it had to be blatantly obvious what she wanted, warmed Tahlia more than it should have. She smiled and stretched out her arms toward him in unmistakable invitation.

His response was enthusiastic.

Tahlia yelped when he threw himself onto the bed - how did it not break? - and resumed kissing her senseless. Somehow, she wasn’t crushed by his massive body, but instead he rolled them over so that she was laying on top of his firm - yes, very firm - upper half. A welcome groan met her ears when she slid her hands across his chest and abdomen, feeling for every divot and muscle and tucking away his sensitive spots to a special place in her brain.

Stupid dimples, Tahlia thought as she mouthed at his cheek. With a rush of air, she lifted herself up, planting her hands on his chest, and straddled his hips. She was still in her pencil skirt and heard a decisive rip but didn’t care. Not when his cock was pressing insistently against her through her underwear. She ground herself against him and reveled in the delicious sparks that shot through her entire body.

“Do we have condoms?” Matt asked raggedly, reminding Tahlia he was in dire straits. His fingers kneaded the flesh of her hips, subtly helping her move. While she considered letting him suffer just a little, that also meant delaying her own need and that wasn’t going to happen.

“No, I don’t think so.” She looked down at him, eyes hooded, but with the thought she rather enjoyed him from this position.

Matt moved one of his hands up, sliding his massive palm over her stomach, tugging at the buttons of her blouse as he climbed higher.

Tahlia closed her eyes and let him pluck her blouse apart. He drew in a breath when he finally managed to reveal her chest, breasts tucked into a simple cotton bra. With a quick and deft movement, Matt tugged the bra down. Nothing followed so Tahlia opened her eyes; he was staring at her.

“Beautiful,” he said, his low tone sending rivers of pleasure down her spine.

Tahlia didn’t think she’d ever undressed faster in her life. She scrambled off him, wiggled out of her skirt and underwear, tore off her blouse and bra, and was back on top of him in about three seconds. One of his hands snaked between her legs and Tahlia keened when he pushed two fingers inside her.

“Fuck,” she gasped, undulating her hips in time with his fingers’ thrusts. He curled them deep inside her and she shouted, hands flying to his shoulders to clutch him tightly, her nails digging into his flesh. But she didn’t want to fall apart like this and she yanked his hand away.

“I want you,” she breathed as she maneuvered herself over Matt’s cock.

And Tahlia sank down onto him with a drawn out groan echoed by the man beneath her. They were still for a few moments, giving Tahlia time to adjust but she needed less time to do that than she just wanted to savor how he filled her. Maybe overfilled her, but what a wonderful dilemma to have. After a few moments she rolled her hips experimentally, eliciting a sharp hiss from Matt and his hands flew up to her hips in a bruising grip.

With a slow, lust-drowsy smile, Tahlia braced herself on his chest and lifted herself halfway off his cock before sinking back down. She continued in the same, lazy way for some moments, his moans music to her ears. As the coil built up inside her, Tahlia grew more desperate for its unraveling and her movements increased until she was bouncing atop him, head thrown back, babbling a litany of curses as well as utter nonsense. Matt helped her, thrusting up every time she came down, driving his cock deep inside her, deeper than Tahlia ever experienced with a partner.

Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Her core tightened, there was a split second of stillness, then she burst, pulsing around him in erratic, hungry seizes. When he let out one final shout and thrust up one more time to empty himself, a certain part of her preened, glad to receive him. She fell forward, collapsing onto his heaving chest. After enough time to catch her breath, Tahlia lifted herself enough to place a sloppy kiss on Matt’s mouth. He buried the fingers of one hand into her hair, holding her in place.

He massaged her hips, soothing the places he’d gripped her so hard he’d left marks. Oh, yes, there were bruises already forming but Tahlia didn’t mind at all. Matt apparently did, though. “Fuck, Tahlia, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Her lips moved across his jaw and down his neck slowly. “I’m not made of glass.”

“No,” he murmured, sliding his hands up and down her back, “you’re…” He paused. “Perfect.”