Chapter 25

DARCY

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I just had the most fantastic dream. It's not the first time I've dreamed about Matt and me. No, that's a regular occurrence. But this dream was so vivid and real, I didn't want to wake up. As sleep leaves me, I feel a pull around my stomach while something large and hard pokes me in the back. I open my eyes to the reality that I wasn't dreaming, but remembering the night with Matt.

His gentle breathing buzzes in my ear, and my lips turn up into a wicked grin. I've had sex before, but what I had with Matt? That was more. I've never felt so cherished. Pleasured. Totally fucked. That guy wore me out in all the best ways.

I gently work my way out of his embrace and head to the bathroom, where I notice Matt has a new toothbrush set out for me, and my heart melts a little more. I slip on one of his t-shirts, wondering where my underwear ended up. When I sneak back into the room, Matt is sitting up against the headboard, looking all kinds of sexy. His eyes track me, and I stop, unsure what to do. The morning after is an unfamiliar experience for me. "Damn. You look sexy in my shirt." His smile is sweet, but his bedhead and hooded eyes say the opposite of sweet.

The warmth of my blush rushes to my cheeks. I don't want to ruin this moment. Then he pulls the comforter back and pats the mattress. "Come here, pretty girl."

I snuggle in next to him, and he wraps me in his arms, pulling me into his chest. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Good morning," I say shyly.

"It is." His smile reaches his eyes. "You feeling okay?"

I'm a little sore. Thinking about why makes me blush. I'm not telling him, or he'd cover me in bubble wrap, and I'm looking forward to an encore of last night. "Yeah, great. You?"

"Never better."

His hand absently rubs up and down my back. I mirror his moves, letting my fingers trace down his chest, admiring his washboard abs. I let my hand drift further south finding him hard. I wrap my hand around his shaft and explore him.

I'm curious. "Is this an every morning occurrence?"

"It is when you're around."

"Well, I should do something about it." I wink, kiss him on his cheek, and move down his chest with my lips. My tongue wants to taste him.

My body is awake, and I can't get enough. I rub the droplet of pre-cum with my thumb licking him from bottom to tip, tasting his wetness. His chest vibrates as he says my name. I've never felt so empowered in my life, and I'm ready to take charge. I take him into my mouth as far as possible without hitting my gag reflex, licking, sucking. His fingers wrap around my hair, tugging, guiding. I've only done this once before, and I can honestly say I didn't enjoy it. But now? I love making Matt feel good. I gently run my teeth along his vein and wrap my tongue around his tip. My hand finds his balls and work them at the same time.

"Darcy," he says, breathless.

"Yes?"

"Darcy, baby, I need you to stop." I worry I'm not doing this right, but he seems to like it.

"Oh, okay." He guides me up his chest and takes my chin in his hands. He kisses me gently, almost chastely.

"What's wrong?" His eyes search mine, seeking an answer to a question.

"Nothing. Was I doing it wrong?" My insecurity washes over me, and I start to move away.

He pulls me into his chest, and his mouth is anything but chaste, his lips pressing into mine, his tongue attacking me, devouring me.

He speaks to me with his lips pressed against mine. "When I come, I want to be deep inside you, pretty girl. You were doing everything right. I can assure you."

His words fill me with euphoria.

He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He covers himself, reaches between my legs, and rubs against my wetness.

"You're so ready for me, aren't you?"

"Always."

He slides into me slowly, gently rocking his hips. His kisses follow along my jaw and down my neck. His slow movements are driving me crazy.

"I need more," I growl.

His chest vibrates with a low chuckle.

"Are you laughing at me?" I'm feeling a little indignant.

"I love hearing you beg," he whispers in my ear. "I'm gonna make you feel good, baby."

He's slow and methodical, worshiping every part of my body. My need builds, and I chase my release. "I'm so close," I moan.

"Let yourself go, Darce." My release crescendos and washes over me, turning my body into Jell-O. We come together and exhale. He strokes my face, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"God, you are so beautiful when you come. You're my addiction." He doesn't break eye contact as his finger traces my face.

I giggle. My fingers run through his hair and my nails trail down the nape of his neck. I love how he's let his hair grow out a little during the off-season and goes days between shaves. Relaxed Matt is a whole new level, and I'm here for it.

"Are you going to keep your hair longer or go back to short when the season starts?"

"Depends. I like how it feels when you do this." He closes his eyes and relaxes into the moment. "Which do you prefer?"

I kiss his scruffy cheek. "Honestly, I like the laid-back look. Gives you that surfer vibe."

"Oh, so you like surfers, do you?" He tickles me in my ribs, making me laugh, and I try to move away. He pulls me in tighter and keeps me close.

"I like you." I more than like him, but I know that would freak him out. I'll state the obvious. For now.

"And I." Kiss to the temple. "Like." Kiss to the cheek. "You." Kiss to the lips. "And as much as I would like to keep you in bed and have my way with you all day, I know that isn't what you need."

I snuggle closer. "Oh, it's exactly what I need," I coo.

"No, you need to finish this house. I need you to be relaxed and enjoy the holidays. Especially New Year's. I've never looked forward to the start of a new year before. But this one? Yeah, pretty girl, this will be the start of the best year ever."

New Year? Yeah. It will be everything.