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She bit her lip while she pondered. His hand on her breast had surprised her, but it did feel good. Not just good. Amazing. His hand had fit her entire mound inside, and that made her forget how much her extra curves bothered her.
For Pete’s sake, she was twenty-four. She wasn’t hanging onto her chastity out of guilt anymore. It was a more inconvenient thing that seemed to cause a catch-22 in her confidence. She didn’t feel sexy, because she had no idea what sex felt like. And she had no idea what sex felt like, because guys her age didn’t want to sleep with a virgin. But she definitely didn’t want to have sex on her period. What should she tell him?
“Well, going all the way is out today, that’s for sure. I don’t even know what I like. Let’s just go slow and see where it takes us?” Without breaking eye contact, she lifted his hand back onto her breast, and his thumb brushed over her nipple. Rosie let out a little moan as her vaginal muscles contracted in response. God, that felt sogood.
Matt stared at her and nodded. Then he brushed his thumb over her peak again, softly. “If I do anything you don’t want, just stop me, okay?” When she nodded, he leaned in and took her mouth again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his other hand came around and cupped her other breast. Then his mouth was licking and nibbling down her neck, his beard softly scratching her skin while he toyed gently with her nipples through her shirt and bra.
Her whole body was on fire. She moaned, which only encouraged him. His mouth traveled up the other side of her neck and nibbled on her ear as his hands slid around and cupped her ass, then squeezed. Giggling, she pulled her ear away. “That tickles.”
“Oh. Sorry.” He looked sheepish. “It feels good to me.”
Leaning forward, Rosie gently took his lobe between her lips and licked. He shuddered, and a sensation of power overcame her. She continued up the shell of his ear as Matt held her against him by the butt cheeks, his mouth making sucking noises against her neck. They switched sides; she gave his opposite ear the same treatment and he licked and nibbled at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Then with a groan he claimed her mouth and pushed her quivering form down onto the couch, his body hovering over her. Her legs opened automatically, and his hips slid into their cradle, putting delicious pressure where she needed it most. Rosie was about five seconds away from ripping her clothes off. Whowasshe? But oh Lord, she couldn’t stop.
When the ads that showed on the streaming home page started playing, Matt let her up for air. Gasping, her heart pounding as he looked down at her in shock. “Are you okay?” Concern drew his eyebrows down.
“Never better.” She cupped his face with her hands, stroking the hair at his jawline. “That was …amazing.”
“You’reamazing.” He grinned, then looked down at her breasts. “And so are these. God, Rosie, you’re just perfect. What are you doing with me?”
“What do you mean? You’re sweet, thoughtful, handsome … perfect for cuddling.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “I want to do a lot more than cuddle.”
“I do too, but it’s only our first date.”
He shrugged. “I’m not trying to pressure you. I’ve waited this long just to hold you.”
“Which is funny, because I did think you hated me. I couldn’t figure out what I’d done.”
“I just couldn’t think around you. My mouth wouldn’t work.”
She barked out a laugh. “It’s sure working now.”
He smirked and leaned down to speak in her ear. “And now that it is, I can show you all the tricks my tongue can do.” His voice seemed deeper, dark as syrup and just as tempting. Her pulse pounded.
“You—you’ve done oral?” Rosie’s voice trembled.
Matt hummed an affirmative and nuzzled her neck. “I bet you’ll love it.”
“Not today. Notthisweek.”
He nodded and stroked her hip. “Not a problem. I’m not going anywhere, Rosie.” Then he started to lose his balance and had to catch himself on the coffee table.
“I’d say let’s move to the bed, but I’d probably fall asleep,” Rosie said as a yawn overtook her. Stupid night shift.
“I should go, you need your rest.” He rose and reached out a hand to help her up. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned.
“Maybe you could stay and be my teddy bear.”
He laughed, and kissed her again, breaking it off with a groan as things turned heated once more. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, which means you won’t get any sleep.”
“Seems worth it,” she yawned. He shook his head.
“Sweet dreams, Rosie. Text me when you’re up. I have work tonight but I can message on my break.”
“Okay, I will. And you need to come back for a cupcake later, okay?”
“Those cupcakes are yours. I don’t need one.”
