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Something clicked in her head when she felt his cotton shirt on her skin. That wasn’t right. She wanted to be skin on skin with him.
“Matt,” she croaked, tugging on the offending fabric. “Take off your shirt.”
He rose up and hesitated. “I usually don’t …”
Stroking his soft beard, Rosie furrowed her brows. “Please? I want to touch you.” She desperately wanted to give him the same pleasure he was giving her.
He licked his lips, gazing into her eyes. Whatever he sought, he must have found, because he sat up on the bed and reached behind his head to tug his shirt off. When it fell, Rosie saw what must have made him hesitant. A thin, pale, jagged line of puckered skin ran from his collarbone diagonally to the middle of his chest. She’d seen that scar on so many chests before, but they had been fresh and on tiny babies. He lowered himself back down next to her, and she ran her hands over his chest and soft belly, through the smattering of pale hair at his pecs. Then she leaned over and kissed the puckered skin over his heart. He sighed and buried his face in her hair.
“Tell me later?”
He nodded against her head, then flipped her again onto her back.
“I’ll tell you everything.”
Then they were back as they were, his mouth on one breast, and his hand on another, but now she felt his warm skin on the rest of her body. “Matt, oh God.Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. We need to take our time.”
“I need …”
“I’ve got you, angel.” Peeling her soaking panties off her hips, he gazed reverently at the thatch of hair she’d just trimmed that morning. “I’ve got you.” He kissed all around her mound, and then spread her legs and sank beneath them. Pressing one kiss to each of her inner thighs, he took mercy on her and went right for her aching pussy.
Matt hadn’t been kidding when he said she’d love oral. She’d never thought it sounded appealing; the way she was raised, the thought of anyone’s face down there seemed sodirty,but she was happy to be wrong. This was pure, slippery,ecstasy. Warm lips, hot breath, and a wet tongue caressed her most sensitive private parts with a fervent care as he made love to her with his mouth. He had to hold her hips down as she writhed and bucked her hips against his tongue. Any worries about her lack of experience dissolved as Matt lapped up everything she gave him. He slipped first one, then two thick fingers inside her. She’d never have thought they’d fit. But they did. In fact, she needed more. And she told him so.
His tongue flicked at her clit as he slid three fingers into her channel, stretching her. Those long fingers searched and searched, and then they hit her barrier. That felt weird. Her hands clutched handfuls of his thick blond hair as she moaned.
“Do you feel that?”
“Yeah.” He’d started circling inside her, massaging and stretching her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Matt repeated. Then he drew his fingers back and started licking at her again.
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
He met her eyes over her body. “Give me a couple more orgasms and it shouldn’t.” And then he curled his fingers inside her and stroked some kind of internal button that Rosie later realized was the fabled G-spot. Fireworks went off behind her eyes as she thrashed about on the bed, screaming her climax.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He licked up the juices dripping from her and hummed against her sensitive flesh.
“I want to touch you.”
Chapter 13
Mattroseupandtugged his boxer briefs over his raging erection. His cock was aching and pointing directly at Rosie.
He kept having to tell himself it wasn’t a dream. Rosie was naked in her bed, flush from orgasmshe’dgiven her. That washerdesire on his chin. And now her hands were reaching for his dick and caressing him, root to tip. Matt threw his head back with a groan and closed his eyes as she explored. When her tongue licked a line up the sensitive vein, he jerked, looking down. His angel was on her knees flicking her tongue across his head.
“Rosie, you don’t have to.”
“Hush,” she scowled up at him, then swallowed his cock. Swear words flew from his mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. Damn it, he was going to come in her mouth and then it would be over.
He pressed his hands onto her head and gently pulled her off his erection. “I’m not going to last like that.”
She rose next to him and kissed him on the mouth. His arms pressed her naked curves into his body in a tight embrace. He would never forget this day.
He laid her down on the bed as their tongues performed their erotic mating dance.
“Condom?” she asked breathlessly.
“Jeans.” Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Matt snagged his jeans from the floor, pulled out his wallet and a string of condoms.
