Page 97 of If We Were Young

Naked with Matthew.

His hands skimmed over the domes of my arse and then settled on my hips, turning me back around to face him.

His gaze shadowed darker than midnight as it drifted over every inch of me. Not quick, or shy. It almost ate me up as it slowly slipped across the surface of my skin.

For a moment he stared at me and I knew the expression he had on his face. It was the one I always had; the ‘I’m lost for words’.

Silently, I held my hand out for him and he submitted, bending forward so I could pull off his jumper. The space in the cotton cave wasn’t big and we now lay in a tangle of clothes, but I didn’t care. Once I’d revealed the pale perfection of his skin, like moon rays, and the perfectly scoped muscles it covered, I tried to reach for his jeans. I couldn’t quite stretch that far, so he did it for me and then moved to the side so he could shimmy them off.

Everything came off, underwear and all, leaving me looking at Matthew. Really looking at him.

The morning tent didn’t do him justice. “Yikes.” I gasped, squeezing my legs together.

I reached my fingers for him, drawing them lazily up his smooth hard-on, turning my hands into a circle and then pushing back down.

The fire between my legs flamed with eye-watering intensity.

He was big; I guessed that’s what you got for being six foot four. My hand couldn’t hold him in his entirety. My legs became numb at the prospect of him being inside me.

“I’m worried about the theory. There’s a chance you might not fit.” I laughed but pitched a notch out of tune.

“I’ll fit.” He rolled onto his knees, settling between my legs. I tried to keep them shut but his wide and powerful hands could easily push my knees apart. His gaze closed with an impenetrable snap. What he thought as he gazed at me that way, I’d probably never know.

Greedily, I absorbed the sight of him settled between my legs; staring at him, at his perfect form, the vast pole poised upright in front of me. There could never be a view quite so sensational.

He ducked his head out from under the edge and the unmistakable sound of a drawer opening filled the air. He came back, foil packet in hand, and I licked my lips as he pulled it open and then rolled the condom down his dick.

This was happening. Matthew Carling had a condom on and watched me with a desperate hunger in his eyes. I swallowed hard, pushing down my insecurities and waited for him to break from his mesmerised trance.

Reaching for me with an almost careless caress of his hand, he brushed one of my nipples; the creamy flesh surrounding it puckered at the light touch. He brushed again and then captured a handful, cupping it in his palm, bending to suck on the hardened pebble. I groaned loudly, unable to tame it.

With another deep suck, he pulled my left leg up his chest and over his shoulder, his free hand smoothing up my calf and thigh, massaging deep so I suspended between the pleasure of my nipple in his mouth and the pain of his fingers gripping my sensitive flesh.

For one painful moment I thought about him doing this with her, loving her in this way; but then I pushed it far away.

I needed to stay focused on the now. The now was him reaching for my other nipple, leaning down and sucking it in, swirling it like candy with his tongue. All the while his other hand kneaded my thigh, edging down further. I automatically lifted up to meet him, and his thumb rotated on the prize. My clit pulsed painfully and I squirmed my hips, begging him to go faster. The more I writhed, the slower and more determined he grew.

Holding my leg tight to his chest, my foot resting barely above his shoulder, he leant down very close and kissed me on the mouth. Sweet and so beautiful, it completely distracted from the inching build of him pushing inside me. He swiped his tongue around my mouth and then sucked on my bottom lip as he pushed further still. Heat rushed around me, through me, everywhere.

I was going to pass out.

Another kiss, his tongue slow and sensuous. Another inch. Two. Maybe a hundred, until I brimmed with him, unable to move. With the hand not holding his weight he reached to the side and grabbed my other leg, tucking that one up alongside the other one on his chest.

I nearly died at the first rotation of his hips. It was deep and intense, and honestly, he’d found a space of no man’s land in there I didn’t know existed. Everything about it brought toe pointing and breath gasping.

He pushed a little quicker, sharper, one long arm reaching down and his fingers smoothing my face.

I gasped as his deep and relentless stroke pushed against a sensitive spot I thought was a myth. “Oh.” It was nothing more than a pathetic whimper. And then another. “Oh.”

His lips curled at the edges and our gazes held.

I had so much in my head. Intense and bubbling pleasure, it bashed at me from every angle, dragging me backwards and forward. I wanted to stay focused on the moment, to remember every sensation, but I couldn’t because every thrust of his hips brought me higher and closer to exploding. He must have known my ‘oh’s’ weren’t from pain, and satisfied I could take it, he dropped my legs, although I still hooked us together as I crossed my feet behind his back. No longer holding back, his rhythm stretched out: long push, slow stroke, quick thrust. They all had my head thrashing from one side to another. Long push, slow stroke, quick thrust. And again and again. I dragged the duvet off of our heads, desperate for the cold air to stop the rising tingle that ran up my legs.

I reached for his face, my thumb smoothing across his cheekbone. My fingers grasping tight at his dark hair. I prayed with every whimper I made that he understood the way he made me feel. The crazy intensity, the desperate longing; they balanced themselves with every roll of his hips. I tried to show him with a kiss. Our bodies glided together, slicker and faster.

“Ronnie?” He dropped his head and looked at me with a questioning glance. The muscles in his neck stood out, his shoulders bunched as he bent over me, curling deeper into me still.

I nodded and slung my arms around his neck, dragging him down to my level as his strong thrusts in and out made the bed slam against the wall. I clawed against him, desperate to have every piece of him. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling them higher so he could get even further under my skin.