The softness was gone, and pure hunger overtook him. He pulled me close, continuing to kiss me like I’d never been kissed before. I whimpered, groaned, and finally gave in to him, pushing close to him. Our tongues tangled against each other, causing the both of us to groan. His hands trailed down my backside, cupping my naked ass under the towel that was only being held up by the force of our two bodies pressed together.
“Fuck, Charlie,” Matthew growled as he continued to massage my ass.
I pushed my hips into his, feeling his erection growing bigger in his jeans. My fingers made way to his hair as I tried to pull him even closer. I knew at that moment that any relationship Matthew and I had previously had just became something different, and we were entering very rocky terrain.
And yet I couldn’t stop it. I was helpless, not a thought in my brain, other than what I wanted to do to him and vice versa. I couldn’t get enough of his lips, his mouth, and his hands. I didn’t want him to stop, and I was ready to push him back onto my bed and give myself to him.
His kiss caused ripples along my body, and I shuddered violent as he softly bit my bottom lip. “What will I find under this towel, Charlie?” he asked huskily.
I could only answer with a whimper. My lustful thoughts and the softness of his voice I could only push myself closer to him.
His fingers slid from my ass over to my belly. Pushing aside the towel, his fingers walked down toward my core. “How wet will I find you?” he whispered into my ear, nibbling on it at the same time. I grabbed his hair tighter, pushing my head into his neck as he slowly went lower to feel the surprise he was expecting. His fingers found my swollen clit, and when he rubbed it, I leaned in, lightly biting his shoulder. Fuck, he was driving me crazy with his finger.
I bit my lip, knowing that his cool fingers were just inches from my very wet core. Matthew pulled back and looked at me. His hooded eyes were filled with desire and want. I knew there was something I should be asking him, but in that moment in time, my brain was mush, and I just wanted to feel. I looked at him expectantly, and with the barest of nods, he pushed his fingers inside of me, causing me to moan in pleasure.
“So, so wet for me, Charlie. So beautiful.” He kept his lips on my neck, lightly nipping and sucking.
I was on stimulating overload. If he continued pumping his fingers inside of me, I would come. I lifted my right leg to give him better access as he went deeper than I could’ve possibly imagined. His fingers felt at home inside of me.
I groaned, whimpered, begged, and sighed all in one erotic whoosh. “Don’t stop, Matthew. Please…”
About Laura Benson: Laura Benson was born in 1968, during a year of terrible strife. She is a wife and the mother of two daughters, one stepson, and the grandmother of precocious 8- month old. With Two basset hounds and the Arizona dust, she can't seem to keep her floors clean. Her penchant for wine has gotten her into more than trouble than necessary. Especially when she is with her friends. Originally from Massachusetts, she made her way out west in 2013 and hasn't looked back. The lack of blizzards is big bonus to living in Arizona. She started as a blogger in 2008, attended many book conventions and author signings and is ready for this new part of her life. Connect with Laura: www.facebook.com/lmbauthor www.twitter.com/lauram68 Enter Laura’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway