Chapter 17
“You’re sure you’re okay with me going out again tonight?”
“Yes, Matt,” I assured him, both of my hands splayed across the chest of his Daredevil suit. “I appreciate you only having one beer at Josie’s tonight for me. And I brought my laptop to work on photos to keep me occupied since I knew you were going out. I’ll be worrying about you, because I always do, but I’ll be fine.”
He nervously shifted on his feet before me, his gaze dropping down to my chest. I sighed, assuming he was checking my heartbeat for the truth of my statement. A smile spread across my lips as my hands slid their way up his chest, over his shoulders, and around to the back of his neck. My fingers gently toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“It’s been two and a half weeks and I’m still here, Matty,” I whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you get back. I promise.”
“I’m always afraid you’re just going to disappear,” he murmured, his forehead lowering to rest along my shoulder as his hands rested on my hips. “That you’ll wisen up and just be gone one of these times when I come back.”
My hand gently ran through his hair, carding my fingers through the soft dark strands trying to soothe away his fear. “I won’t disappear,” I promised. “Besides…I was sort of thinking later tonight…we could…you know…”
Matt’s hands on my hips abruptly gripped tighter and I bit my lip in response. A wash of arousal flooded over me as his face shifted, his lips turning to brush along my neck. He placed a barely-there kiss to the skin beside his mouth and I felt another jolt of arousal hit me.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked, voice barely audible.
I shrugged the shoulder his head was resting on gently, a little grin on my mouth. “I mean, I was thinking about it. I think I’m ready to take things there if you are,” I whispered.
His head rose from my shoulder in the time it took me to blink. His hands removed themselves from my hips, coming to rest on either side of my jaw as he tilted my face up towards his.
“You have no idea how badly I want to, sweetheart,” he breathed out. His eyes briefly snapped shut, a soft hiss escaping his lips. “Shit, it’s going to be hard going out tonight.”
I licked my lips, a sly grin playing along them. “Hopefully it’ll be hard later, too,” I teased lightly.
He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as his eyelids closed tighter. “Fuck, Em, I’m going to need you to calm down so I can.”
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I’ve just…been thinking about it for a few days.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, a cocky expression falling across his face as he opened his eyes again, their focus landing near my mouth. “You’ve been thinking about me like that a lot the past few days?”
My heart instantly quickened its pace at the darkened look in his eyes and the way his bottom lip slipped between his teeth as he bit down on it. I exhaled a shuddering breath, trying to calm down.
“I meant,” I began, trying to keep my composure, “that I’d given thought to whether I was ready to take things further. But I wasn’t sure where you stood? I don't want to rush things.”
He leaned in towards me, his hands drawing my face up towards his as his mouth gently kissed mine. I felt heat further flood my body.
“Believe me,” he whispered back, “I definitely want to take that step with you. But only if you’re sure you’re ready to.”
I nodded slowly. “I am.”
He inhaled a deep breath, holding it for a moment before he expelled it sharply. And then he nodded, his arms wrapping around my neck as he drew me in for a hug. My own arms wrapped around his waist.
“I definitely will not be out late tonight,” he promised me. His face buried itself against the top of my head, inhaling the scent of me. “And when I come back, Em,” he almost purred, “I will show you what it feels like to be wanted.” My arms tightened around his waist as another wave of arousal washed over me at his words. “I’ll take real good care of you tonight, sweetheart. Show you how you should be treated,” he continued, his head lowering so his mouth was beside my ear. “I’ll make sure you’re plenty taken care of.”
My nails dug into the armor of his suit, a dampness growing between my thighs. My breath was coming in short and I tried hard to calm down. Eventually he stepped back, his tongue slowly gliding along his bottom lip followed by a soft sigh.
“Why don’t you think about that while I’m gone,” he whispered, grabbing his horned helmet from the coffee table beside him, “instead of worrying about me? Believe me, I will be back tonight in perfect shape.”
I inhaled a shuddering breath, watching as he slid the black material over his head before slipping Daredevil's helmet on. Carefully I stepped into him again, wrapping my arms around his neck again as I gazed into the red lenses.
"Promise you'll come back alright?" I asked softly.
His gloved hand gently smoothed its way down my hair as he smiled back at me. "Promise. Nothing is going to keep me from you tonight," he whispered.
I felt goosebumps rise along my forearms at the implication of his words. I stood on my toes, tilting my mouth up towards his and kissed him eagerly. Over the past two and a half weeks I'd gotten used to the way the helmet's cool, protective material gently pressed into part of my cheek or my forehead when I'd kissed him before his patrols.
"I'll be here waiting for you to come back," I whispered as I pulled away, releasing my hold around his neck and stepping back.
The corners of his mouth curled upwards at my words. Silently he turned, making his way across the barely furnished living room and up the stairs towards the roof access. My eyes followed his movements as he made his exit, noting how he paused at the door with his hand on the handle. He glanced over his shoulder at me for a moment, as if he was reassuring himself that I was still there.
"I'll be back soon," he promised.
And then I watched as he slipped out into the night, the door closing behind him.
With a sigh I turned, making my way over to my backpack on the side of the couch. I unpacked my laptop, cordless mouse, and glasses case before trying to settle on Matt's leather couch. I turned on my laptop, setting the glasses on my face and putting the case on the coffee table.
I pulled up my editing program as I further got comfortable on the worn cushions and tried to push away the growing anticipation for Matt returning tonight. It was admittedly hard to focus on my work this time, though for vastly different reasons than usual.
The last couple of nights I'd been here while Matt had gone out on patrol as Daredevil I'd managed to control my worry over him to something more reasonable while he was out, but the first three times before that I'd been hardly able to focus on much else. That very second time he’d gone out I'd admittedly spent forty minutes pacing his apartment before waiting for him on the roof to come home.
It was still taking some getting used to with him being Daredevil and both of us trying to navigate a relationship. Matt and I were still working on learning to communicate with each other to make things work. He would make sure to give me a heads up if he knew he'd be out on patrol at night so I at least knew he’d be unavailable and so he could give me a chance to mentally prepare if I was staying over, but he also tried to make sure he had a few evenings free to just be with me. And when it was just us, I was surprised at how focused and attentive he was on me; he didn’t make me feel like he was itching to throw on the suit and disappear into the night.
Over the past two and a half weeks I was quickly becoming more sure of what I'd told Karen that night she had come over when Matt and I hadn’t been talking. I was in love with Matt. Completely in love with him. And the more I recalled memories over the years of times I'd spent with the Devil and Matt, the more I was finding myself falling harder and harder for him–both sides of him. I had been scared and uncertain that night right after I’d discovered the truth about who Daredevil really was, not sure that this could work or that we would be able to make it work, but I could see Matt’s commitment to me every day, constantly trying to do whatever he could to make me more comfortable with the situation. In turn, I’d been trying my hardest to assure him that I wasn’t about to just leave him–something I quickly discovered he was constantly worrying over. Any chance I had to reassure him I took.
And I was certainly hoping that finally adding the physical aspect to our relationship that we’d been holding back on for months since he'd admitted to having feelings for me would help solidify to him just how serious I was. It had been hard going as long as we had without having any form of physical affection besides hugging, kissing, cuddling, and hand holding. But Matt had never once pressured me or made me feel rushed or awful for things not progressing. He seemed content with whatever I’d been willing to give, which wasn't something I had been used to.
It had quickly become near impossible to concentrate on my work while Matt was gone, my mind continually replaying Matt’s whispered promises in my mind over and over. I was chewing my thumbnail, not even looking at the screen of my laptop as I wondered just how amazing sex with Matt would be. I’d spent the past few years on and off wondering that and tonight I’d finally find out. I chewed my nail harder, my legs pressing together as I squirmed on the couch. I was dying to know, but as my eyes dropped to the time on my laptop screen, I’d noticed he’d only been gone for just over an hour. He’d most likely be gone for another hour at least. A faint whine left me as I shifted on the couch, still chewing my nail. How the hell would I manage another hour worked up like this?
The door to the roof burst open and I jumped, gasping slightly as I saw Matt appear on the landing. He brusquely pushed the door shut behind him and paused just at the railing, staring down at me, the mask still on. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“I can’t focus on anything else tonight,” he admitted.
His head tilted back just a fraction, his lips parting. I felt my breathing come in short bursts watching him as his head rolled back towards me.
“Fuck, Em,” he groaned low. “Have you just been here thinking about me?”
“Yeah,” I admitted quietly.
A deep rumble like a growl came from his chest and he turned, heading down the stairs two at a time. I rose from the couch, closing my laptop and making my way towards him. He was tearing his gloves off as he crossed the room towards me, throwing them both to the floor haphazardly. I barely skirted around the coffee table towards him before he advanced on me.
The moment we were within arm’s distance, Matt’s hands flew out and grabbed my hips, his hands squeezing them tight and drawing them in against his own. My arms immediately encircled his neck, my hands pushing his masked face down towards mine. Our lips collided in a hungry, needy kiss. Matt wasted no time slipping his tongue into my mouth, his hands sliding their way down over the curve of my ass and kneading the soft flesh beneath my jeans. I could only whimper in response as his tongue ravenously attacked my own. He felt so good that I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I lost myself in him. Without a doubt I knew I needed him tonight. I couldn’t wait anymore.
Matt broke the kiss briefly, his large hands each splayed across my ass over my jeans, continually kneading them roughly. He let out a grunt as his hands tightened particularly hard and my hips jerked forwards into his, my arms tightening around his neck as a soft moan slipped out. He lowered his forehead to mine, breathing hard.
“Are you sure, Em?” he asked huskily. “You can say no, we can still wait. There’s no pressure.”
I licked my lips, my eyes drawing down to his own mouth. He was panting heavily, chest heaving as he clearly tried to practice restraint right now. I could feel the need building in my body and I was quickly losing my own ability to hold back.
“Yes,” I breathed out. “Fuck, yes, Matty.” My hands slid their way to grab either side of his face, my fingers gripping the edge of his helmet, my palms on his warm jaw as I drew him to eye level. “I want you. I want all of you.”
Matt’s mouth crashed back down on mine as his hands simultaneously slid further down my ass and raised me up onto him, the leather-like material of his suit audibly groaning at the movement. My fingers were digging into the helmet as my legs squeezed tight around his torso, one of his hands holding me up by my ass, the other gripping my back. I was gasping for breath between kisses as Matt turned and then I briefly heard a thump and Matt let out a grunt. I broke away from his mouth, brows furrowing.
“What–”
His mouth was back on mine, drawing my attention back to him. “Coffee table,” he mumbled against my lips.
My focus was back on his mouth, greedily sucking his bottom lip as my hands worked on tugging his helmet off. Eventually I got my fingers underneath, slipping it over his head and faintly being aware of the loud clatter it made when it hit the floor. Matt continued to carry me towards his bedroom, the sounds he was making causing slick to dampen my underwear. As my hand tugged the black material down over his head, my teeth nipping his bottom lip, I felt something sharp hit me just between the shoulder blades. His lip fell from my mouth as a faint gasp fell out of me.
“Shit, sorry,” Matt quickly apologized, stepping back from where he’d accidentally walked me into the corner of the wall beside his bedroom and the hallway. “I’m usually not so distracted,” he panted out.
“I wonder why that could be?” I teased.
And then I descended on his neck, Matt moaning as his head shifted, making more space for my lips to kiss and suck the skin along the length of it. More wetness dampened between my thighs as he carried me into his room, flipping the lightswitch on solely for my benefit. One of my hands lowered, tugging roughly at the top of the armored suit.
“I want this off,” I demanded against his neck.
Wordlessly, Matt slowly lowered my feet back to the floor and I broke away from his neck. I helped him unfasten the belts he’d shown me before, both of our hands fumbling trying to make quick work of freeing him.
“Right now, I really kind of hate this thing,” Matt joked, to which I laughed lightly.
“Yeah, right now I do, too,” I agreed.
Eventually we both managed to unzip the top of his suit and I worked to free his arms from the top half of it one at a time. As I worked, distractedly biting the defined muscles of his shoulders as I slipped the material down, his own hands were working to pull my blouse up over my head. And then his hands were at my back, unclasping my bra.
Once I'd freed his arms, I tugged the material down his back, my mouth kissing a trail down his chest lower and lower as I did. There was a slight thud as Matt's head fell back into the wall behind him. I glanced up, smiling against his very defined lower abdominal muscles as I saw his head rolled back, eyes closed and lips parted. His face was twisted in a look of bliss, brows knitted and eyes creased at the corners as he panted hard. My focus returned on him, biting his hip after I pulled the suit over it and reveling in the throaty noise he made.
Soon I was kneeling in front of him, pulling the material down his legs and off of him before tossing it aside across the room. My attention turned straight to Matt's hard cock straining at the black boxers he had on. Before I had a chance to touch him though, Matt's hands were gently but firmly pulling me up by the shoulders. I rose to my feet, allowing him to push me carefully back towards the bed. He didn't stop until he had me seated on the end of it and then he lowered to his knees before me.
His hands slid up the inner part of my still clothed thighs and my lip caught between my teeth. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans, tugging the tight material down my legs for a moment before he haplessly threw them behind him. And then his warm palms were on my bare knees, spreading them apart so he could slip into the space between as his hands slid down to grip the flesh of my calves. His mouth lowered to the inside of one knee, placing a gentle kiss before he turned and repeated the gesture on my other knee. And then his mouth began slowly making its way upwards, trailing open mouthed kisses as he breathed sharply through his nose, his eyes closed.
I shifted awkwardly beneath him when his mouth reached my upper thigh, his nose bumping the edge of my lace underwear. As if sensing my sudden shift in mood, Matt paused, both of his hands sliding up my calves and to my thighs as his head rose, his eyes opening as he looked up at me in concern.
"Something wrong, Em?" he asked, his eyes scanning near my face.
"I just…you don't–don't have to," I muttered awkwardly.
In my experience with the multiple partners I'd had over the years, and my previous relationship, I'd learned men didn't really seem to want to perform oral, complaining that it took too long and made their jaws hurt. Even if they didn't complain about receiving it all the time.
"Em, I want to," he assured me. "I want to taste you." His eyes closed, an almost pained, desperate look on his face. "God, I want to taste you so fucking bad, Emily. I've wanted to for so long." His eyes reopened, his gaze landing on my chest. "I wasn't kidding at Josie’s when I said I'd rather be between your thighs. I want to bury myself there, make you feel good. And I don't want to stop until I do. Honestly, I will beg you on my knees if I have to."
He nuzzled his nose into the inside of my thigh and I ran a hand through his hair, swallowing hard.
"Okay," I breathed out.
He planted one more kiss to the inside of my thigh before he turned, his attention shifting to my covered mound. His hands slid up the sides of both of my thighs, only pausing when he slipped a few fingers through the waistband on both sides of my underwear, his fingers lightly tugging at the fabric. He leaned forward and softly kissed me through the lace, my eyes closing as a faint, uncontrollable tremble began in my legs. A moment later I felt his warm tongue through the damp material, gliding its way up the length of me. The sound he made after had me biting down hard on my lip.
His fingers slid my underwear down my legs next as I leaned back on my elbows, his nails lightly dragging their way down my skin as he pulled the fabric down my legs, drawing goosebumps at the resulting sensation. My eyes opened, watching as he threw those aside just as carelessly as he had done with my jeans, his focus never leaving me. He leaned in, his eyes rolling back before they closed, another deep rumbling moan vibrating in his throat. I swallowed hard, fingers fisting the sheets in anticipation.
“I’m about to make your vibrator hate me,” he whispered.
“Wha–”
The word broke on a breathy moan as the flat of Matt’s tongue licked upwards from the slickened entrance of my slit all the way towards my clit. He proceeded to lick lightly along the sensitive bud of nerves and I began to find it near impossible to breathe, my hands clenching his silk sheets even tighter in my fists.
“Matt,” his name came out almost like a plea.
I felt one of his calloused fingers gently gliding along my slit and my hips jerked forward into him. Slowly his finger dipped inside just as his mouth began sucking at my clit. My head rolled back on my shoulders, quiet whimpers leaving my lips. He definitely knew what he was doing and he did it well.
My hips were squirming underneath him as he sucked a bit harder, his finger slipping out from inside of me and I whined in protest. And then I felt both of his hands grab onto my legs and toss them over his bare shoulders, grunting as he released me from his lips. His mouth descended on my entrance, his tongue vigorously lapping up my arousal as he groaned, his hands tightening around each thigh he had on his shoulders, the stubble of his face rasping pleasantly against the inside skin of my thighs.
I couldn't fight the way my hips began to grind up towards his mouth, one of my hands darting out and gripping a fistful of his hair. Panting heavily, Matt's head tipped back up, his eyes landing along my chest as an almost drunk-like smile slid along his mouth that was damp with saliva and my own slick. He looked devastatingly handsome and blissed out staring up at me.
"I could stay between your thighs all night, sweetheart," he whispered. "Never tasted anything so good as you."
His tongue darted between his lips and he moaned deep and loud, the sound causing my thighs to try to squeeze together in search of friction, but they were still on his shoulders and only lightly gripped around his face. He chuckled softly, his face turning to nuzzle into my thigh.
"I'll take care of you, Em," he whispered into the skin beside his mouth. He placed a kiss to my thigh before his face turned back towards me, a sly smile on his lips. "Just relax and let go for me, sweetheart. I want to hear all your beautiful sounds."
His mouth returned with an earnest vigor, lapping with a determined focus on my clit. One of his hands slipped underneath my thighs before two of his thick fingers gently slid inside and I moaned out, my hips again jerking towards his face as the hand in his hair gripped tighter. His fingers began pumping and curling inside of me, pulling noises from me that I was too distracted to be self-conscious over. Instead, the noises only seemed to encourage him further as his fingers pumped faster and deeper. I felt that burning coil like a spring about to snap inside of me, my orgasm building.
My mouth had gone slack, head rolling back over my shoulders again as loud breathy whines filled his bedroom, the noise mixing with the wet sounds his tongue was making and the soft squelch of his fingers rapidly pumping inside of me. I could feel my toes beginning to curl against the muscles of his bare back. I panted his name, the sound more of a breath than a word itself, and then his lips sucked onto my clit as his fingers hit the right spot deep inside of me.
I cried out, my body shuddering as my thighs involuntarily closed around his face, his mouth and fingers still working to finish dragging me through my climax. My nails were gently scratching along his scalp as I came down. His mouth once again released my clit, his fingers sliding out before his tongue began to hungrily lap up everything that had spilled out of me.
"Fuck, Matty," I whined, eyes blinking hard as I took in the sight, still lightheaded from my release.
Eventually he pulled back, a satisfied smile spread along his wet mouth. "That's how you should be taken care of, sweetheart," he purred. "And I would happily do this all night."
I watched as he slipped the two fingers he'd fucked me with into his mouth, eyes closing as he briefly sucked at them. He moaned softly as he did and I felt myself getting turned on all over again. He pulled his fingers out with a soft, wet pop.
I lunged at him, my legs dropping from his shoulders as my hands clumsily grabbed his face and tugged his mouth to mine. I could taste the faint tang of myself on his mouth which only fueled my want for him. My right hand dropped down, sliding its way down his toned chest and venturing south. Eventually his own hand caught mine just as my fingers brushed the waistband of his boxers. I whined as he broke the kiss.
"Come on, Matty, don't tease me," I begged.
"Tease you?" he asked, slightly amused. "Sweetie, I was about to take care of you again."
My fingertips toyed at the edge of his boxers. "Maybe I want a taste," I whispered.
His nostrils flared sharply at my words. "And that is very tempting, but you've been neglected for far too long and I'm determined to change that tonight. Please let me," he begged.
"Only if you take these off," I agreed, my fingers toying with the edge of his boxers again.
He grinned, rising to his feet before me. I watched as he removed the material, my focus initially drawn to a noticeable damp spot along the fabric before his hard cock sprung forth as he slipped the boxers off fully. My eyes took in the sight of him appreciatively, his cock at almost perfect eye-level. My hand darted out, delicately wrapping around the girth of him as my thumb lightly stroked the underside of him.
"Come on, Matt," I complained. "You can't be looking like this and telling me I can't touch."
He chuckled lightly. "Em, I already told you–"
My tongue swiped along the tip of him, a devilish grin on my face as I gazed up at him. He broke off on a surprised sigh.
"Or taste," I added. "Come on, baby," I whispered, enjoying the way his face was twisting up in pleasure as my hand began gradually stroking the length of him. "You're not the only one who's spent years thinking about this moment."
"Fuck, Emily," he growled out.
"Let me have a little taste, Matty," I begged, "then you can fuck me."
Eyes still closed, his lips parted and he hissed softly. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" he asked.
"Mhmm," I hummed in response, leaning in and swiping my tongue over the tip of him again. "I've thought about this for years."
His hands quickly swept my hair into a fist and I grinned, my free hand reaching behind and grabbing onto his firm ass. I had wanted to grab that ass for years and I was going to take full advantage; my nails gently dug in and I grinned when his hips jerked in response.
"Alright, Em," he relented. "But I want to cum inside of you, not like this."
My focus turned to his cock, my tongue licking up the length of it. He moaned softly as I leaned forward, gently kissing the tip of his beautiful cock that was still leaking pre-cum. And then I took him into my mouth, my eyes drawing up to watch the way Matt’s head rolled back on his shoulders, his mouth going slack as a low rumble rolled up from his throat. I moaned at the sight, my mouth moving in conjunction with my hand against him. I could feel a dampness forming between my thighs again as he whispered my name over and over while I sucked on his cock, spit rolling obscenely down my chin.
My thighs closed together, squirming and searching for friction. The sounds of his pleasure were working me up all over again. My nails dug sharper into his ass as my other hand worked faster along the length of him that I couldn't fit into my mouth.
After a bit I readjusted, sinking his cock in my mouth significantly deeper and almost gagging. Matt cursed and pulled me back from him by the hair he had still fisted in his hand.
"I need to be inside you," he told me. "Please, I need to feel you. I can't wait anymore, Em."
I wiped a hand over my mouth and shot him a coy smile as I said, "Then come get me, Matty."
He was on me before I knew he'd even moved. His mouth was practically assaulting mine with the tenacity of which he was kissing me. My arms and legs wrapped themselves around him, his hard cock pressed against my lower stomach. Without breaking the kiss he carried me towards the pillows and nestled me into the bed.
His mouth moved down my chin, down my neck, not pausing until he was kissing the skin above my hammering heart. I felt his hands each cup a breast and I arched up into him at the touch. A second later his tongue was swirling tenderly over my left nipple until he'd pulled it into a stiff peak. His focus shifted to my other nipple, paying it the same attention until I was whimpering beneath him, my hands clawing at his biceps. My hips jerked up into his, the hard length of him brushing my cunt at the movement. He exhaled sharply, pulling back from my chest.
"Don't make me wait any longer," I breathed out.
He bit his lip, nodding once as one hand reached down to toss my leg up onto his muscled shoulder before he reached down to his cock. I watched in anticipation as he rubbed my slick along the tip, his eyes tightening in pleasure presumably at how wet he'd gotten me again. And then very slowly he pushed himself just a bit inside of me.
My back arched off the bed, a low moan vibrating its way out of me. He wasn't even halfway inside of me and he felt like he wouldn't fit, the sensation resulting in a pleasant internal stretch as his cock just lingered there waiting while I adjusted to the size of him. Matt’s hands landed on my hips, grabbing and rubbing the soft flesh as he sighed out.
"You're so wet and so tight," he whispered.
My hands landed on top of his, gripping them beneath mine roughly. "You feel so good, Matty," I whined. "So fucking good."
“You ready for me to keep going?” he asked huskily.
A breathy affirmative hum left me and he began to slip further inside of me. My eyes closed, a sharp gasp coming out next. He gave a single, fluid slow thrust and my hands slid up, gripping his wrists now.
“Fuck, baby,” I whimpered.
Matt grunted, his hips rocking forward into me again. “I like it when you call me that,” he ground out.
“Do you, baby?” I asked coyly.
He smirked, his hips rutting particularly hard into me and immediately wiping the coy smile from my face as a sharp gasp flew out of my mouth. He set a slow pace afterwards, his hips rocking into me with a comfortable repetition that was gradually building my second orgasm. My eyes kept switching between lingering on the euphoric expression spread along his face and the way his abdominal muscles were contracting with each thrust. He was absolutely beautiful.
He was pumping into me with my leg still flung over his shoulder, one hand currently wrapped around it and gripping my calf. Unable to take the distance from his mouth any longer, my hand reached out and tugged at his arm.
“Come here,” I begged him.
He released my leg and obliged immediately, repositioning himself over me on his forearms as his face hovered above mine. My mouth quickly connected to his, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, holding him close, as my other reached down and dug into his lower back, feeling the way his body kept rocking forward into mine as my hips bucked up into his, following the movement.
Matt was panting heavily above me when he broke away, his unfixed gaze landing on my cheek with such an affectionate warmth in them. “I never thought I’d have this with you,” he confessed, hips still moving into mine.
“Well you have me now,” I whispered. “All of me.”
His forehead dropped down to my shoulder, his pace picking up. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed around his bedroom.
“My Emily,” he whispered into my shoulder.
I held him tighter with the hand on his lower back, feeling close to my second release with the pace his hips were currently setting. I shifted along the pillow, breathing hard as I placed a kiss to his temple. “My Matthew,” I whispered into his ear. “My Devil.”
He let out a grunt and I felt his teeth gently sink into the skin between my neck and my shoulder. My head rolled back on the pillow, my eyes closing. I was teetering on the edge of climax, my legs beginning to shake on the bed.
Matt shifted until his mouth was beside my ear before he whispered, “I can feel you right there. Let go, sweetheart. Let go for me.”
My nails dug into his skin as his sweat-slickened forehead came to rest against mine. His panting breaths fell into my own mouth as I came, trembling and crying out loudly underneath him. His pace increased, his breaths coming in heavy as he grunted loudly, chasing after his own release. I leant forward and bit down onto the hard muscle of his shoulder before swiping my tongue along the skin I’d bitten. He tasted like the salt of his sweat. Matt moaned out, his hips beginning to stutter.
“Emily,” he breathed out.
My mouth bit down again on his collarbone, just above a scar on his chest. His head dropped back down to my shoulder, a throaty groan rolling out of him as I felt his warm release fill me. My tongue slid back and forth along his collarbone until I felt his hips come to a stop. I placed a kiss to his throat and then his jaw before I collapsed back to the pillow.
Smiling and sweaty, Matt pulled out of me and shifted over just to the side of me. His mouth planted a gentle kiss to my shoulder before he got comfortable on the pillow, breath still coming in hard.
“So,” he asked, trying to catch his breath. “How was that?”
“Easily the best damn sex I’ve ever had,” I told him with a tired smile, still trying to catch my own breath. “You certainly delivered, baby.”
“Mmm,” he said with a sluggish grin, “I like when you call me that.”
I rolled onto my side, finger tracing its way around his chest. “So you’ve said,” I teased.
“Give me a minute,” he breathed out, “and I’ll deliver a third time.”
My eyes went wide, my hand pausing on his chest. He laughed lightly beside me, one of his arms sliding under me and pulling me further into him.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I waited over two years for this moment. I’m going to make it last. And also now that I think of it…”
His other hand reached out and suddenly I felt him smack my ass. I gasped, my eyes darting down to where his hand was feeling my ass, smoothing his palm over each curve before kneading each cheek roughly.
“Mmm, yeah, just as I’d always thought,” he whispered. “Not past your prime. That’s a great ass, Em.”
To accentuate his point, he slapped it sharply again and I couldn’t resist the giggle that came out. He smiled at me in return.
“I’m keeping this ass,” he told me. “In fact…”
He rose up on the bed, his hands grabbing my hips and easily flipping me onto my stomach. A surprised gasp came from me at the unexpected gesture. I glanced over my shoulder behind me; Matt’s hands were firmly gripping my ass now, getting a good feel of it as he bit his lip. He gave it another sharp smack that had me yelping before he reached over and pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air. He leant forward and bit it hard, a moan tumbling out of my mouth. A moment later I felt him licking at my cunt again.
“I think I want it right here while I get another taste of you,” he murmured, one of his hands rubbing along my ass, holding me in place. “And while I do,” he continued, pausing just to lick me once again, “I want you to know that there’s no other ass I want in my face ever again.” He slipped a finger into my aching cunt next, a whimper coming from me. “You’ve forever ruined me for anyone but you, Em. I could never want anyone else.”
“Fuck, Matty,” I whimpered out, voice so high and needy I barely recognized it.
He shot me a devilish smirk as I bit my lip, gazing back at him over my shoulder. His palm came down again with a sharp crack on my ass and I gasped.
“That’s the point, sweetheart,” he purred.
His mouth returned to me and I became a shaking, moaning, helpless mess beneath him.