After a few minutes, he pulls away. “God, that’s fucking good, but I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up.”
He pulls me into his arms and guides me to the bedroom. “You drive me crazy, Liv, and I want you so much. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I spread my thighs as he climbs on top of me. “I want you to take me with nothing between us. I want to feel you.”
He lets out a little growl. “If I do, you’re mine, Olivia. I need you to know that.”
“Then make me yours, Matt,” I whisper.
He guides himself into me, and I can’t hold back a scream of pleasure. I’ve never been stretched like this before, never been so filled, and my body is so sensitive and primed for him. He starts a hard, fast rhythm as if knowing how desperate for him I am. As he fucks me, he sucks my nipples slowly, teasing them, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Come with me,” he whispers against my lips, plunging deeply in and out of me. “Please, come for me, baby.”
The pressure and heat reach their breaking point, and I shatter with him deep inside me. He lets out a low groan into my neck, pumping faster and harder until he thrusts forward and holds himself deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing as he shoots his seed into my body, marking me as his.
Then again, I think after we clean up a little and he holds me in his arms in bed, and warm drowsiness and a sense of security and maybe something more profound I’m afraid to name fall over me, then again, perhaps I belonged to him well before this moment.
The next day, even though it might seem a little cart-before-the-horse, Matt takes leave for a day, and we go on our date.
He told me that morning we could do anything I wanted to do, absolutely anything. So, we decided to go to a few of the Smithsonian museums. I’m a history nerd, and I like science, and I might have to reevaluate things with him if he said no, but Matt seemed totally game, even excited.
We spend hours walking through the Air and Space Museum, the African American History and Culture museum, and the Natural History museum—my favorite. We ooh and ahh over the exhibits and have some interesting, thoughtful discussions on American history and culture and climate. I’m deeply impressed with his intelligence and his world view, especially since he’s been all over the world and experienced so many different cultures.
By the time we leave, it’s growing dark, and we’re both hungry. He lets me choose where we have dinner, and I suggest one of my all-time favorite restaurants—Filomena Ristorante in Georgetown. After dinner, we take a little stroll throughout the historic neighborhood until we reach a small shop. “Get Your Future Read,” the sign in the window says.
Smiling at Matt, I push open the door. “Let’s see what the future holds, shall we?”
He rolls his eyes but grins. “I don’t believe in this mumbo jumbo. I’ll probably wind up being cursed.”
The dark-haired woman behind the counter greets us with a warm smile and invites us to sit at the table. She shuffles a deck of cards several times, then begins laying them out on the table.
“Good things here,” she murmurs, almost to herself. She lays down another card.
It says, “The Lovers.”
I glance at Matt.
“There is great love here,” she says softly, tapping the card. “But also fear. You must not be afraid.”
The rest of the reading is pretty positive and definitely entertaining. We pay the reader and leave the little shop.
I look up at Matt as he pulls me against his chest. “So. Are you afraid?”
He smiles down at me. “Yeah. I’m terrified, actually.”
“Well, that’s not good, is it?”
“It just means I’m falling in love with you,” he says softly. “Hard.”
I suck in my breath. “Matt…”
“I can’t ignore how I feel.” His lips graze mine. “It’s the truth.”
I gaze into his eyes. “Take me home, please.”
6
Olivia
Earlier, Matt left my place to go to his place to shower and change for our date while I got ready at my place, then drove to his. We ended up driving my smaller car instead of his larger truck, so he pulls next to it, and hand-in-hand, we go inside.
Our passion is less desperate and demanding than the previous night. In the elevator, we share slow, hot, deep kisses. His hands slide all over me, and once we make it inside his place, he backs me to the bedroom. He undresses me slowly, then himself, and lays alongside me on the bed. He guides me to my belly and gives me an expert, thorough, full-body massage. I can feel his thick, stiff cock pressing against me as he moves down my body. He pulls me back to my knees and brings his mouth to my slick center. In another life, I would have been self-conscious about receiving oral sex in this position, but he makes me feel so comfortable, I simply spread my thighs wider, arch my back deeper, and thrust back against his tongue as he grips my ass cheeks. The sensations hit me differently in this position, and when I come, screaming into his pillow, it’s more powerful than when I’m lying on my back. Juice bursts out of me and Matt licks up all the droplets.
He kneels behind me and sinks his cock deep into my pussy, gripping my hips. He hits all sorts of delicious things inside me, and for long, exquisite moments, the only sounds in the room are our pants, our moans, the slap of skin on skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts. “I need you to come for me, babe. Come on my cock.”
He slides a hand into my hair and tugs, with just enough bite, just the way I like it. Then he slaps my ass hard, and I explode around him, crying out his name.
Matt growls and bears down on me, pressing me into the bed, and fucks me hard and steadily until he roars and comes inside me a few moments later.
We lay entangled, trying to catch our breath until he finally withdraws from me. “How about some wine?”
“Yes, please,” I purr.
He smacks my ass lightly then gets out of bed, walking naked to the kitchen. Meanwhile, I duck into the bathroom to clean up a little. When I step out, he’s still in the kitchen, whistling as he prepares something. I smile, and then his phone on the nightstand lights up.
I don’t mean to be nosy. And I know it’s wrong. I know it.
But fear suddenly fills my mind as I stare at his phone. This was how I found out about my ex and the woman he cheated with—the woman he’s married to now. Because she texted him.
I won’t go through it again. I won’t.
I pick up the phone. On the lock screen, it shows the first few lines of a text from someone named Amanda.
My stomach twists.
Matty, I just want to see you. I miss you so much. Let me know when we can…
I’ve seen enough.
I get dressed with a speed I didn’t even know I was capable of, just as Matt comes back into the bedroom, holding a tray with a bottle of wine, two wineglasses, and a thick slab of chocolate cake to share.
He looks at me in surprise. “Where are you going?”
I don’t answer, leaning over to jerk on my shoes.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
I whirl around. “Don’t babe me, Matthew.”