Matt reaches for my cheek and tenderly teases my skin. "Sophie, I promise to make it good. I want you to want my cock inside of you as much as I want it there. I'll take this as slow and gentle as you want."
My fantasies come back to mind, scenes from books I've read. "What if I don't want that?"
He takes a small step back. "You don't want this?"
I reach for the lapels of his jacket and push them over his wide shoulders, purposely running my fingers over his starched shirt, imagining his solid muscles beneath. "No. I want this. What if I don't want you to be slow and gentle?"
Before he can answer, I go on. "What if I want you to take me fast and hard?"
"Sophie?"
"Matt, you're the man of my dreams. In those dreams, you take control and claim me. Is this real life, or is it my dream?"
"Fuck!" He reaches for the waistband of my skirt, undoes the button, and lowers the zipper allowing the material to float to the floor, creating a black puddle around my heels.
As he does, I reach for my shirt and pull it over my head.
Suddenly I'm standing in front of Matt Hamilton in nothing but black heels, a black bra, and polka-dotted panties.
So much for sexy.
"I'm sorry I'm not wearing some Victoria's Secret lacy thing."
Matt's smile broadens as he runs his hand from my neck over my boobs and down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties.
"I'm going to say this once, and you'd better listen."
There's something about his voice. It's different, authoritative, and makes my heart beat faster.
He cups my chin. "Tell me, beautiful Sophie, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"That was the last time I want to hear you apologize. You're fucking perfect. I'll buy you a closet full of Victoria's Secret if that's what you want, but for me, I want you." He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. "And the clothes are just the wrapping. Remember, you're my gift."
"I just don't want you to change your mind."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're mine. My mind is never going to change."
I sigh, not only hearing his words but also seeing the way his green eyes devour me, eating me up, piece by piece.
He takes a step back and scans my body from my hair to my shoes and back again. "Now, do as I say."
"Okay."
A sexy shimmer shines from his gaze. "Let your hair down and turn around, all the way around, and as you do, shimmy out of that bra. I've been watching you all night, and I'm dying to get a good look at your tits."
My skin prickles with goose bumps as I reach for the clip in my hair. As I pull, my long blonde hair falls in waves over my shoulders. Without the clasp, the straps have fallen to my arms and the bra is loose. I allow it to drop to the floor, revealing my breasts. Pivoting, I make a complete circle. By the time I'm facing him again, my nipples are as hard as pebbles.
With a smirk, he says, "I love the polka dots, but I have more of my gift to unwrap."
In a quick scoop, Matt has me in his arms and is carrying me toward the big bed. I reach for his tie and pull, dropping it to the floor. By the time he lays me on the comforter, I have most of his shirt's buttons undone. His chest is defined, and I can't resist reaching out to touch his muscles.
Slowly, he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. Before undoing his slacks, he reaches down and slides my panties over my hips and down my legs. There’s a twinkle in his gaze. "The heels are staying on."
I can't help but smile. The shoes were the one thing I wanted to take off. Now they're all I have on.
"Scoot forward until you're on the edge of the bed."
I try not to think about what he's saying. Mostly I'm thinking about his cock. I can see the bulge in his pants and the way it's pushing against the zipper.
"That's it," he says, encouraging my movements.
Before I can process, Matt reaches for my feet and lifts them to the bed, spreading my legs and exposing my most private parts.
For a moment I'm mortified, wanting to apologize for not being waxed or ready. But then I remember him telling me not to apologize.
"Oh damn, Sophie, you're soaking wet."
"I-is that...?"
My eyes close and my head falls back as he plunges a finger inside of me.
"Oh!" My entire body tenses at the invasion, and then all at once his voice settles over me.
"It's perfect. Relax, beautiful. Open your eyes and look at me."
I do as he says. His gaze flickers between my eyes and my core.
"Do you know how gorgeous your cunt is? Have you ever looked at it?"
"No," I pant. I've felt it, fingered myself. Though that was nothing like what he's doing—the way he's moving in and out. I can't help myself from moving with him, riding his finger—first one and then two. "Oh!"
"It's pink and wet, and getting all the attention. Your clit is jealous." As he is speaking, he rubs my clit and electricity rips through me. The room fills with my whimpers and moans as he continues to work me.
"Play with your tits, Sophie. I want to see you touch yourself."
Immediately my hands move to my breasts, rubbing and squeezing.
"Pinch them."
I do, and at the same time, Matt falls to his knees. I scream in ecstasy as his tongue takes the place of his fingers. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. The intensity is overwhelming as I try to back away, but his grip is unrelenting. It's as his licks turn to nips and bites that I lose control.
Falling back to the mattress, my entire body convulses as he laps my essence.
Matt
Her come is the sweetest honey I've ever tasted. With my arm over her hips, Sophie continues to buck as I lick and suck. I could stay here all night with my face buried in her perfect pink pussy if it weren't for my aching dick.
"Shit, Matt. That was...that was..." Sophie's eyes are glazed with the undeniable sparkle that only comes with a remarkable orgasm. Her voice fades away as she searches for the right word.
"Amazing, spectacular, the sweetest come I've ever tasted."
Releasing my pants, I push them down along with my boxers as I fall on top of her. Keeping my weight on my elbows, I climb up her body, kissing her flawless skin as I propel her farther up the mattress.
"Kiss me. I want you to see how great you taste."
I don't know if I expected her to be tentative, but she isn't. As soon as our lips touch, Sophie’s tongue probes my lips, seeking out her own essence. "You like that? You like your come?"
Sophie's face tilts as her brows lift. "I think I'd like yours better."
I lift my hips. My cock is hard as stone and pointing near my belly button. "Sophie, I want to take you. Remember what I said—once we do this, you're mine."
She pulls my face close and licks my chin. "I already am."
Reaching down, I fist my shaft. I'm not sure I've ever been this hard. The tip of my dick is slick from the come that has leaked out. I know her pussy is wet and ready, but I'm still concerned that my size will hurt her.
As I line up my cock with her entrance, Sophie reaches down and strokes it once and then twice.