Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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HOT FOR TEACHER

ONE

The light turned green and I punched the gas, my balding tires squealing loudly on the pavement causing several passersby to stare. It wasn’t anything new for me, so I shook off their silent judgments and flew into the school parking lot.

“We’re late, Mommy,” my daughter, Rachel, chastised me from the backseat. My eyes lifted to the rearview mirror, and I smiled at how adorable she looked with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

Today was her first day of Kindergarten and we were late, thanks to my shift going over at work. I pulled a double shift, cleaning, the night before so I could afford the school clothes and supplies she was sure to need after today. My sister, Kenya, had thankfully slept on my couch so that Rachel wasn’t alone.

“I know, baby. Mommy’s sorry,” I replied softly, putting the car in park and opening the door. Once Rachel was extricated from her seat in the back, we walked hand in hand up to the entrance of the brick building.

It was just as I had remembered it from my own days in elementary school.

It might have only been twenty years since I was in Rachel’s shoes, but some days it felt like a hundred.

Little girls and boys, their fingers firmly wrapped around their parents’ hands, filed into the school. The chatter was at a supersonic level, making my head throb. I couldn’t wait to go home and catch a few hours of sleep. I really needed to find a way to make it onto a day shift while Rachel was in school, now that I wouldn’t be able to spend time with her during the day. Or maybe I could switch with someone on the overnight shift and work while she slept.

Fuck, being a single mother sucked. If only her father wasn’t a piece of shit deadbeat who left us three years ago to find himself, or as I like to call it, join a motorcycle gang and slut it up with whatever skank he could find.

My eyes scanned the numbers and names along the wall, looking for the right classroom. The letter sent home to us had said Mrs. McCullin in Room 4D. Finally spotting the correct room, my feet stopped abruptly and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the name next to the number—Mr. DiGristino.

No. It couldn’t be.

Rachel pulling on my arm shook me from my stupor, and I walked on leaden feet towards the door. There had to be another teacher with the last name DiGristino.

Please let there be another DiGristino.

The silent prayer was on repeat in my head when we rounded the doorway and walked into the room that was already bustling with kids. When I didn’t spot the teacher right away, I allowed myself to relax a little.

Today was about Rachel and her first step into being a little miss. It broke my heart to think about how fast she was growing, so I studiously tried to avoid remembering the way her big blue eyes blinked up at me when I breastfed her. Or the way she smiled when she took her first steps. Or the look of triumph on her face when she used the potty for the first time.

If I thought about any of that I was sure to break down. The weight of life was heavy on my shoulders, and this day could be the straw that broke the camel’s back, if I let it.

“Alright, boys and girls,” a woman spoke from the other side of the room. “You’ll find your name on top of your cubby over there against the wall. Go ahead and put your lunches and backpacks inside them. Then come take a seat on the carpet over here.”

Confusion wracked my brain as I helped Rachel find her cubby and led her to the carpet before standing off to the side. The sign in front of the door had clearly stated that the teacher was a man, so who was this woman?

Maybe the sign was wrong. Maybe it really was Mrs. McCullin. Or maybe it should have said Mrs. DiGristino and she was Matt’s wife. The thought instantly made me frown.

It’s not that deep down I was hoping it was my Mr. DiGristino, and that he was still single. Nope. Not at all.

I took a minute to study the woman with her short brown hair cut into a bob and her bright green eyes. She looked way too peppy for my liking, but I supposed it was a good way to be around a room full of young children.

“Great job!” she praised the kids after the last one took her spot on the carpet. “My name is Ms. O’Reilly. I’m going to Mr. DiGristino’s helper this year.”

At the mention of his name, my heart rate picked up and my palms became clammy.

That would explain that then.

The silent prayer about it being someone other than Matt DiGristino began repeating in my brain now that my nerves were back in overdrive. He had always wanted to be a teacher, but it could very easily have been one of his cousins, or hell, even his brother who was going to teach Rachel. I had to believe that might be the case in order to keep my sanity at that moment.

As Ms. O’Reilly droned on about the classroom rules, I found it hard to focus. All I could think about was the man that, if I were being honest, I really did hope would be my daughter’s teacher, and all the ways we used to play together.

Throats clearing and women whispering broke me from my trance; I had been lost in memories of sex in parked cars, make out sessions in the storage closet at school, and many nights sneaking in and out of my bedroom. My head turned to where they were all staring, and I swear it was like slow motion as Mr. DiGristino walked into the room.

His black hair was cut short, his blue eyes hidden behind a pair of black-framed glasses. He had on a cream sweater that held specks of brown and grey with a collar that was turned up and framed the thick column of his throat. His blue jeans were partially worn, but hugged him in all the right places. And his hands were still as gorgeous and strong looking as ever as he nervously ran one through his thick hair.

Mateo DiGristino was, in fact, my daughter’s teacher, and the man had the sexy Clark Kent look down to a science.

I was so in trouble.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, but something told me that if I did look around, all the women in the room would be panting about as much as I was, and most would probably be sporting wet panties.

Of course, none of them would feel one iota of what I felt looking at him, seeing as how I knew exactly what his body looked like under those clothes. I knew how he felt slipping deep inside me. The way he sighed as he came with his forehead resting on my own. The look of utter bliss on his face as he bit his lower lip and shook with his release.

My chest rose and fell in harsh breaths as I waited for him to notice me standing there. I both dreaded and craved that moment.

It seemed like forever as he took in the room and greeted the mothers and fathers in succession. The others had moved towards him, leaving me standing at the back of the line. I knew the second he spotted me though. His whole body froze mid-shake with one of the dads. His face registered shock for a split second, before the corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly into a half smile.

When he finally stood before me, I could barely breathe let alone speak. My knees shook and my legs felt like jelly. I wasn’t sure how I was even standing in that moment.

“Miranda?” he asked quietly. He took my hand in his, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Is it really you?”

The deep sound of his voice washed over me like sunshine on a summer day. I closed my eyes to keep the tears threatening to choke me at bay. I had always known I missed that voice. I just didn’t know how much until right then.

“It—” I cleared my throat and spoke again. “It is.”

Surprising the shit out of me, he gripped my hand and pulled me in for a tight hug, shaking me back and forth while cocooning me in his arms.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away.

“Me too,” I said shyly. With a shaky hand, I tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear and swallowed hard.

“You have a child in my class?”

“My daughter, Rachel.” I gestured to where she sat on the rug listening to Ms. O’Reilly read a story. I was hyper aware of the whispers surrounding us, as the parents seemed to pay more attention to our awkward conversation than their kids settling into their first day of school.

“Great. And her father?” he nonchalantly asked, and despite my nervousness, I found myself smiling.

“No father.” Part of me was glad I had no ties, now that Matt was standing in front of me. The other part of me felt like a heel for what I had done to him, only to end up broke and alone with a young child.

“Good. Good.” His eyes were warm and sparkled as he appraised me. “I would really like to catch up with you, but I need to get class going.”

“Oh, shit. I mean shoot. Sorry. I haven’t slept in like twenty-four hours and I wasn’t thinking.” The verbal puke poured out of my mouth, and I couldn’t stop it. If I didn’t stop, I’d end up telling him it had been over two years since I’d been fucked by a man.

He gave me an inscrutable look and quirked his eyebrow at me. “Are you picking Rachel up later or is she taking the bus home?”

“I’ll be here at three,” I assured him. No way in hell was I going to miss hearing all about her first day of independence.

“I’ll see you then. Maybe we can talk. Now go home and get some sleep.” He winked and my heart fluttered. It was such a heady and welcome sensation. Time had changed nothing as far as the way he made me feel.

“Okay.”

Twenty minutes later, I had a copy of the supply list for the school year in my purse, and said goodbye to Rachel. With one last look as I walked out the door, I found myself smiling broadly at Matt as he gave me a discreet two finger wave goodbye.

Exhaustion forgotten, I couldn’t wait for three o’clock.

TWO

I awoke with a start. The room was dark, except for the light trying to peak through the slats of the blinds. My body was slick with sweat. The ceiling fan was doing little to cool the room down.

Glancing at the alarm clock I saw it was almost two o’clock. After leaving school, I went to the store and bought the supplies Rachel needed before heading home and attempting to sleep. It had taken a little while for my brain to shut off after seeing Matt, but it appeared I had managed at least three hours of sleep, so I had that going for me.

My fingers skirted down my naked body as thoughts of Matt took hold of me once again. He had looked good that morning. Real good. The last six years had served him well. His muscles filled out and he went from being a man-boy to a full on man.

What I wouldn’t give to feel how much of a man he was.

I wondered if his cock was the same, or had that somehow grown up too? He was huge before, which made me even more curious to see what the grown up version looked like.

My fingers dipped between my lower lips through the wetness that had gathered there.

I had perfected the art of fucking myself over the years.

Getting myself off was becoming a more frequent pastime the longer I went between random fucks. It was as if my body couldn’t handle the lack of a cock inside of it.

At one point, I had considered buying a dildo or vibrator to assuage that particular ache, but I couldn’t afford it. Which was why my fingers slipped inside my body before pulling out and plunging in again.

When my tissues swelled and my legs started trembling, I crooked my finger and hit my g-spot. Thoughts of Matt standing before me, stroking his monster cock as he watched my movements with dark eyes took over my mind.

“Show me, baby. Show me how you make yourself come,” he whispered, with his eyes transfixed on what I was doing.

Fantasy Matt eventually lifted his eyes to mine just as he came with a grunt. His cum hit his stomach, and his heated gaze never left mine. That was when my release hit me like a freight train. I called out his name as my eyes closed and my body shook.

When I came down, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling while settling my erratic breathing. Now that that was taken care of, I needed to shower and get ready to pick up my baby.

And if my heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing Matt again, I chose to ignore it.

*****

By the time I got to Rachel’s classroom, my stomach was in knots. It was so bad, I was nearly doubled over from the pain of it.

What if he hated me for the way I left things all those years ago? It wasn’t as if he had known everything I did had been for his own good.

I never did well with the unknown. I was a planner and a worrier—not a good combination. Hence, the reason I was such a wreck.

Moms were hovering around Matt as I walked into the classroom. I instinctively found myself jealous and possessive of the way they fawned all over him. But, it wasn’t as if he were really mine anymore. Hell, for all I knew he was in a committed relationship. Or didn’t even want a committed relationship.

This whole thing was really fucking with my mind.

With Matt’s attention diverted, I quickly looked around for Rachel. I found her standing in front of her cubby with her book bag on her back.

With a sidelong glance at Matt, I shuffled over to her as quickly as possible.

“Hey, baby,” I greeted her.

“Mommy!” she cried out, throwing herself into my arms.

“Did you have fun?” With the feel of my girl nestled tight to me, the fear of seeing Matt was a distant memory. Nothing was more important than Rachel.

“Yes!” Her enthusiasm had me chuckling.

“What did you do today?” I set her back on her feet and grabbed her hand, leading her towards the door.

With a skip in her step, Rachel started babbling. “We read books and ate snacks. Oh and we met Herman!”

“Who’s Herman?” I quirked my head in curiosity.

“He’s Mr. DiGristino’s turtle!” The thought of Matt with a turtle made me smile for some reason. He always had liked unconventional pets. Like the iguana he had when we were younger. Guess some things never change.

We were two steps out the door and heading down the hall when I heard Matt’s voice getting louder. My steps quickened, until I was essentially pulling Rachel behind me towards the school exit. All the while she continued to regale me with details of her first day of kindergarten.

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear a single word she had said. My mind was focused on getting the hell out of that building without having to face the one man that had ever truly held my heart. I wasn’t ready to answer his questions. And honestly, I wasn’t sure my heart could take him rejecting me this time around.

I heard my name being called, but it didn’t matter because I was free. The door shut behind us, and I took a deep breath of fresh air before practically sprinting with Rachel to the car.

Yes, I know. I was nothing more than a complete and utter coward.

*****

For the next two weeks, I played the same exact game of cat and mouse with Matt. Every day he sought me out, and every day I avoided him like the plague.

Dropping Rachel off just as the bell rang was becoming a habit. One that didn’t make my little girl happy in the least. Even at the ripe old age of five, she knew what she liked and being early to school was at the top of that list.

It was on a Friday morning when my carefully constructed plan of avoidance came crashing down. I had just kissed Rachel on the tip of her pert little nose, making her giggle.

“Mommy has to work tonight, so if you’re good we’ll get ice cream for dinner,” I promised her.

“Yay!” she screamed while jumping up and down.

“Mmm. I love ice cream for dinner,” said a deep voice behind me, surprising me and making me jump out of my skin.

Never—not ever—would I forget that voice. The soft whispers in my ear of what he had wanted to do to me. All the sinfully wicked ways his tongue was going to taste me. The deep rumble as he told me how much I was loved, how perfect we were together, and how we’d be together forever.

I stood abruptly and spun on my heel to face him, probably with a look of horror on my face. My attempts at avoiding him were thwarted, and that completely threw me off my game.

“Gee, not exactly the kind of welcome a man wants to get,” he joked at my discomfort. At my continued silence and wide-eyed stare, he continued. “Okay. Well, you could at least say hi or something.”

“Hi,” I croaked out, then cleared my throat. “I better get going.”

“Not so fast.” He grabbed my arm as I tried to shoot past him, completely ignoring the fact that my daughter was still standing there. Granted I had technically already said goodbye to her, but the situation had me so rattled that I actually forgot about her. That wasn’t like me at all.

“Let go of me.” I gasped at the feel of his hand on my bare skin. It was like a branding iron radiating heat through my body.

“Not until we talk,” he said low in my ear, and I shivered. I both hated and loved the way he affected me.

“You need to start class,” I protested.

“Rachel, honey, why don’t you go inside and tell Ms. O’Reilly to read everyone a story. Tell her I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Bye Mommy!” Rachel chirped as she raced off to do as he asked.

“Matt,” I began, but he abruptly cut me off.

“I’m not playing this game anymore, Miranda. I’ve been trying to talk to you for two weeks now. You owe me that much.”

“Okay,” I said with a quivering voice.

“Not here.” He released my arm and ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed black hair. “Can we get together after school?”

I shook my head. “I have to work.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I work tomorrow too.”

“Sunday?”

“It’s my day with Rachel.”

Frustration marred his beautiful face at the realization that a single mother just didn’t have time for things like catching up with an ex-boyfriend.

Welcome to my world.

“We’re going to do this, Miranda. You can keep putting it off, but it will happen whether you like it or not. So you should make amends with that sooner rather than later. I don’t like waiting unnecessarily for what I want.”

What exactly did that mean? Was I what he wanted? Or did he only want an explanation from me? To tell me to my face what a pathetic piece of shit I was for leaving him high and dry?

Fuck. I was reading too much into this. Damn him and his cryptic words.

I rubbed my forehead to stave off the headache that was threatening.

At that moment, the principal came walking down the hall in our direction. I used that as my opportunity to escape.

“I better go,” I said, before hightailing it down the hall and past the principal.

“I’ll talk to you later, Miranda,” he called after me, his words a promise of what was to come.

I knew I wasn’t going to get out of it that easily.

THREE

My car door slammed, the sound echoing into the quiet of the parking lot outside my apartment complex.

It wasn’t the greatest place to raise a child, but some of the lower income rentals in the area were considerably worse. It was a fact I reminded myself of whenever life seemed to be closing in on me, and I felt like a horrible mother who could barely take care of her child.

It could always be worse.

I climbed the concrete steps to the second level and started down the catwalk towards my apartment at the end of L-shaped complex. The shadows were a little deeper down that way thanks to a burned out light bulb that the landlord had yet to change.

With my key in hand, I reached my door and went to unlock it. Suddenly, a hand on my forearm had me screaming at the top of my lungs. In a panic, I spun around and thrust my arm out, attempting to stab the person touching me with my key. It was one of the few things I remembered my father teaching me about self-defense before he passed away.

“Whoa!” The familiar deep voice called out seconds before the key connected with his shoulder. It was too late to stop the momentum of my arm, and I stabbed him with more force than I thought I had in me.

“Matt?” I shouted incredulously, as my heart lodged in my throat.

“Yeah,” he answered, sounding far more subdued than I did.

“What the fuck were you thinking scaring me half to death?” My voice shrieked against the silent night air.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home and thought maybe you saw me down in the parking lot and were avoiding me again,” he explained.

“Of course I didn’t see you!” I really needed to be more aware of my surroundings. That could have had a far worse ending if the person coming up behind me was a stranger with nefarious intentions.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. His hand reaching up to rub his shoulder made me wince with guilt.

“Well, what are you doing here?” My hand rested on my cocked hip and my head tilted as I waited for an answer. I didn’t usually get company at one in the morning.

“I didn’t like the way things were left between us. You ran. Again,” he admonished my childish behavior earlier in the day. “Can I come in?”

“My sister is sleeping on the couch.”

Just then the door behind me popped open and my wide-eyed sister bounded out with her purse slung over her shoulder. The shit-eating grin on her face had me cringing. Who knew what she was capable of? Her love of tormenting and embarrassing me knew no bounds.

“Wow! Matt DiGristino! What’s it been? Five years?”

“Almost six,” he answered her with a smirk on his face.

Kenya knew exactly how long it had been. The brat. I didn’t like the reminder that in a drunken stupor the day after Matt left for college, I had wild, raunchy sex with a guy a few years ahead of us in school, whom I barely knew, and ended up pregnant with Rachel.

Matt was a smart guy. I’m sure he had done the math and figured it out too. Hell, he probably didn’t need to, knowing the way small town gossip always spread like wild fire.

“Kenya was just leaving.” I pushed her down the hall and prayed she’d leave without making a scene. Surprisingly, the thought of being alone with Matt wasn’t nearly as scary as what Kenya might say to him.

“It was great to see you again Matt! Maybe you can loosen up my big sister and get her to live life again! Play a little slap and tickle with her or something!” she called out over her shoulder, eliciting a chuckle from Matt and a groan from me.

“Goodbye, Kenya,” I returned before Matt could say anything.

“Well children, you two behave yourselves. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she shouted back at us as she jogged down the stairs.

“It would seem Kenya is still the same rambunctious girl she used to be. I guess some things don’t change.” His laugh and the fondness in his voice told me he appreciated that.

“That it would,” I concurred.

A brief silence settled around us and I fidgeted with my keys, shifting my purse to another shoulder while shuffling my feet.

“So…” I trailed off feeling awkward and unsure what to do or say.

“So,” he parroted. “You going to let me come in?”

“Oh right!” I turned and opened the door, completely forgetting that I shouldn’t be alone with him and that I had been trying to avoid the conversation that I knew was coming.

“It isn’t much,” I warned. “I haven’t had a chance to clean this week.”

“I don’t care about that,” he reassured me.

Matt followed me into my small, two-bedroom apartment. Thankfully it appeared as though Kenya had gotten bored and straightened up. I could kiss her for it.

My eyes followed Matt’s around the small living room as he took his time checking it out, touching on the kitchenette and ending on the hallway leading to the bedrooms. The tweed couch my parents gave me was the only nice thing in the room and even that had more wear and tear than I’d have liked.

He walked over to the shelf lined with pictures of Rachel and me from the time she was a tiny little newborn to the one Kenya took of us on her first day of Kindergarten.

“It doesn’t matter what things I’ve done wrong in my life. She’s my pride and joy. The one thing I know I did right.”

He glanced at me over his shoulder with an inscrutable look. “What things have you done wrong?”

“Lots,” I admitted.

His legs swiftly closed the distance between us in several long strides. “Tell me,” he demanded.

With only a few inches separating us, I could barely think. He smelled so damn good. Like warm masculinity. It was a potent smell. One that made a woman want to just bend over and take whatever he was offering.

“Tell me,” he repeated a little more forcefully. “I need to hear it. Please.”

The plea in his voice had me losing it. It was just like that night I left him standing on the railroad tracks wondering why I was breaking up with him. My chest felt heavy from the crushing weight of all my decisions, and tears sprang into my eyes.

“Leaving you was my biggest mistake,” I said in a low murmur.

A lone tear tracked down my face. His words from that night echoed in my brain again—the same way they had so many times over the last six years.

Why aren’t I enough for you?

“You were always enough for me,” I finally said the words that had threatened to come out that night so long ago. The ones that would have set me free while at the same time would have chained him to a nobody. I was a loser with no promising future.

His eyes closed and a look of relief seemed to wash over his face. Until that moment I hadn’t realized that his body had been so tense until it visibly relaxed in front of me—his muscles loosening and his shoulders slumping.

“But why?” His eyes searched my face, imploring me to make sense of my actions from long ago.

“Because you deserved more than what I had to offer.”

“What?” he asked in confusion. “That doesn’t make any sense because I vividly recall wanting anything and everything with you. We planned our future together—the Rachels and the Vincenzos. The white house with the red door and a white picket fence. I’d be a teacher while you’d raise the kids. How did you ever think that I needed any more than that?”

“I’m a nobody who couldn’t afford college. Without me weighing you down, you were able to go to Princeton like your dad wanted. If I hadn’t left you, you would have gone to State College just so you could be close to me. I would have ruined your dreams.”

He cursed loudly. His arm cocked and he punched the drywall next to me, leaving an indent. I was startled by his outburst. It was so unlike him to not be calm and in control.

“You were my fucking dream, Miranda.” His voice was low and angry. Tension reverberated off of him, and he began pacing back and forth in front of me, lost in thought.

I bit my lip to fight off the surge of tears threatening to pour from my eyes. Regardless of what he said, it was too hard to consider that I might have been wrong. Knowing he was better off without me was the only thing that had kept me going all these years.

“Now what?” He stopped his pacing and asked.

His unexpected question caught me off guard and it took me several seconds to answer him. “I don’t know, Matt.”

“Yes, you do. You know exactly what I want to hear.” He stalked towards me with a glint in his eyes that had me swallowing hard.

“No, I don’t.”

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His lips teasingly glided across my cheek and down my jaw.

“I can’t,” I said weakly.

“Yes you can. Tell me, Miranda.”

I closed my eyes when his breath fanned across my cheek. I was so afraid of making another wrong decision. What if our time had passed? What if we were just meant to be a really great memory?

“Tell. Me. Dammit, just fucking tell me. You have to be the one to say it.”

“What do you want to hear? That ever since I saw you again, all I’ve wanted to do is jump your damn bones?”

Beyond done with his tormenting, I brought out the sass, hoping it would make me seem stronger than I really was. Because inside I was ready to crumble at his feet and sob like a baby. Too many emotions were swirling inside of me.

His lips rested against my ear as he chuckled softly. “Did you just say jump your bones?”

“Oh shut up!” I pushed his shoulders as hard as I could but he barely moved at all.

When his laughs at my attempt to manhandle him waned, he looked at me considerately before murmuring, “That’s a perfect idea.”

Before the words were fully out of his mouth, I found myself pinned against the wall with his deliciously hard body against mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and his hands gripped my hips, pulling me against the bulge in his jeans.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth before his lips took mine in another searing kiss. The last six years melted away right then, and there was nothing but us drinking from each other the way it was always meant to be.

All coherent thought was gone the second he touched me. I was lost in him. Lost in the feel of his hands cupping my ass and pulling my pants and underwear down over my hips. And lost in the feel of his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck met.

The only thing I was capable of in that moment was moaning and whispering his name as he stripped me of my clothes with precision. He was a man on a mission. That mission being to drive me out of my ever-loving mind.

I leaned against the wall as his mouth trailed over my skin towards my breasts. When his lips closed around one taut nipple, I cried out—completely forgetting my daughter was asleep on the other side of the apartment. With just his tongue and teeth, I was catapulted dangerously close to the edge, completely ready to jump off into the abyss for him.

His hand dipped between my legs, his long finger deftly stroking my clit like a musician would play a guitar.

“Yes,” I hissed when he plunged two fingers inside me.

“Shit. You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured against my chest.

Leaving me reeling, his hand quickly retreated from the delicious torture it was delivering between my legs. Smoothing both his hands down the backs of my thighs, he lifted me up so that I was forced to wrap my legs around his torso. Within seconds, his jeans were unbuttoned, his cock free and he was plunging inside me.

It all happened so fast. I cried out at the sudden feeling of being full of Matt. Being connected to him was as inevitable as it was right. We were meant to be together this way. Loving each other with our bodies.

His hips bucked and rolled as he fucked me like an animal. Years of pent up tension melted away with each grunt from his mouth and each lick of his tongue against my neck.

“So fucking good,” he groaned.

“Yes,” I whispered and dug my nails into his back. My orgasm was building deep within my core, threatening to explode at any second. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand the force of it. It was going to be colossal.