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Another purr, and I know his patience is running out. I release his cock, grip the base, and take his head in my mouth, licking him like a lollipop. I remember Josh’s advice: a wet blowjob is a good one, and I let my saliva run over his cock.

His eyes continue to bore into me, and I see every emotion. He’s hot for me. So hot. I slowly close my mouth over him and begin to move up and down.

“God yeah, babe, take me deeper,” he orders, and I do it.

“So fucking hot. There’s no better view than your mouth around my cock.”

With my hand at the base, I go up and down. My other hand fondles his balls gently in my palm. He groans, and suddenly his hands are around my head. He doesn’t grip; he runs his hands over my head slowly.

My mouth lets go of his penis.

“Put it back…” he starts to say, but he groans loudly when I begin to suck on his balls. I hold his cock and lick and suck.

“Yeah, babe, don’t stop, that’s so fucking hot,” and I start to hum.

“Fuck, babe, put my cock back in your mouth, I’m so close.”

I move my mouth to his cock and start to suck. My lips ride down his shaft; my tongue runs over his head, both my hands on the base.

“Deeper, babe, all of it.”

I move my hands around to his ass and press into the muscles as I take him deeper into my mouth. All of it isn’t possible; he’s too big.

“All of it, babe, it’ll fit.”

I relax my throat and try taking him deeper, and as he feels it, he begins to tighten his grip.  He starts to thrust and suddenly all of him is in my mouth. I hadn’t thought it possible and I focus on my breathing and enjoy the moment, the moment of being completely at his mercy. Up until now, I’ve had the control, but now he takes it back. He thrusts in me again and again and I can’t wait to have his cum in my mouth.

I sense his frantic race towards his orgasm. I can already taste the first drop. I love the taste and then with one hard thrust deep in my mouth, he comes and I swallow. I can make out his wolfish grin as I drink his cum and I can see how much it turns him on.

He pulls me up and close to him. He kisses my neck and earlobe, turns my back to him, and begins to fondle my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and slowly moves me towards the bed, but instead of pushing me onto the bed, he lowers me onto the floor with my upper body onto the pillows. He undoes my pants and pulls them down together with my panties and drops them onto the floor while he takes off his shirt.

“Spread your legs wide, babe,” and I follow his instruction. One hand grips my wrists and pins them above my head.

“I suspect you’ve already had a finger in your ass.” I shudder. Did he notice something earlier? With Will? Where did that comment come from?

“I’m going to stick two fingers in your ass and fuck you with my fingers, and after that, I will use my cock.” I recoil.

“Not there, babe. I’m saving that pleasure for later. I want you to scream my name when I fuck you. Clear?” I nod and quiver with anticipation.

He pushes two fingers into my wet pussy and runs them up to my pucker and presses gently.

“Relax, babe, don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never do anything that’d hurt you,” he murmurs.

In the last few days, my body has learned to listen to his, and I visibly relax as he speaks to me. Slowly, his fingers sink into me, and the feeling is exquisite. I feel beautifully filled and moan lightly.

“I knew you’d like being fucked in the ass.” He kisses my shoulder and then down my spine.  “I’m really glad.”

His fingers go slowly deeper, and it’s unbelievable. I never thought it’d feel like this. I thought it’d feel wrong and uncomfortable, but it’s just amazing.

His fingers are now in me up to the knuckle, and he begins to pull them out but pushes them slowly back in. Oh God, this is so hot. He speeds up and begins to fuck my ass with his fingers.

“Matt! Matt!” I scream out.

“Yeah, babe. I know, it’s so hot. You can barely hold it in. Imagine that’s my cock fucking your ass.”

Every time his fingers go in, I moan loudly. Before I can come, he pulls them out, pulls on a condom, and buries his cock in my pussy. I cry out as he stretches me so deliciously. While he thrusts slowly in and out of me, he slaps my bottom in quick succession. It doesn’t take long for me to come. I thought he would speed up, but he just tries to bury himself deeper in me.

“Oh God, Matt, I can’t!” I whimper.

“Yeah, you can. You’ll take what I give you.”

I scream out as he reaches hidden depths. It should hurt, but I’m so hot and horny, that all I feel is pleasure.

“I can’t anymore, let me come, Matt, please,” I beg.

Deeper and deeper.

“Hold on. For me. Hold on for me. Turn your head to me. Let me see your eyes.”

I turn to look over my shoulder.

“See what you do to me? See how hot you make me?” I nod and his eyes are intense, lustful, his pupils enlarged.

“Will you hold on for me?” and I nod again. I’d do anything for him. Anything.

I bite down on my lip and clamp my fists in the sheets. It’s no longer just the intensity of his thrusts but also the intimacy. I feel like I’m wide open for him, not my body, my soul. I feel vulnerable and sensitive, but at the same time…invincible. With every stroke, we become closer, and our souls bond.

I feel the change surge through him. That moment changes it from fucking to bonding. His breathing deepens, and he bends to kiss my back and runs his tongue in circles over my skin, tracing the shape of my tattoo. He covers my back with tiny kisses. In that moment, we both know our relationship has changed; it’s more solid, more intense. Unstoppable.

He suddenly starts to shake, and I sense his orgasm. As he comes, he spanks me hard once, and I come with him. He lets go of my hands, grabs me round the waist, and holds on. We seem to lie like this for an eternity.

 

Matt switches off the alarm, throws an arm over me and begins to fondle my breast. He kisses the nape of my neck and bites my earlobe. I turn to him and he kisses my mouth with his soft lips.

“Good morning, babe,” he murmurs.

As I remember yesterday, I know it’s a really bad idea to get something started, and I try to move away.

“Hey, anyone would think you don’t want to have sex with me,” he jokes.

“No time, Matt, sorry. I can’t be late for work again,” and it’s really hard to turn him down. “I want this promotion more than anything.”

Instead of moving away, he lies on top of me, spreads my legs and wiggles his hips. “I’ll be quick,” and he starts to kiss my breasts.

I pull his head back. “I can’t, I’m really sorry but I can’t.”

His eyes harden visibly. “We have thirty minutes. I promise it won’t take longer, but don’t leave me hanging.” He kisses me, takes possession of my mouth and I moan because it’s so hot when he kisses me. There’s nothing better.

He penetrates me quickly and I yelp. “Matt! Rubber!”

“Fuck.” He pulls out, puts on a condom, and is quickly back in me.

His kisses are deep and possessive. His thrusts are soft and slow. I can’t take more after last night, and he knows it. One hand plays with my breast while the other plays with my hair.

“Please don’t ever say no to me, Thea,” he whispers against my mouth. “I can’t take it when you don’t want me.” I melt.

“I want you so much, Matt!”

He smiles. “Can I take what I want, whenever I want?”

Oh God, yeah, always!

“Always, Matt. Always.”

His mouth closes over mine, his tongue fucks mine, and my moans are only for him.

 

A Nutella roll and latte are waiting for me when I come out of my room, dressed and in time, just as Matt has promised.

Next to it is a sprig of lilac. I sit, pick it up and smell. I twirl it in my fingers with a smile on my lips. I hear steps behind me and Will kisses me on the cheek.

“Morning, sugar,” he smiles at me.

The memories of the evening before flood back, and I feel my cheeks begin to get hot. I quickly look down at my plate and pick up my roll with a tremor in my hand. He sits next to me.

“Hey, everything’s okay, you’ve got no reason to be nervous.” He softly strokes my cheek and there’s a spark between us, the tension palpable. I want this man, but after what Matt said this morning, I can’t give in to this feeling. I turn my head to one side, and his hand drops. I can’t look him in the eye.

“Thea.” There’s hurt in his voice.

“I can’t, Will, I can’t.” I stand up, grab my purse and almost run for the door.

I’ve only been here a week and things are already getting messy. How am I going to survive this? How will my heart survive?

 

Another day of crisis management awaits me. I don’t get to my desk until lunchtime. I’ve tried to appease furious colleagues, listen to current research reports, visit the lab to see the results. On my way back to the office, my cell rings.

“Hi Sam!”

“Hey, sweetie! How’s it going? I haven’t heard from you since you disappeared with that hottie. No goodbye, nothing. But I forgive you because he was so damn hot.”

Her cheery chatter puts a smile on my face. “I’m so sorry, somehow my life has gotten a little chaotic. I can’t really talk now, can you meet me after work?”

“Only if you promise to give me all the gory details. That includes the size of his cock, the noises he makes during sex and his favourite position.”

“Obviously,” I grin.

“Cool, how about that little Italian in Noe Valley?”

“I’m there, eight?”

“Perfect, see you then, sweetie.”

 

I’ve been sitting at my desk for about an hour when my cell notifies me of a text.

 

Hey babe, what are you doing this evening?

 

My heart beats faster.

 

I’m meeting Sam for dinner.

 

There’s a while before the next message, but I can see he’s typing in the message box.

 

Oh, I see.

 

That’s it? It took that long to type that?

 

Did you have something in mind?

 

Nothing. I wait and wait. This is stupid so I call him.

 

“Hey babe.” I hear his grin.

“So?” I ask shortly.

“Well, I kind of thought…with me being away for a week after…we could, kind of, spend the evening together.”

Oh he’s so sweet! My heart opens up for him. “Gimme a sec, I’ll call you back, okay?”

I hang up and call Sam while giving myself a hard time for being stupid enough to dump my girl for a guy I just met, and how it would be if the tables were turned. I battle between great sex and turning into one of those women who drops her friends for men and hate myself a little for it. Well, okay, not hate. I like who I am very much, but I secretly hope Sam will slap me down for what I’m about to do to her.

“Hey Sam,” I say slowly.

“Thea, it’s a good thing you called back. Something unexpected has come up, are you around tomorrow night?” she sounds breathless.

“Of course! Same time, same place?”

“Cool! Why’d you call back anyhow?” she asks suddenly.

“I don’t want to say,” I admit.

“Spit it out, Bennet.”

“Well, Matt wants to spend the evening with me because he’ll be gone a week.”

She giggles. “The sex that good, is it?”

“Awesome, I’m telling you. Awe-fricking-some.”

“I look forward to a detailed report tomorrow, love you sweetie.”

I call Matt back. “Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll spend the evening with me, okay?” he grins

“Yeah.”

“You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it. When do you get out?”

“Around eight.”

“Workaholic.”

“Guilty,” I grin.

“Okay, do you know the little Sardinian restaurant in Noe Valley?” he asks.

“Matt.”

“What?”

“I was headed there with Sam this evening.” I smile quietly.

“Yeah? Well then you don’t have to change your plans much, just your partner,” he laughs.

“Eight o’clock okay?”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

Something warm and fuzzy goes through me. “You were in me just seven hours ago,” I say.

“I know and in nine hours I want to be back there.”

I giggle. “I miss you, too.”

His voice oozes joy. “Babe, you’ve no idea how much better I feel, see you later.”

Is he perfect or what? Perfect, right?

 

It’s not far from work, and even though I’m a bit early, he’s already waiting for me outside in front of the entrance. I know, right? Perfect.

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