by J. M. Madden
Finally, millimeter by millimeter, he lowered her down. Gina gasped as the head of his cock breached her gently. He was going to stretch her beyond what she ever had been before. Down, down he let her slide. Gina wiggled her hips, not to tease him, but to ease his way inside her. She inhaled deeply as her downward glide stopped, easing through the fullness. Her clit was twitching around the fullness.
Matt seemed to be waiting for her to move first, so Gina wiggled her hips against his, pressing kisses against his neck, encouraging him to move. Slowly, he raised her up his body, then let her slide down again, this time even deeper. Gina gasped at the invasion. It was almost too much to contain. Her body just was not used to this kind of size.
“Hold on,” Matt whispered.
Backing up, he lowered them to the couch, with him on the bottom and she astride. Gina appreciated what he was doing, even though it had to be straining his control. He had put them in a position where she could control the rate of descent. Wedging her knees to the sides of his hips, she braced her hand on his chest and rocked forward to ease the pressure. Matt’s hands settled to her hips and he followed her movements. Running them up her front, he supported the weight of her breasts in his hands, comparing their size to his palms. Rough skin kept her nipples puckered as he massaged.
Gina raised herself up, almost disconnecting them. Matt watched her with narrowed eyes. Tugging at the curls hanging beside her face, he brought her face to his own.
“Come here,” he whispered.
Gina was only too happy to oblige. She wanted it too, with a desperation that was unfamiliar to her. She also started to move, because her body had accepted his and demanded satisfaction. Bouncing gently, she set up a rhythm that she could maintain while they continued to kiss.
Again, though, it just wasn’t enough. Sitting up, she changed the direction and intensity of his entrance, making him sink even deeper into her body, and it was almost too much. Her cunt strained to accommodate him.
Matt grew impatient. Guiding her hips with his hands, he braced his hips up as she sank down, forcing her to take all of him. Gina cried out as pleasure twanged through her along with the discomfort. Raising herself, she let Matt slam her down again as he surged up.
Their tempo increased until it was all they could do to stay on the couch. Shoving the coffee table aside, Matt rolled them over onto the floor. Gina moaned as he hit a new pleasure spot and hiked her legs around his hips to encourage him to speed up. Matt didn’t need any more incentive. Already his body had begun to lose the rhythm it had maintained for several long minutes. Gina snugged her arms around his neck and bit into his salty skin, not marking, but pinching.
Matt groaned and lunged, curling himself around her body as much as he could. Gina screamed as climax pushed her over the edge again. Her body twitched and danced in his arms as he continued to slam himself into her. The undulations of her orgasm finished him. Stalling out above her, teeth bared, muscles straining, he spasmed into her body, yelling out. It took him a long time to stop convulsing, but Gina held him to her strongly.
Finally, the tension left his body and he melted into her. If she hadn’t been post-orgasm, his big body would have been too much for her, but as it was, he was just right. She ran her hand over his sweaty back beneath his shirt and down his flanks, making lazy, loving patterns. Her body still hummed with pleasure. His still felt as hard as when they’d started. When he shifted, all those slowing neurons started to hum again.
Matt lifted his head and looked down at her in concern. “God, I’m so sorry,” he shook his head as he braced himself up on his elbows. “I just lost it there at the end, and I couldn’t stop. I had to have hurt you.”
He started to withdraw, concerned, and Gina clamped her feet around his butt, holding him to her.
“Now hold on a minute,” she told him.
Matt flinched above her when she moved, and hardened inside her even more. Gina laughed in enjoyment as she clenched the muscles deep inside her body, dragging a groan from him.
“If I’m sore, I’ll let you know. You didn’t do anything wrong, Matt. On the contrary.” She flexed her hips up into his. “I enjoyed everything we just did. And everything we’re about to do.”
He searched her eyes for truth, and Gina gave it to him. She had enjoyed every second of their being together. Yes, she would probably be sore, and have rug burn on her ass, but she’d worry about it later.
Matt reluctantly took her word. Surging into her carefully, as if he couldn’t help himself, he closed his eyes. Gina cradled his face in her hands and kissed him gently.
“I love how you make me feel,” she whispered.
Matt clenched his jaw at her words and surged into her deeper. God. How did he know she meant what she said? Maybe it was just words, platitudes. No. It was possible for a woman to fake an orgasm, but he would bet his best hammer that Gina hadn’t. Her body had moved in ways that couldn’t be controlled.
She was wet when you touched her. That was arousal.
Wrenching himself away, he used a napkin to dispose of the used condom and dug for a second in his discarded wallet. There was another, thank God, and he rolled it on quickly. He leaned over her and met her eyes. The need he thought he saw there humbled him. When he tried to look away, she held his face with her hands and arched her hips up into his erection.
Matt glided back into her, but kept his upper body still so that she could continue to hold his face. The touch was so foreign to him. Even when the cast brushed against him occasionally, it still felt better than anything he’d ever felt before.
And she tasted as good as she smelled. The touching of mouths and tongues had always deterred him before, and he had never gotten the urge to prolong it with the few women he had been with. Sinking himself into Gina the way he was, though, was pleasure in the extreme, and when they kissed, it bound them together even more sharply. Her mouth was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. And he had no desire to leave.
Gina raised her legs around his hips, clasping him strongly as she tilted her pelvis up into his cock. Matt pulled away from her mouth to groan into her hair as he rocked into her, harder and harder. Gina panted sweetly into his neck and did some kind of wiggle thing with her hips. Pushing himself to his arms, Matt pounded into her. Gina pulled her knees to her chest, narrowing the point of contact between them to her pussy accepting his cock. Matt almost came from the new position, but forced himself to plow on in spite of the burning in his balls. With sweat pouring off of him, he pistoned into her until he felt the sweet clutch of her orgasm rock through her. Tossing her head, she let out a high-pitched moan. With a bellow, Matt gave himself up to the desperate need that drove him and felt his body gather itself in a surge, before releasing in a torrent.
Gina panted with him as he came, and held him strongly as he convulsed over top of her. Muscles quivering, Matt lowered himself to his elbows and rested his forehead against the rug at her shoulder as he gulped in air.
Thought escaped him as he tried to regain control of his emotions, cradled in her arms. She had absolutely destroyed him.
They lay there for several long minutes, until Gina shifted slightly. Matt lifted away and looked for signs that he had hurt her. But she was smiling as if she had just won the lottery.
“That was wonderful, Matt, but I think I need to get up.”
Matt reluctantly pulled out of her and backed up to give her room. His eyes fell on her glistening folds, and his breath stalled in his lungs. She was soaked, and there was a dark spot below her on the rug. As she sat up, moisture dribbled down her ass cheeks to widen the spot.
Following his gaze, she laughed. “I think I need a shower.”
She climbed to her feet and stepped over his sprawled legs. Matt watched the flex of her thighs and traced the line of her butt with his eyes. His stomach tightened with resignation at the thought of going to his cold and empty house and leaving her here. Not being able to touch her again. Not being able to smell her pe
aches and cream hair. As she rounded the couch, he forced himself to stare straight ahead. Yeah, they had had fun together, but it didn’t mean she wanted him to stay.
“Hey, Matt?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let myself out.” When he looked up, she stood at the threshold, with one hand on the trim. Light from the foyer made her hair shine in shades of gold and brown.
“Oh, okay.” She frowned. “I was going to ask if you could help me with the shower, but if you need to get home, that’s okay.”
Matt wanted to kick himself in the ass. She wasn’t asking him to leave. He pushed to his feet and crossed the room to her. She looked down at his cock and flushed pink. She curled her toes into the carpet.
With a bright smile, she looked back up as he drew near. “I want you to know I had a great evening with you. And I guess--,”
Matt didn’t let her finish. “I’ll help you with your shower.”
For a moment, her smile slipped away, but then it was replaced by something more true. “I was hoping you would.”
Grasping his hand in hers, she led him up the stairs.
Matt had never been up here before, but he couldn’t drag his eyes away from Gina’s pear shape to take anything in. He looked up long enough to avoid a couple of doorjambs, but then his gaze was drawn right back to her ass. When she stopped and bent over in front of him to dig underneath a cupboard, he felt himself harden yet again. Turning with a smile, Gina held a small trash bag out to him to tie around her arm. Almost immediately, her eyes dropped to his lengthening erection.
“Oh, my,” she whispered.
Matt felt himself flush. It wasn’t everyday a woman was impressed with his body. Actually, it was going on five years now since he had even been with anybody. Once he’d seen Gina, every other woman had paled.
Gina struggled to raise her gaze to his, and when she did, she blushed. “Sorry.”
Shoving the bag at him, she turned her head to stare at the wall. Matt bundled her arm and twisted the excess plastic to tuck it underneath itself. “There you go.”
Gina headed into the bathroom. Matt heard the shower start and wondered if there was enough room for him to slip in with her. Gina must have read his mind, because she peeked around the door and motioned him in with her good hand.
Matt’s heart and cock both warmed as he followed her inside.
Chapter Seven
Gina was beside herself with pleasure. Matt’s soapy hands glided up and down her body, slowly and thoroughly. At the top of the sweep, he would massage her breasts, her chest, and down her arms. At the bottom, he would swirl over her belly, into her pubic hair and around her thighs. Then he would swing out and shape the contours of her butt and up her back.
Gina had never felt so cared for. The first time with a man was awkward and embarrassing. Body issues had to be overcome. But there was none of that hesitation with Matt. She could tell by the way he watched her move and touched her that he thought she looked beautiful.
For a minute downstairs, she had thought he was going to leave. It had hurt her heart. If she hadn’t seen the flash of resignation in his eyes, she would not have issued the request for the shower. She was so glad he had stayed.
Matt acted as if he had never felt another woman this way before.
Surely she couldn’t be his first?
No, he knew too much about actually pleasing a woman.
She was loathe to interrupt the full-body massage, but the questions were eating her from the inside out.
Gina turned to face him in the stall while the shower pounded at her back. She raised her cast to rest at the top of the stall door.
Matt didn’t stop the massage, he just centered in on her breasts, with the hard nipples he was deliberately keeping aroused. Gina sighed as his big hands lifted and pressed her breasts together and let her eyes fall closed.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“It does,” he agreed, voice deep with desire. There was no missing the erection he was sporting. When he’d stepped into the bathroom with her and shucked his shirt, it had been all she could do to close her mouth. The man’s body was more defined than any she’d ever seen before.
“Do you do this for all the ladies you’re with?”
His gentle hands paused for a split second, then glided on. “Not hardly.”
Gina forced her eyes open to look at his face. “You don’t? I find that difficult to believe.”
Matt snorted and shook his head. “I haven’t been with that many women.”
Her eyes widened at his unexpected candor, and she nodded slightly. “I did wonder.”
Matt’s features fell into a frown, and he shrugged. His hands fell away from her body, and he grabbed a bar of soap off the shower caddy, avoiding her eyes. “I just never got into dating. It seemed too…iffy.”
Gina felt her jaw slacken. He’d never been on a date.
She must have spoken out loud, because his eyes flashed to hers in the splashing water. Swiping a hand over his face, he shook his head again. “Nope. Not really.”
Water landed in her open mouth, but Gina was beyond feeling it. He had never been on a date. She was floored.
“How old are you?”
Matt looked more uncomfortable by the minute. “Thirty two.”
Gina blinked and looked down at the drain to hide her face. Emotions ricocheted through her like crazy. Had he never met anyone to go out with? Surely, in his line of work, he ran into unattached women here and there. Or maybe…
When she looked up, he must have read the question on her face.
“No, I don’t like men. I just--” he shrugged those broad shoulders, and stared at her earnestly, “--never wanted to get into a situation like my parents had. Rick beat my mother, all the time. I remember that, even though I was little. I never saw one nice word pass between them. When I was old enough, I just avoided all that crap.”
The water was beginning to cool, but she was too interested in the conversation to care.
“So, you’ve been with women before, I mean, for sex at least.”
Matt nodded and slicked a hand over his dripping head. “You’d be surprised how little conversation is needed when you meet someone in a bar.”
Gina absorbed the words, and all they inferred. Basically, he screwed women, but didn’t get emotionally attached. At all. A chill swept over her, and she knew it wasn’t from the water. Doing a last rinse, she glided the glass door back and stepped out onto her towel. Running it up her legs, she wrapped it around herself, tugged the trash-bag off her arm and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed.
Matt walked out a few minutes later, but Gina was already dressed in fresh sweats and sitting on the corner of the bed. She didn’t know how to proceed. Looking at him standing there in just a towel, with water running down his hard-angled chest, it was hard to tell her body that he wasn’t available. Gina loved sex, but generally every relationship she had been in, there had been some vague hope for something permanent. The men she was with were usually of the same mind, kind of wanting to settle down, but not knowing exactly what they were looking for. When they didn’t match up, they parted on friendly terms.
Matt seemed to understand her dilemma because he sat down on the bed beside her. They were far enough away that they weren’t touching, but close enough that the steamy scent of her body soap on him tantalized her. He sat with his masculine knees spread, hands folded between them.
“I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, to a hooker Rick hired.”
Gina gasped and turned to look at him. “Fourteen?” she repeated. No. He’d just been a baby.
Matt shrugged, and the tips of his ears turned red. “Rick thought I needed to know, but he didn’t want to explain it to me.”
The situation was beginning to clear. He had been raised into anonymous sex, so it’s what he’d continued.
“I’m not a hooker,” she blurted.
Matt turned his head to look at her, and Gina was struck by
the sadness in his eyes. “No, you’re not. And you don’t deserve to be treated like one. I just…”
He stopped, and she could tell he was looking for words.
“I don’t know anything else. I’ve never tried to be anything different. Never wanted to even try.”
Until you.
Those two little words hovered in the air. No, he hadn’t actually said them with his voice, but the expression in his eyes spoke for him.
Gina was at a loss. She liked Matt a lot. Enough to know instinctively that he could seriously damage her heart.
“So, what do you want from me? I mean, I try to look at every relationship with potential. I don’t just screw guys off the street.” She gasped as she said the words and smacked a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
Matt looked glum at her words, and he dropped his head in his hands. “I don’t know what I want exactly. I mean, I enjoy being with you, a lot, but I don’t have anything to offer.”
Gina thought that was a little harsh.
She smiled at him sexily. “Well, I don’t know about that.”
Matt smiled, as she planned for him to do, but it was just a small smile. Gina felt petty for trying to make a joke out of the situation.
“Have you ever seen a good, working relationship?” she asked.
Matt glanced up at her, looking at her oddly. “Not really, no. There was this old couple I did a job for, a couple years ago. They’d been married for fifty-some years, had a gazillion grandkids. They seemed happy, even after all that time. But I only talked to them for a couple days.”
Gina leaned into his shoulder. “You’ll have to watch my parents, then. They’ve been married thirty-four years, and they act like kids together. They’re so great. My sisters are brats, I’ll warn you now. You’ll like my brother, though, if he’s there.” She pulled back uncertainly. “If you’re still going, that is?”
Matt sighed and pulled her back against him. “I’ll go, Gina. If you still want me to.”
