Page 132 of Fierce-Matt

Every time he threatened to touch her, he crept back causing her hips to rise.

She let out a growl after the third time.

“You’re impatient.”

“I am,” she said. “Don’t make me wait. We’ve waited so long for this.”

“It’s not the same.”

“It’s not, but you’re supposed to be making me feel better, not flustered.”

“You can pile on that guilt well,” he said.

“Is it working?”

His fingers crept up to her tender flesh, dipped in and found her soaking wet.

He slid the fluid around, the low moans from her lips filling the room.

It would not take her long to come. But he didn’t want her to just come.

He wanted her to comeundone.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. Again.”

He slid one finger in, then another, pumping in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Her hips were matching him.

His mouth moved in, found its target, his tongue landing on her swollen bundle of nerves and thrashing around, not landing, not staying in one spot, just tasting her all, making her work for it.

He knew exactly what she liked.

What she wanted.

And he gave it to her as she howled out his name, her hands landing on his head and holding him there.

Not to stay in one spot, but to not move either until she was ready.

He’d give her everything she wanted for as long as she wanted it because that was what a man in love did.

Her hips hit the mattress with a thump and he moved back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Her eyes were shut, her breathing not exactly level but not pounding out as it had been.

She turned her head to look at him.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to undress?”

“Do you want me to?”

“You said you were going to make love to me. You can’t do that with your shorts on.”

Matt didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of her. It was about making her feel good, not him.

Giving her pleasure was the greatest gift to him.