Page 133 of Fierce-Matt

He pulled his shirt over his head, dropped his shorts and underwear and went to get a condom.

She stopped him.

“I’m on the pill.”

He turned. “What?”

“I’m on the pill. I said nothing before because I wasn’t sure if I was going to. I’ve always had a guy wear a condom.”

“Why not now?” he asked. “And I’ve always worn one too.”

“It’s you. It’s different. Don’t question it. Just accept it. That’s how I’m looking at it.”

“Then I will too.”

He climbed on the bed, her knees bent and spread, opening the way for him.

He slid in easily, wanting to build her up again, but she was already jerking to get him deeper, then sliding back and doing it again.

“I love the feeling of you inside of me. Now it’s so much more magnified.”

“It is,” he said. “That’s love.”

His fingers threaded through hers above her head, his mouth going to hers.

She wanted to keep slamming up into him, but he would not let her.

They could have sex any time they wanted. That wasn’t what he was going to do now.

He slowed their pace, she matched it.

Her tongue thrusting into his mouth at the same rate as he was into her.

Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips not allowing him the same speed, but rather more of a grind.

She liked to do that too and it helped to get her there, but it was zapping his control.

“Matt,” she said. “I’m so close. I want you to come in me. I want you to make us one. Please. Will you do it? Please?”

His hips heard the words and swiftly complied. She was coming around him. He felt every pulse, every squeeze, heard the moans and the releases of breaths.

His body tensed, his balls felt heavy, then he came hard enough to have him chanting her name.

“Anya, Anya, Anya!”

“Yes!” she shouted.

She was still coming. An endless stream of vibrations around his dick, drawing all the strength out of his body until he collapsed on top of her completely spent.

“I love you, Kitty,” he said, his voice almost purring like hers.

“I love you too,” she said, grinning at his nickname for her. “More than I ever thought I could love another person.”

He tried to move off of her after a few seconds, but she wouldn’t let him go, so he rolled on his back and held her until she drifted to sleep.

She’d never opened up enough to let go like that, and as much as it was a prize to be given, it was also a burden to not break.

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