Page 69 of Fierce-Matt

He groaned and eased back.

“I don’t mean grinding for a release like teens playing it safe and still getting off,” he said. “Unless that is what you want?”

“You’d do that if I did?” she asked. He had no smile on his face now.

He held her stare. “If it’s all I can get, yes.”

“Now I know you’re the best,” she said, giving him a tight squeeze. “I’m joking. I can’t believe I held a straight face when I asked it.”

“Thank God, because I don’t know how I didn’t cry when you did.”

Anya laughed and shook her head, then sat up and lifted her shirt off, her hand moving behind her to release the clasp on her bra.

Her breasts popped out of their confines. They weren’t large by any means, but they were present and naked, and extremely sensitive, puckering at the cool air in the room.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he said.

“Years?” she asked, halting the movement of her hands on the button of her shorts. He’d stepped to a dresser and pulled out a condom.

“Yes,” he said. “You know I was crushing on you back then. I would have loved nothing more than to have been your first. It wasn’t in the cards for us.”

“It wasn’t meant,” she said. “And we don’t need to think of that.”

“No,” he said. “We won’t. Let’s only think of us and the here and now.”

His shirt was lifted, her eyes landing on his body that she’d dreamed about the past few days since she’d seen him in his swimsuit again.

It was as if a flip was switched and they both stripped in seconds, him all but diving onto her on the bed.

She rolled so that she was on top, then reached for the condom out of his hand.

He released it to her, she opened it, and covered him.

“Do you mind if I’m on top?” He shook his head with a colossal grin on his face.

She straddled his hips, lined herself up and sank down.

It was tight, but she pushed through that to impale herself completely.

He let out a groan that she matched, then tested it some to lift and lower.

“That feels way too good.”

“Nothing can feel too good,” she said doing it again.

“Fuck. Yes, it can if I don’t know if I can last.”

She smirked. “I think you’ve got more control that you let on.”

“You’re evil.”

“You like me like this,” she said. “You told me so.”

“If you’re going to taunt me, do it while you ride me.”

Anya never in a million years thought she’d have the boldness to be talking like this during sex.

It was a serious turn-on she’d been missing from her life.