Page 52 of When We Are Old

“Matthew,” I gasped his name and his fingers dove inside me with firm thrusts while he sucked my clit, alternating with a deep swipe of his tongue.

I couldn't move away if I tried, so I gave myself to the tingle rushing up my legs. Until the front door shut downstairs and I stilled.

“Matthew.” I whispered, trying to pull at his hair.

He didn’t stop though. Tilting me forwards he trust his tongue deep inside me just as my mother climbed the stairs.

I came, my legs shaking, unable to stop myself, while silently holding in my cry.

I shivered as he kissed up my belly, up along the space holding my pounding heart, dancing along my throat until his lips landed on mine and I tasted the tang of his hot breath and me in his kiss. I trembled uncontrollably, clinging onto him.

“How come you’ve got your clothes on again?” I whispered.

“Believe me, they are coming off.” He swept me up into his arms and I gave a squeal, giggling loudly in the darkness.

I tried to stop. Tried to be quiet. Tried to not make a nuisance of myself and disturb my mother, but I couldn’t rein it in.

My laughter bloomed from inside me, like a flower unfurling under the hot summer sun. With Matthew I became completely free.

He lowered me onto the bed, and I caught my arms tight around his neck, fitting my mouth against his, slanting and a perfect fit. I kissed him so hard there couldn’t be any doubt I shouted I love you in the silence of our pants and moans.

***

“You stayed in my mother’s house.”

I pressed my nose and mouth into his chest, inhaling the warm skin scent of the morning after.

“Does it feel strange?” His fingers trailed down my spine.

“No. It feels perfect.” I pushed a kiss onto his firm pec to prove my point. Which brought me to a question I needed answered. I shifted over him, rubbing our warm skin together.

“I have questions that need answering.”

He raised a sleepy eyebrow. “No questions before eight.”

With a glance at the bedside clock I nibbled on my lower lip. “It’s seven forty-five, what can we do?”

His smile glinted with a wicked edge and he tackled me over. “Fifteen minutes is my speciality; be prepared to be amazed.”

My giggle was cut short with the exploration of his fingers.

“Can we stay in here forever?” Matthew frowned at the bright sun from the other side of the window.

“You know you have to go home though?” I didn’t want him to go. I wanted us to stay tangled in cotton until we were ninety-five.

I wanted our universe to be this house, with tea and toast and crumbs in the bed. Hannah had left a note for us that she’d gone to Annabelle’s.

I knew the truth; she didn’t want to see us. I should have been parenting, but I’d been distracted by Matthew's glorious naked perfection.

And for once I didn’t want to parent. The phone calls of apology I had to make loomed in the distance like a black cloud. Another five minutes… Maybe ten… Another kiss…

“I don’t have to get the boys until Wednesday. I could stay a couple more days?” He watched me carefully.

My heart picked up an erratic race.

“You want to stay here in my mother’s house?”

He frowned and shook his head. “You always call it her house, but it's yours, you know that?”