Page 37 of Matched By Mistake
She felt him moving and she lifted her head as he set her on her feet. She saw him deftly key in a code on the pad near the front door and then he opened the door and led her into the entryway of his house.
The house smelled of sandalwood and leather, she noticed as he pulled her into his arms and leaned back against the closed front door. He lifted her up by her waist and she wrapped her thighs around his hips, trusting him in that moment more than she’d realized she did.
She put her hands into his hair, that thick, dark curly hair that she’d been wanting to touch since the moment they met. She brought her mouth down on his and realized how good he tasted. That there was something in his kiss that was highly addictive. She hadn’t felt like that about any other man’s kisses—not even Randall’s. Which she tucked away to analyze later.
Right now she shifted her center along the ridge of his cock as she felt his hands sliding up under the legs of her shorts, his hands on her bare thighs. His hands held her firmly but not too forcefully. He spread his fingers out and she felt his touch along her center as he traced her pussy through the fabric of her underwear.
She trailed her mouth along the line of his jaw and over to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and then nipping at it. “Why are we still wearing so many clothes?”
His mouth was next to her ear. “I like the way you feel through them.”
She reached between their bodies and started to undo the buttons of his shirt and then pushed her hands into the opening she’d made. Felt his hot skin under her fingers, the light dusting of hair tickling the tips of them. She shifted around and he set her on her feet as she put her mouth on his chest, kissing him as she moved lower undoing more and more buttons.
His hands were at the tie at the back of her neck that held her halter top in place and he undid it. The fabric fell loose to her waist and she stopped undoing his buttons to push her top to the floor and then step out of it.
His hands were on her as soon as she did that. He palmed her breasts with one hand while pulling her closer with the other on her waist. She felt the tips of her hardened nipples brush against his chest.
His fingers were on the fastening for her shorts and undid his pants at the same time. After pushing her hand into the opening, she reached around to the back and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He toed off his shoes before he stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt. He stood there in the middle of his entry, totally naked, and though she’d been shimmying out of her shorts and panties, she stopped to admire him.
He was fit, not overly muscled. His shoulders were broad and his chest firm, his stomach flat with a thin tapering of hair that led to his cock, which was hard and erect. She sighed as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him and then reaching lower to cup his balls as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
His hands were on her back, moving up and down in long sweeping caresses before his hands were back on her butt again.
“You like my ass...”
“I like everything about you, sweet Mags. Including your hand on my cock...”
She continued stroking him as he pulled her closer and his mouth was on her again. Starting at that spot where her neck met her shoulder, moving slowly down. She thrust her shoulders back and breasts forward. Felt his breath on her nipple a moment before his tongue touched her nipple.
She shivered delicately in his arms and then he suckled at her breasts. Her center clenched and she parted her legs, wrapping one thigh around his hips so she could rub the tip of his cock against her clit. His hand on her butt tightened, then she felt his finger running between the crack. She moved into his touch. Feeling everything in her building toward an orgasm.
She rocked her hips harder against his erection and he pulled back as she pushed him lower and positioned him at the tip of her body.
He cursed long and low. “Are you on the pill?”
“Would I be putting your naked cock against me if I wasn’t?” she asked.
“Just checking,” he said. “Don’t want to take any chances.”
Chances. Was that what she was doing with him? Who cared, she thought. Right now she needed him inside her.
He shifted her in his arms, lifting her off her feet and carrying her down the hallway. A light came on as he walked into the room. It was soft, not glaring. He carried her across the room and then he sat down on a large leather chair. She barely registered her surroundings as she straddled him and brought her mouth down on his. He pulled her forward and she positioned the tip of him at her entrance again.
She met his gaze as she slid slowly down on him until he was fully inside her. He was thicker than she’d realized and it had been a while, so it took her a moment to adjust to him. His hands caressed her ass and back, his mouth was on her breast and then she started to move. He held her hips, urged her to go faster and harder as she rode him, and she did, feeling like every inch of her body was ready to come but she couldn’t get there.
She drove harder and harder, then took his face in her hands and lowered her mouth to his, kissing him long and deep as he fingered her clit, and everything clenched as she came. He continued rubbing her clit and then he moved his hands back to her hips and started driving up into her faster and faster, pulling his mouth from hers and letting out a long groan as he came and emptied himself inside her.
He shuddered underneath her and she collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her. They were both sweating and his hands held her loosely. She closed her eyes, trying not to think.
She’d made the choice to trust herself and live in this moment. But her mind was always going and now that she was in his arms a part of her realized that she didn’t want to leave.
He held her close and she turned her head to face him and saw he was watching her. His dark brown eyes revealed nothing but there was a faint smile on his lips.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes. You?”
“Very,” he said. “Will you stay the night?”
