Be a Doll(56)

“You say that just to hear me beg,’’ I said and reluctantly smiled even if I only wanted to get our clothes off and finally experience what I had imagined in spite of myself with him, but I was so used to rebelling, even in small and insignificant ways, that I couldn’t stop myself.

With his teeth, he bit on my lower lip, gently nibbling it and he stopped only when a small moan escaped my opened mouth. Eyes closed, I felt his every finger on my face and behind my head. I felt his stubble lightly scratching around my mouth as he let his mouth brushing against mine without truly kissing me yet. He overwhelmed my senses, but also my mind.

“Really?’’ he whispered against my mouth. “Open your eyes, Lila.’’ I did without thinking, without putting up a fight. Maybe it was because I heard the command in his voice and a part of me truly wanted to surrender to him, but the fact remained. I looked into his eyes, the only thing I could see when he was so close to me. “Please, let me take off your clothes.’’ He placed a small kiss on my lips. “Please, let me taste every inch of your naked body.’’ Another kiss. “Please, let me sink inside you and make you come until no other man is left in your mind and memories.’’ And then, he attacked my mouth. His tongue traced the seam of my lips asking for entrance, as if he needed to. I willingly parted my lips and met his tongue with my own on a deep moan that could very well be perceived as a plea for him, his body, his cock.

But too soon Mathis pulled back and broke the kiss. With our loud breathing in the otherwise quiet apartment except from the TV turned to some mindless series, we said nothing but the look we exchanged held a lot of meaning.

He didn’t make a move and I knew what he wanted, what he waited for.

“Take me, Mathis.’’

His face hardened and where it could be mistaken for anger, I knew it was barely held lust. His next move only confirmed it. His hands left my head and before I realized what he was doing, he stood up with me against him. On a gasp, I circled his waist with my legs and his neck with my arms. I held on tight and even if my heart hammered in my chest in surprise at the sudden change in position, I trusted him not to drop me.

I didn’t trust him not to hurt me physically, but I trusted him and that different trust was dangerous. It’s not like I could fight it off, it was already there.

“Let’s go to our room. For a first time at marital sex it needs to happen in our marital bed.’’





LILA


Mathis and I faced each other next to the bed in our underwear. I couldn’t stop looking at his body, the hard planes of his muscles, the way his fair skin called out to me, or the small trail of dark hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his black underwear clinging crudely to his hard cock. The more I stared, the more he seemed to harden and when the head of his cock, dark red and wet appeared above his waistband I bit on my lip and brought my legs closer together.

Desire clung to me like a second skin, stretching me out until I knew a slight nudge could make me burst out.

When he had set me down in the bedroom my first thought was that he would take me hard and fast and forego any finesse, but once again he did the opposite of what I expected him to. Instead, he had slowly uncovered my body one piece of clothing at a time and I had mirrored him with his own clothes, barely resisting the urge to touch his chest, lean in to place a kiss and taste his skin.

But now, we were only clad in our underwear and his eyes devoured me as if I was the first meal he had seen in weeks, as if he was taking the time to get his fill with his eyes before he finally took his first bite.

Right when I thought I’d break and launch myself at him, he came closer. His hands found their way to my hips possessively. The weight of his big hands on my body alone made me shiver again, but it was the way his fingers bit into my skin, the slight tremble I perceived coming from him and the acceleration of his breathing that had me clinging onto his bare shoulders. His skin was incredibly soft and firm under my touch. His warmth called out to me so much that I let my eyes fix his parted lips.

“Touch me,’’ he said, voice low and demanding.

My brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity because I didn’t think twice and obeyed him. That’s what I wanted to do anyway, so his demand only made things sweeter. Hotter.

With my lips trapped between my teeth, I watched my hands gliding down his chest, to his abs and then so close to the head of his cock peeking from his underwear that he hissed and contracted his abs, making them even more visible. Washboard abs. He was the perfect example of washboard abs.

Fascinated, I lightly touched each ripple of his abs with the tip of my fingers and slowly brought my eyes up to stare at him under my eyelids.

“You’re so beautiful,’’ he breathed out softly and ran his hands up my sides until one hand found its way back behind my head and the other one stopped near my breast, almost touching but not quite. I wanted his big hand on my breast. I needed him to touch me more.

I started breathing louder. My chest heaved and I cursed my bra as my breasts became heavier and heavier as seconds passed without another move from Mathis.

“Mathis,’’ I whispered his name brokenly and as usual hearing his name coming from me had an effect on him. When usually the signs were easy to overlook if not careful, here he exploded.

His hand fell on my bra covered breast while the one behind my head forced me closer to him. He crouched to take my lips with his. I moaned in his mouth and he answered with one of his own, deeper and so overpowering that I couldn’t stop myself anymore.