Be a Doll(89)

I dropped a hand from his hair to his tight shoulder and moved up, feeling everything, every little thing, as I pulled away, pulling Mathis’ cock almost completely out of me, but when his tip threatened to leave me, I dropped down again, hard and deep, taking him completely with a moan and his name on my lips. My clit brushed against his base, making me tremble more than I already was as zaps of pleasure already went through me so intensely that my thighs already tightened on my husband’s sides, caging him in.

Mathis’ hands slid down to cup my ass, his fingers biting into my skin without apology. Everything about him told me that he wanted to mark me. Even when he wanted me on top he wouldn’t let me forget his strength and it fed my need, my craving for him, his body, what he made me feel during sex. With that man, everything was blown out of proportion.

I moved again, up and down, faster and harder, taking him so deep it was teetering on the edge of being painful, but it only made the pleasure that much more intense, that much more illicit and impossible to resist or stop.

“Your pussy is heaven,’’ Mathis growled, his hips moving with mine, his ass almost leaving the couch as he sped up with me, pushing my impending orgasm to grow faster, to make me tremble and close my eyes when it became too hard to keep them open.

I threw my head back and arched up, giving him an opportunity to put his mouth on my breasts. When he nipped at my taut nipple, my garbled moan pushed him to keep going, to get a hand in my hair and grip it to guide me into him harder still and faster.

Sweat made our bodies slide, the sounds we made crude and fueling me more in a haze of lust so intense nothing mattered but chasing my orgasm and making him come so hard he’d be even louder than he already was.

“That’s good, Lila. Fuck yeah,’’ he said against my breath before finding my mouth for a deep kiss that shared our moans. “It’s so good when you clench my cock like that. You’re close, aren’t you?’’

“Ye… yes,’’ I panted, clenching around him again and again as I moved harder. I was so close my whole body vibrated and the muscles in my stomach started to tense. “Mathis!’’

“Look at me,’’ he growled, his hand in my hair tugging to get my attention on him.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his cheeks flushed under his stubble, his nostrils flared and a wild look in his eyes that made me want him more if that was possible. I was at a point I didn’t feel close enough when his cock was deep inside me, so deep and hard I knew I’d feel him there long after we came. My fingers raked through his hair again and my other hand gripped his strong shoulder tighter, my nails probably doing some damage to his skin, but I couldn’t stop myself. It didn’t seem to bother him.

He took my mouth in another deep kiss when my nails glided over his sweaty skin as we kept on moving, my thrusts turning more wild as my orgasm mounted some more. My heart was beating so hard and fast in my chest it seemed as if my whole ribcage trembled with each of the beats. And my blood was a liquid fire igniting my whole being.

My forehead against his after breaking the kiss, I came. My whole body shook so much against him, moving up and down in a broken rhythm as my moans turned to his name yelled in the quiet apartment, I only managed to keep going with the pressure of Mathis’ hands on me, urging me on, chasing his own orgasm with my name uttered reverently in a deep growl that made my toes curl to the point of pain.

“Lila, Lila, Lila.’’ My name followed the rhythm of our thrusts, of the flutters of my walls all around his cock as it flared inside of me. “I’m coming!’’ His hands in my hair and on my ass tightened, pushing me into him so hard my clit bumped into him and I moaned again as another wave of pleasure wiped me out to leave me spent on top of him, my head in the crook of his neck, my lips parted to let out my panting breath against his sweaty skin.

I felt him coming inside me, so deep and hard I couldn’t miss the shaking from his big body and the groans that left his mouth, coming from his chest so close to my ear. Finally, my pussy unclenched from around his cock and we both sighed at the same time. Even that we shared together.

His hands relaxed on me and the one in my hair started petting me slowly while the one on my ass moved up and down my damp back. We were both still trembling and it only made that moment more special.

I couldn’t place my finger on why or what felt different, but it was. It reverberated inside of me, filling me with something foreign, a feeling of completion and safety I had a hard time believing in. But that wasn’t all. My whole heart seemed to beat differently in my chest as if seeking another one and I knew, I just knew that this time I couldn’t ignore the fact that my husband had found a way into it.

I trailed my fingers over his heaving chest. The pad of my fingers slid easily with the sweat coating his smooth skin and each bulge of muscle I drew made me feel like for the first time I was getting to know Mathis Grimes.

Sex, fucking, was one thing. You didn’t have to know someone to get off and get them to come too. If you were a skilled lover, reading your bed partner’s body wasn’t difficult, but somehow, what just happened on the couch felt different.

I shouldn’t entertain that train of thought, the fact remained that my mind went there.

It had felt like making love.

My chest squeezed at the thought because while love wasn’t a part of this marriage, I truly cared for this difficult man. I remembered what Sylvie had said almost a week ago on the wedding day, right before I took Mathis’ last name and became the new Mrs. Grimes. She said that Mathis made it difficult to love him, but that he wasn’t the man he broadcast. She had been right on one account; he wasn’t the man he wanted people to see, but the part where he was difficult to love? I was afraid she had been wrong.