Maybe Matt's Miracle(48)

“I don’t know how to take that,” I admit.

“I just… I know I haven’t ever felt this way about anybody, particularly not this fast. And I’m scared, Matt. I’m terrified. But I like this. I like these feelings, as much as I dislike them.” She bites her lower lip between her teeth. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.” I scoot down so that I can touch my lips to her neck. It’s there and it’s so pretty and soft against my lips. She smells like citrus and soap, and I love every inch of her. I am enamored with the wet parts, and I rock my hips so that I can slide against her heat. She gasps and arches her hips to meet me.

“You’re the only one I needed today after I left my mom. You’re the one who makes me feel safe. I think I can tell you anything and you won’t judge. You dropped everything at Reed’s just to come with me, you listened to me, and then you took care of me until I fell asleep on you.” She winces. “Sorry about that.”

I chuckle against her skin. “Are you kidding? I enjoyed that as much as you did.”

“But you didn’t even…” She blushes, and she’s so pretty that she makes my belly flip.

“I can get off anytime. Getting you off,” I tell her, “that was a dream come true.” I cup her breast in my hand and plump it gently. It’s barely a handful, but it’s mine and I am already in love with it. In fact, I plan to spend a lot more time with it. Along with other slippery parts of her. I take her nipple into my mouth and abrade it with the flat of my tongue. She squirms beneath me, and if she moves one more inch, I’ll be inside her.

“Matt,” she says, her voice quivering. Her legs come up to wrap around my hips, and I notch my dick at her cleft. It know it’s risky, but I want to bump the head of my dick against her clit and see if she’ll get even wetter for me.

Her eyes fall closed, and her head turns to the side. A shiver trembles up her spine, and I rock my hips. “I think you like that piercing you were so scared of a minute ago,” I say quietly beside her ear. Her eyes fly open.

“That’s what that is?” she whispers.

“Well, I take all the credit if you really like it,” I whisper, and I drag through her heat again. She trembles in my arms.

“Matt, please,” she says.

“Condom?” I ask. She points to her bedside table, and I reach for it. I really don’t want to leave her because she feels so f*cking good I can barely stand it.

“We need one?” she asks. I sit up on my knees so I can roll it on, and she lies there in the light of day, all exposed and pink and so f*cking perfect.

“It would take a miracle for me to get you pregnant,” I say. But I do need it because if there’s no barrier between me and her, I’m going to go off the second I get inside her. So I roll it down my shaft and hope I can last long enough for her.

She giggles. “Because I want all the children in the whole wide world. Every last one. My three are definitely not enough.”

My heart stalls. I fall down beside her instead of on top of her. She rolls toward me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Don’t joke about that,” I say. “If you want more kids, you had better tell me now because I can’t give you any.” My heart’s beating like I just ran a mile, and I am afraid that it’s going to shatter like the glass vase I broke when I was six. There were pieces of it everywhere. I worry for her health if that happens. She’ll get stabbed. Oh f*ck. I throw my arm over my eyes.

Sky climbs on top of me, kind of like she did earlier, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands on my chest. She kisses through the dusting of hair on my chest. “I’m sorry I ruined it,” she says quietly. She lays her face on my chest and rests the weight of her slight little body on me fully. She’s warm and soft and…wet? I look down and see her wiping a tear from her eye.

Shit. I f*cked it all up. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I say quietly.

“I’m not crying for me, you dummy,” she says. She smacks my hands away when I try to wipe her tears.

“Then why the f*ck are you crying?” I ask.

“I was crying for you,” she whispers.

Shit. She can undo me so easily. “Because I can’t have kids?”

She snorts. “Because you want kids.” She grins. “I just happen to have three, Matt. I can share them with you, if you’ll let me.”

Well, I’d planned to do that anyway. She wiggles on top of me, and she’s so wet and warm that I can’t keep from grinding up into her.

“You ever going to show me what that piercing can do? You said it’s magical, right?”

I take her hips in my hands and put her right where I want her. “Sit up a little bit so I can get to stuff,” I say.

“You calling my girly parts stuff?” she asks. But she’s not crying anymore. She’s laughing.

I reach down between us and lift my dick, pointing it toward the center of her. She’s wet against my fingertips when I test her to see if she’s ready for me. She’s ready. I push inside her and she stills, her breaths stopping.

“Okay?” I ask.

Her eyes close, and she puts her weight on her palms, which she lies flat on my chest. She spreads her legs a little wider and slides down the length of me so, so, so slowly.