and glazed with desire. The corner of her mouth lifted, just briefly, before she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Her head dropped back and she braced her hands behind her, resting them on his thighs. The movement thrust her full breasts forward as she raised and lowered herself, riding him.
Slow, so slow.
Too fucking slow.
He grabbed her hips and thrust up, burying himself deep in her wet heat. She gasped, a low keening cry, and dug her nails into his thighs. Mat bent his knees and pressed his heels into the mattress, bracing himself, and thrust deeper.
Slow, fast. Deep. Steady. Over and over, burying himself. Losing himself.
Nicole's body tensed, her gasps turning into sharp moans. She held herself still, her nails scoring the flesh of his thighs, her legs tightening around his hips. Her internal muscles clenched, gripping, squeezing his cock for one long second before exploding around him in a million tiny tremors. She cried out again and collapsed against him, her teeth nipping at his neck and collarbone. Mat clenched his jaw, holding himself still for the briefest moment, straining. Too much. It was too much.
He groaned and thrust up. Once, twice. Then his own climax ripped through him. Hard, intense, blinding. Long seconds went by, filled with nothing but sharp sensation and the feel of Nicole's body against his.
His breathing slowed as contentment filled him. Soothing, reassuring. He reached up and cupped one side of Nicole's face, turning her head and claiming her mouth with his. The kiss was slow and languid, over too soon when she pulled back and grinned down at him. Mat groaned when she shifted and rolled to her side, his body already missing hers.
He pushed himself from the bed and moved to the bathroom, untangling the beads and disposing of the condom before washing up. He almost tossed the beads in the trash then stopped. Before he could think too long about what he was doing, about how silly the whole thing was, he rinsed them off and tossed them into his shower kit. He didn't know why, didn't even want to think about why.
Nicole smiled when he returned, rolling to her side and patting the mattress beside her. Mat hesitated, not quite able to hide his own smile, then climbed into bed and stretched out next to her.
"Did you need to leave or anything?" And shit, what a stupid thing to ask. Why would he even say something like that?
"Not unless you want me to."
"No." Mat shook his head, hoping he didn't sound too eager now.
"Good." She smiled, a small tired one, then curled up next to him, draping her arm across his waist and resting her head on his chest.
Mat stiffened, surprised, then relaxed and wrapped his arm around her. He pressed his mouth against her temple, his lips lingering on her skin. "Good."
But his whisper was lost in Nicole's soft breathing. He looked down, noticed her closed eyes and the dark shadow of her lashes against her skin, the relaxed line of her full lips. Something warm and unexpected flowed through him, something he didn't understand.
He brushed it away and closed his eyes, his arm tightening around Nicole and holding her close as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Two
Mat stirred, his mind fighting against the pull of wakefulness. No good, not with the sun pouring in through the room's window and heating the air. It shouldn't be this warm, not with the air conditioner on.
He groaned and rolled to his back, his eyes slowly opening. A hazy minute went by as he got his bearings.
Strange bed. Warm room. Combined scents of sex and light perfume.
A slow grin spread across his face and he pushed up on his elbows, looking to the side. Shit. The bed was empty, all except for a few strands of Mardi Gras beads draped across the pillow. His grin turned into a full smile at the memory of other beads, the ones he tossed into his shower kit last night.
Holy hell, he'd never look at beads the same way again.
He pushed himself to a sitting position, throwing the heap of
Slow, so slow.
Too fucking slow.
He grabbed her hips and thrust up, burying himself deep in her wet heat. She gasped, a low keening cry, and dug her nails into his thighs. Mat bent his knees and pressed his heels into the mattress, bracing himself, and thrust deeper.
Slow, fast. Deep. Steady. Over and over, burying himself. Losing himself.
Nicole's body tensed, her gasps turning into sharp moans. She held herself still, her nails scoring the flesh of his thighs, her legs tightening around his hips. Her internal muscles clenched, gripping, squeezing his cock for one long second before exploding around him in a million tiny tremors. She cried out again and collapsed against him, her teeth nipping at his neck and collarbone. Mat clenched his jaw, holding himself still for the briefest moment, straining. Too much. It was too much.
He groaned and thrust up. Once, twice. Then his own climax ripped through him. Hard, intense, blinding. Long seconds went by, filled with nothing but sharp sensation and the feel of Nicole's body against his.
His breathing slowed as contentment filled him. Soothing, reassuring. He reached up and cupped one side of Nicole's face, turning her head and claiming her mouth with his. The kiss was slow and languid, over too soon when she pulled back and grinned down at him. Mat groaned when she shifted and rolled to her side, his body already missing hers.
He pushed himself from the bed and moved to the bathroom, untangling the beads and disposing of the condom before washing up. He almost tossed the beads in the trash then stopped. Before he could think too long about what he was doing, about how silly the whole thing was, he rinsed them off and tossed them into his shower kit. He didn't know why, didn't even want to think about why.
Nicole smiled when he returned, rolling to her side and patting the mattress beside her. Mat hesitated, not quite able to hide his own smile, then climbed into bed and stretched out next to her.
"Did you need to leave or anything?" And shit, what a stupid thing to ask. Why would he even say something like that?
"Not unless you want me to."
"No." Mat shook his head, hoping he didn't sound too eager now.
"Good." She smiled, a small tired one, then curled up next to him, draping her arm across his waist and resting her head on his chest.
Mat stiffened, surprised, then relaxed and wrapped his arm around her. He pressed his mouth against her temple, his lips lingering on her skin. "Good."
But his whisper was lost in Nicole's soft breathing. He looked down, noticed her closed eyes and the dark shadow of her lashes against her skin, the relaxed line of her full lips. Something warm and unexpected flowed through him, something he didn't understand.
He brushed it away and closed his eyes, his arm tightening around Nicole and holding her close as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Two
Mat stirred, his mind fighting against the pull of wakefulness. No good, not with the sun pouring in through the room's window and heating the air. It shouldn't be this warm, not with the air conditioner on.
He groaned and rolled to his back, his eyes slowly opening. A hazy minute went by as he got his bearings.
Strange bed. Warm room. Combined scents of sex and light perfume.
A slow grin spread across his face and he pushed up on his elbows, looking to the side. Shit. The bed was empty, all except for a few strands of Mardi Gras beads draped across the pillow. His grin turned into a full smile at the memory of other beads, the ones he tossed into his shower kit last night.
Holy hell, he'd never look at beads the same way again.
He pushed himself to a sitting position, throwing the heap of
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