𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐫. ⁽⁽⁽ᵐᵃᵗᵗʸ ʰᵉᵃˡʸ⁾⁾⁾

porcelain.*

He wasted no time in beginning. I threw my head back into Matty's pillows and moaned quietly as he tongued my clit, his lips enveloping my cunt and his eyes half closed in concentration. 'Fuck... fuck. Oh my god...' My tights lay in a wrinkled heap on the floor, my skirt currently bunched up around my waist.

He hummed into me, making wanton sounds of pleasure, completely removing any self-consciousness I might have had about the one-sidedness of the act. When he pushed himself up quickly, his cock was hard in his trousers. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my front before diving down again, kissing the dip in my back and trailing his mouth down my arse. I struggled to crane my neck and watch, but had to bury my face in the pillows and suppress an agonised moan when he began to eat me out from behind, bracing himself between my thighs.

My hips jerked forward as I came in a rush - always faster with him than anyone else - and Matty's hand found mine balled up in the sheets, squeezing it tightly whilst I rode the orgasm out in waves. I lay there for a few seconds, breathing heavily.

'Alma? You alright?' He stroked the backs of my legs and leaned down, peering at my face.

'Yeah. More than alright.' I pushed myself up from the bed languidly and reached for him, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and drawing him in to kiss deeply. My hand sought out his erection through his trousers, and he sat on the edge of the bed as I knelt down, kissing his cock over the dark material. I glanced up at his face before I touched his fly, savouring the hungry, covetous look in his eyes. 'I want you to come in my mouth, okay?'

'Okay,' he replied in a half groan. I drew the zip down, running my fingers over his cock. He stared down at me, physically sublime, not an angle or line out of place; I flipped the elastic of his underwear down and palmed his erection, the intoxicating dichotomy of velvety skin and hard excitement. My tongue ran under the tip and I tilted my head back so that he could see my face as I let him fill my mouth up to my limit. His hand drifted towards my head, but in a startling moment of tenderness, brushed my hair back and tucked it behind my ears, careful even amidst the heaving breath and audible pleasure he was wracked with. The tattoo on his abdomen rippled with the convulsions of the muscles there, and I could feel the thrumming pulse of his arousal between my lips.

'Alma... Alma, oh my god-' Matty drew my name out slowly, agonisingly - a low, almost musical invocation. I constricted my throat around him, sucking at the base of his cock, pulling the pressure up to the tip and tugging with my hand. Trancelike, I repeated the action, my free hand clawing at his thigh, aware of his rasping breath and mounting tension in his muscles as he flexed beneath me.

I slowed for a minute or two, licking up the sides before taking him into my mouth again, letting myself moan a little around him, remembering how good it felt when he did the same to me. His expression twisted and became pained, though I knew it was pure pleasure, all of it - and with a gasp of relief, he spilled across my tongue. I ceased my movements and licked him clean, leaning my cheek against his stomach as I rested.

'That's the shit I'm gonna be thinking about in my hotel rooms... fuck...' Matty groaned, cradling my head against him. 'You're the best I've had, you know.'

'Don't say that if it's not true,' I smirked, lifting my head to look at him.

'But it is!' He seemed mildly outraged. 'You said you don't exaggerate, remember? Well neither do I.'

I rolled off the bed, letting my skirt fall onto the floor and kicking it away. I wanted to say the same back - it was true, after all, but I felt funny about him knowing that, despite the ease with which he was able to say these things to me. 'I just need some water. You want anything?'