Worth the Risk (a Matthew Gray Gubler fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Three

I wake up wake up the next morning, and I am still naked. Neither one of us had the energy to put clothes back on after what we did last night. Speaking of last night, I need to talk to Matthew because I am interested in exploring a little bit more. Maybe we could try some toys? Bondage? Oh, some people use hot wax? Not really sure how that is used to arouse someone... but whatever. I'm willing to try anything with him.

Before I can roll over, I feel Matthew wrap his arm around my waist. He pulls my back to his front and nestles his face in the crook of my neck. He leaves feather-light kisses along my shoulder. I giggle when his hair tickles the side of my face.

"What? Why are you laughing?" Matthew asks.

I giggle even more, "Your hair is tickling my face."

I can tell that a smirk has formed on his face. "Oh, so you're ticklish."

Next thing I know, his fingers are dancing across my skin in an effort to make me squirm. "Matthew! Stop! I hate being tickled!" Even though it hurts, I am still laughing harder than I have in a long time.

He continues to tickle me, and I try not to kick him. His fingers dig into my waist and I scream out and try to push him off of me. When I finally accomplish my task, we both just sit there laughing.

"I would've never thought that you were ticklish. Good to know for future reference." He smirks. Then, it is followed by a laugh. His laugh is so contagious.

As our laughter starts to die, I decide to get comfortable in the bed again. Matthew assumes his position behind me. "I promise, no more tickling... today at least."

I jokingly hit him and snuggle back into his arms. I feel his hand lightly drag across my skin. His large hand spreads out and covers my stomach. Matthew places open-mouthed kisses on my neck, and lightly sucking. My hand makes it's way to Matthew's head, entangling my fingers in his long hair.

Without thinking, I start to grind my backside into him. I can feel him harden against me. My movements continue as he quietly moans in my ear. He uses the hand that is on my stomach to turn me around, and face him. My right leg hooks around his hip, pulling him closer to me. I feel Matthew's left hand drag down my back and stop right at my ass. He kisses me lightly, his tongue grazes my bottom lip, asking for permission.

Just to mess with him, I deny entry.

I gasp when he grips my ass with force, succeeding in getting my mouth open. Our tongues dance together. I feel his hand reach down, in between our bodies. His hand stops right where I want it to, his fingers gently massage my clit. As he is still kissing me, I moan into his mouth.

Grinding my hips into his hand, I am trying to gain more control. Of course, Matthew holds all of the control. He halts his movements and breaks the kiss. He looks me in the eyes as if he is asking permission. Permission for what? I feel him grab my hips to pull them closer to his.

Oh... sideways? Really? I've never done that before. I think he can tell, because he gives me a look as if to say, 'you will see.'

I hold onto his bicep as he slowly enters me. My mouth falls open. This new position is great! He smirks as he pulls out and enters me again.

Matthew breathes out, "Shit, baby."

His thrusts continue. I wrap both of my arms around his neck, letting my hands rest on his head. My fingers entangle in his curls. When he thrusts deeper, I loudly moan and pull his hair. He seems to like that because he grips me tighter. So I do it again, this time a little harder. My breathing becomes shallow, almost like I am running out of breath.

"Oh my god, Matthew. Harder, please." I pant.

I clench my walls around his length. He moans loudly, "Fuck! Do that again."

It's so sexy when he moans like that. I like it when he begs. I do it again and grind my hips further down onto him. Our orgasms are approaching quickly. I bury my face into his neck as I cry out, reaching my high. My orgasm causes my walls to clench around him again, bringing him to his final thrusts. His head falls back as he moans and says my name.

We try to calm down before we say anything. I'm sure my voice will crack if I try to speak at this moment. We hold each other while we both come down from our climax.

Matthew whispers, "Damn it. That was amazing, baby."

"I... I agree. Fucking... awesome." I'm still trying to catch my breath after all of that.

He kisses me softly. I let go of him and say,
"As much as I would like to lay here with you all day... I have to pee. I will be right back."

Matthew whines, "Hurry back. I'm cold."

"I have an easy fix for that. Put some clothes on!" I laugh and throw his boxers at his face.

He laughs, I grab my clothes and head to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My skin is clear and radiant. Something about it feels good. I never knew it could be like this. I always try to tell myself that this will only last for a short time. And I don't need to get attached. But, this feels so different.

Because, for the first time in my life, I finally feel wanted. Needed, even.

I finish up in the bathroom. When I walk out, Matthew is taking the sheets off of the bed. I ask, "What are you doing?"

He looks up, "Oh, I'm changing the sheets. They were dirty."

Not gonna lie, I was kinda hoping to crawl back into the bed with him. But I get it. Don't wanna cuddle in dirty sheets. I just nod. He gathers the sheets and I sit on the couch in the living room.

After putting them in the washing machine, Matthew sits across from me on the couch.
"So, have you heard from your parents?"

"No. And I would love to keep it that way. I have nothing more to say to them." I state.

He frowns, "I get it."

We sit there for a moment in a comfortable silence. Matthew breaks the silence, "I have something planned for us tomorrow evening. Are you working?"

I'm genuinely curious as to what this could be. "Nope, I'm off of work. What do you have in mind?"

"I can't tell you. Just meet me back here around 6:30."

"Okay? You're not gonna take me out into the woods and murder me right?" I giggle.

Matthew returns the laugh. "No! I would never! Besides, even if I was, I would've done it already." I playfully hit his arm.

For the next couple of hours, we talk and laugh about the most random things. And I realize that the way this makes me feel, is making it harder and harder not to fall for this amazing man in front of me.

What am I going to do?