Hook, Line & Sinking (Completed)

34. Good Morning

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Robin

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Good Morning

I woke up to Matt rubbing his hand across my shoulder blades, calloused finger tips trailing across my skin beneath the tank top I'd worn to bed. He rubbed softly in circles until I opened my eyes to look at him where he sprawled on his side next to me. In the soft morning light, with his chest bare, his skin positively glowed.

"Hey," I whispered. He smirked at me, mouth tilting up lazily at one corner and his dark eyes crinkling in that attractive way of his. "Hey yourself," he said back. His breath was minty fresh so he'd clearly been up before me and already washed. I probably could use some mouthwash myself so I sat up. "Be right back."

I could feel his eyes on me as I headed for the bathroom. More than aware of the fact that I'd chosen to wear my laciest of thongs to bed last night and only a clingy chemise to cover my chest. He hadn't seen it, because he'd joined me in the bedroom after I'd already gotten in. He was certainly noticing now though so it was definitely more of a sashay than a walk as I disappeared into the bathroom.

When I returned from freshening up I saw that he was sitting up against the headboard of his bed, a wide grin on his face. His tattooed arm tucked behind his head and one knee raised beneath the sheets covering his lower body. "You sassy girl, I didn't know you were wearing that to bed last night."

Twirling a lock of hair with my finger I smiled, pretending to be coy, "You didn't ask... and you didn't look. Your loss." Then smirked when he made a low rumbling sound and leaned my way, snatching the bottom of my top to yank me closer. "I'm looking now."

"Oh yeah?" I said a little breathlessly when I ended up in his lap. "Is that all you're going to do or are you finally going to make a move?" At my daring words my heartbeat sped up and beneath me I could feel the evidence of his desire harden more. He made a growling little noise in the back of his throat and then his mouth was on mine.

It was long, long minutes later before I found myself coherent enough to form thought again. He'd moved us, somehow I'd ended up underneath him, pressed into the mattress by his bulk. His tattooed arm propping him up, the other hand gliding up the outside of my thigh in a scintillating caress.

"I suppose we've waited long enough," he said huskily against my throat. "And who's fault is that?" I demanded when he shifted his body further so he could pull my chemise off. If it wasn't for him we'd have already gone all the way, instead he'd expertly made sure we never quite got there.

I helped him get the chemise off and pulled on the sheet that had tangled around his hips, brushing across his erection as I did so to the sound of him hissing out his breath. "Mine, I know I held back..." he said on a groan and then to my surprise lifted his hand to cup my chin and explained.

"Somehow it was a little about proving to you that I'm serious about us, that my priorities changed," he said and honestly that was almost a declaration of love coming from him. I found myself smiling, rubbing my knuckles over his stubble covered chin, "Matt, you love sex. And I know you're serious about us."

When he kissed me this time we both surrendered to the moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave in to the urge to map the planes of his back, I never got tired of that and I knew just how to scratch his back to make him purr.

In return his mouth found my throat and he nibbled before sliding lower to lave at the tip of first one breast and then the other. The gentle touches were driving me insane so I dug my heels into his firm backside and arched my chest up to him. "Matt, if you don't stop your teasing right now!" I urged him and was greeted with a husky chuckle and a smirk before he finally gave me the pressure he knew I liked.

One hand roamed up the inside of my thigh and found the crease of hip, calloused thumb rubbing on top of the lace that covered my sex. He teased first, rubbing in circles and then when the fabric got damp more firmly across my clit the way he new I liked. In retaliation I found his earlobe with my teeth and bit down hard enough to get his attention.

"No teasing this time Matt," I told him when he raised his head to mock glare at me for the sting. "Just make love to me." I was suddenly struck with the thought that this might be the last chance we had before our confrontation with the Corenths, I wanted this memory to help see me through it.

Matt's eyes turned molten at my words and then he lifted off me, shifting to sit back on his haunches between my legs. His eyes focused on the soaked scrap of lace I was still wearing while he licked his lips. "As you wish," he said and with painstaking care started sliding the fabric off me; the smirk curling his lips telling me he knew perfectly well what that slow pace was doing to me.

Once I was bare he started to lean in and licked me from my entrance to my far too sensitive clit. A finger circled me before pressing slowly inside; he'd done that before but it still felt like a stretch each time he did it. Now he distracted me by switching from circling my clit with the tip of his tongue to pressing open mouthed kisses against my thigh each time I got closer to the edge.

Soon he was sliding two fingers in and out of me, curling them upward just right to brush against my g-spot. Matt was fond of delaying my orgasm and while I hated it in the moment, the pay-off was always worth it.

This time was different though. The fourth time he'd brought me to the edge he stopped, dark eyes meeting mine with a heated looked. He slowly stood up and started pulling off his underwear, revealing his thick erection, already slick at the tip with precum. "Ready for me?" he husked, an amused tone to his voice as he noticed my eyes on him.

When I just nodded he opened the bedside drawer for a condom and slid it on before coming to kneel between my legs again. Leaning forward to balance on the fist of his tattooed arm beside my shoulder he reached down with his other hand to press his tip against me. I tilted my pelvis for better access, curled my legs around his lean hips and watched the pleasure flush across his face as he sank into me one slow inch at a time.

He was big, and while he'd used his fingers to stretch me, it burned a little as my muscles accommodated his girth. I arched my back, licked across the lines that formed the compass tattooed on his right pectoral and then lapped at his nipple. At his hoarse moan my body loosened up and then he started thrusting, first gently, finding the right angle and rhythm and then faster when he found my g-spot and I went liquid around him.

At that point I probably got a little noisy but I hardly cared that Thorne, sleeping in the downstairs office could possibly hear us. I was focused entirely on the rapidly building orgasm that threatened to wash over me like a wave. My hands dug into Matt's wide shoulders to hold on, his pelvis putting pressure on my clit each time he pressed inside.

My release roared through me, my muscles clenching down hard on Matt who with a few erratic thrusts and a growled "Dani" followed me right over the edge. I saw stars, didn't care about the sweat slicking our chests together, or the way my legs had fallen trembling from around his hips. This was the single best orgasm of my life and I wished I could stay in this moment forever.

For a long while he lay on top of me, just barely supporting himself so he didn't crush me. I could feel the tremors in his legs that matched mine, loved the way his rapid breathing was in tune with my own. When he finally rolled off me I found the breath to say, "You're a dumbass for denying us this for nearly three whole months Matt."

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Much love,

Robin