Chapter Eight

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   Matt has the biggest smirk on his face, leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed. “If I knew this was waiting for me I would have come sooner.” He teases, pushing off the wall to take a couple steps closer to us. “Please don’t stop on my account.” He sits on the opposite side of the couch, turned to look at us. “I’ll just sit here and enjoy.” He leans back and relaxes but never takes his eyes off of us. 

Smiling I turn to Richard who’s eyes tell me he is down to fuck me already. I giggle and kiss him again, my lips melting against his. I sigh, slipping my tongue into his mouth to dance and carress his. His hands drop to my hips and he begins to slowly pull them against the bulge in his pants. I moan as he grinds against my clit, moving my hips in sync with him. His mouth drops from mine to go to my neck where he licks and bites me. I moan loudly, my hips moving faster as I feel my orgasm start to build from the stimulation on my clit. He must realize because he flips me quickly so that I’m under him. He has me pinned beneath him, his hands going to the hem of my shirt. He moves it up my body and I arch up to help. Quickly we slide it off my body and over my head. 

He lays me back and moves down my body to my breast. Once there he sucks my nipple into his mouth, nipping softly. I gasp while my body shudders with pleasure. He moves to the other and applies the same adminstration. Once he was done with my breast he kissed slowly down my body. “Look at me.” He rasps and I obey, catching his beautiful green eyes. Eyes that appear as if they glow with excitement and lust. His hand slides into my shorts slowly, his fingers softly stroking me. 

My back arches and my hips grind into his hand. “So responsive.” Richard praises, his fingertips just barely grazing my clit. I whimper, my hips grinding up toward his hand again. He chuckles before circling my clit with his fingers. I gasp my thighs falling open for his hand as his fingers pick up speed. 

“Oh fuck.” I breathe as my hips shake and grind up against him. I hear him softly laughing, his other hand slowly pulling my shorts down around my ankles. I use my feet and kick them off of me. I relax into the couch and moan as my orgasm begins to build again. My eyes close and roll to the back of my head and then suddenly I feel his tongue lap gently at my core. I gasp and look down at him only to see his eyes boring into me. 

He strokes me with his tongue again and I groan, my hips lifting to grind into his mouth. Matt leans over and grabs my hips holding them on the couch so I can’t move. “No skirming.” He says to me, his fingers digging in almost to the point of bruising. Richard licks one more time before saying, “Cum.” Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and gives me a nip. I cry out as my orgasm rushes through my body at full speed. My back arches off the couch as the pleasure mounts and then slowly ebbs away. All through it Richard doesn’t let up on my clit. He continues on sucking, licking and nipping at my clit, drinking in all my juices. 

   Once I have come down from my orgasmic high he crawls back up my body and kisses me on the lips. Sometime between my orgasm and now Matt had moved his hands from my hips.I can taste myself off him and it’s enough to send a shot of lust straight to my brain. I lick at his lips and tongue until he pulls away from me and sits on his knees. He pulls his shirt off over his head before unbuttoning his pants. He pushes them down around his knees before leaning back over me. “You ready for me baby?” He whispers to me and I bite my lip, nervous. I give him a hesitant nod yes and he gives me a smile. “I’ll move slow I promise.” I nod again and he grabs his cock, lining it up with my enterance. Slowly he lines himself up and pushes in, moving inch by inch. 

   He groans and he pushes the last couple of inches in before stilling and resting his forehead on mind. “Please tell me, I can move. It’s taking all my restraint not to ram into you right now.” He whispers against my lips. I giggle at his dirty words and how they are affecting my body.

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