Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

// C A R E F U L \\

I can't help but kiss him back as he presses his body against mine, holding my waist tightly.

After a minute, he stops kissing me, staying close enough that our lips are almost touching still. His smile is subtle, and soft, and it makes me smile back.

His hand is so soft on the back of my neck. His eyes are so brown. His lips are so pink. His smile is so perfect.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed, Thatcher." His voice is barely above a whisper. "I love it when you blush, when you get nervous."

I want to kiss him again.

"And, Merlin, I love it when you let me kiss you."

He kisses me again, this time more urgently, holding me harder against him.

And I mean harder.

After a few seconds, he taps on my thigh, and whispers "jump" against my lips.

I'm hesitant, but I jump slightly and he lifts me against the door. I wrap my legs around his waist and he groans.

He starts kissing my jaw, then my neck. His hands trail along my thighs—and my ass—while my hands hold the back of his head. His hair is so soft, his lips are so much softer.

I barely notice when he starts walking towards his bed, only truly registering it when he places me on top of it.

He's on top of me, and he's kissing me, and I can think of literally nothing but him.

I want to undo the buttons of his shirt. I want to take off his belt. I want to do so much more than that.

Is that where this is heading?

Riddle takes one of my hands in his, and places it against his chest. "Please, Jules."

I'm not sure if it's what he means, but I slowly start unbuttoning the black dress shirt he's wearing. His eyes are so soft as they look into mine. Has he always been this beautiful?

"Can I ask you something?" He says as he starts kissing my neck once again. I slightly nod while I continue to take off his shirt. Fuck there's a lot of buttons.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" I think that's a weird thing for him to ask. Why would he ask that? "I need to understand how careful I need to be, Julia."

I finally finish unbuttoning his shirt before answering him.

"No, I haven't."

He looks at me, almost like he's surprised my by answer.

"I almost did, once. But I kept laughing and he got mad, so..." I definitely feel like I ruined the mood there.

Riddle sits up at little bit—my mind immediately tells me I ruined this—and he takes off his shirt completely. When he returns to his position on top of me, I can't help but smile. "You deserve better than that."

I kiss him quickly, gently brushing my hand against his newly exposed torso.

He groans against my lips, and one of his hands travels along the side of my body.

"Can I take your dress off, pretty girl?" He whispers against my lips. I nod slowly.

Both of his hands find their way under me, one of them unzipping the dress while the other slides off the straps.

A light smile ends up on Riddle's lips, lightly dropping my dress to the ground before he kisses me again.

His kissing is much less reserved now. He's more aggressive, more needy now. My hands struggle to undo his belt, which is embarrassing as shit.

I laugh lightly after a second, and he does too. His left hand removes both of mine, undoing his belt for me. "I've got it, baby, you just lay there and be pretty."

No one has ever been even half as attractive as he is right now.

I hear his belt fall to the ground somewhere around his bed when he kisses me once again. His lips feel so right against mine. When he starts kissing down my neck, one of my hands holds the back of his head and the other holds his arm.

He's fucking strong.

One of his hands runs along the side of my bra. "Can I take this off?"

I nod, feeling his hand slip under my back and unclasp my bra with no trouble. He takes it off of me, dropping it on the floor before kissing me again.

Each time he kisses me it's like I never want him to stop.

"So pretty." He mumbles, his hand lightly touching my chest.

I undo the button and zipper of his pants with very minimal struggle—compared to his belt, at least—and he smiles at me. "In a rush, are we?"

"It's no fair, you had more clothes on than me." I kiss him quickly. "Which means you have to take more off."

When his pants are finally off, I wrap my legs around him. He looks at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen. It's weird.

He kisses my neck, and slowly makes his way down my body. It feels like he's trying to memorize every inch of my skin with his lips.

As he kisses around my hips, he hooks one finger around my undergarments. He looks up at me, as if he's asking for permission. I nod.

When he pulls them down, he drops them off the bed along with the rest of our clothes. He kisses around the inside of my thighs, still looking up at me, while lightly pressing my legs apart.

"Please."

He smirks at me, but still doesn't give me what I want from him.

"You can ask better than that, baby, I know you can." He kisses my thigh again. "Come on."

"Please, Mattheo, please." He raises his eyebrows, seeming disappointed. "I need you, please."

He smiles this time. "Such a good girl for me."