London calls me a stranger

Chapter 18

Sam's POV

Once were safely inside, Matt clicked the lock with his key. I could tell he wasn't happy. He didn't say a word to me the whole car journey. I didn't like it. I broke the silence. "Matt I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone." He turned towards me waiting for me to continue. Arms folded, eyebrows raised, his forehead in creases and his body leaning against the wall. "It's just you don't own me! I want to go out! I want to have fun! We're not even a couple, we haven't gone out together properly in 3 weeks and also-" I was cut off by Matt forcibly pressing his lips against mine, pinning my back against a wall. I indulged in the soft sweet taste of his lips and sunk into his arms. They held my by the waist, not firm but strong. My hands clamped around his neck and his hands lowered to around my thighs hoisting me up and forcing my legs to wrap around his toned body. My hands ran through his messy mob of curls and a moan escaped his mouth. He began to walk, stumbling, pushing his bedroom door open with an outspread hand.

Once inside I fisted his T-shirt bringing him closer. Impossibly close. He began to kiss me more roughly. Speaking in between. "Sam?"

"Uh-huh." I said coming up for air.

"You know I'd never hurt you like that! Ever!"

"I know that."

And for a split second I looked into his eyes and it felt like magic. I felt like there was a knot in the pit of my stomach twist till tort. Then he kissed me softly, so soft it felt like a butterfly fluttered across my lips. His palms supported my back as he stumbled toward his bed. My body plummeted to the soft silk duvet.

Matt's hands supported himself with one hand just above my head on the right, and his other caressed my side , holding me up to him. He slipped between my thighs and became closer to me.

A shiver went down my spine when Matt slid his hand across the outside of my thigh. I jerked back remembering earlier on. I shivered a little at the thought. Matt saw this and cupped my face and told me "Everything will be alright, if you not ready yet that's fine" I nodded and a stray tear curved down my cheek. His thumb wiped away the drop and kissed away the excess water trial. I smiled at this gesture.

We kissed for another couple of minutes and the he finally sat up, he looked so perfect. His curls messy and a few sticking to his forehead and his eyes a chocolate river. He stood up off the bed and helped me up. A serge of electricity shot through me when he stood for a second or two just looking at each other. I decided this is the perfect time to sass him. I walked confidently over to his drawers and picked out a Rolling Stones t-shirt, which was largely oversized for me, but probably fit him like a glove. But instead of stripping off in front of him. I placed the top over my dress and scooted it off. Dressed only in his oversized top and my underwear, I turned around to see Matt's eyes pinned on me, dark with lust. This indicated to me that I had succeeded.

I strolled into the bathroom, Matt followed like a lost puppy. I held up my hair in a pony tail, but I couldn't find anything to tie it up with. A second later, Matt appeared in the reflection of the mirror. His arms circled my waist and he lightly nibbled on my neck. I giggled as his eyelashes tickled the delicate skin. "Matt?" I asked, he moaned in reply. "Do you have something to hold my hair?" He stopped for a moment and reached into his back pocket and brought out a wooden beaded bracelet. He took my hair in his hands and tied the bracelet around my thick brunette pony tail. After it was tied up, he sprinkled kisses down the back of my neck.

We walked back into the main bedroom, and I slipped between the sheets. Matt stripped his blood stained plaid shirt and jeans off, leaving him only in his boxers. He slid in behind me. It only took about 3 seconds for us to fall into slumber.