rachel

part 12

17.5 years old

Jace is out of jail. Apparently his crimes were not severe enough to keep him behind bars for life. People who are straight up evil should be locked up forever. But, what do I know?

Matt and I have been keeping 'us' a secret. Alex would be devastated and I'm sure the entire gang would disagree with it. Why piss them off even more? It's easier to just keep it a secret and pretend everything is just normal. 

Matt and I are at his parent's camp. It's the only place where there's any form privacy whatsoever. We are currently making out and messing around and it's my favorite thing to do in the entire world. 

I'm on my back with my legs around Matt's waist. His shirt is off and my hands are roaming. I have to touch every single inch of skin on display before me. He has brilliant pecs with a small patch of dark hair right in the middle. He has a six pack that is just delectable, the ridges shift with his every movement. There is the most delicious V that disappears into his pants. The trail of hair below his belly button disappears below his belt and I now truly understand why it's referred to as the treasure trail. 

I'm in my bra. And my panties. It's nothing special but one bra strap is falling off my shoulder and it makes a gap between by boob and bra. Pretty sure Matt has been trying with all of his might to somehow drag that strap down further or somehow push the cup down further. 

We haven't had sex yet. I'm not sure why. We're both so scared to fuck something up we've been taking it painfully slow. And by painfully slow, I mean it's been so freaking painful. We both have so much invested in this and we know that it would be the end of Matt and Rachel if we were to somehow fuck it up. 

My hands roam his back and down his sides to his abs. His lips drag down to under my chin and then my neck. He sucks a little on my neck where my pulse is. He knows not to suck too much, we can't have any hickies, that's for sure. My pulse is racing. My breathing is labored. I live for the friction of his jeans against my core. He heads a little more south. Oh my god. Yes. Yes. Matty. Yes. 

He peppers kisses along my collar bone. And glances up at me, asking permission. I send him my answer via telepathy. He receives the confirmation and sits up slightly. I notice his biceps and triceps and how they bunch. I notice the veins in his forearms. Fuck, am I drooling?

He reaches for my bra strap and slides it down my arm. It exposes my left breast and his blue eyes, pulse and are instantly glued. My nipple hardens and puckers and strains for his attention. He slowly kisses down and around my breast and then licks my nipple. My back arches off the couch and I press on his shoulders pulling him down again. He lowers himself down on me and has one hand splayed across my stomach and the other playing with my hair by the side of my face. His mouth goes to town on my breast and nipple. The sensations are so intense. Fireworks are bursting behind my eyelids. My whimpers and moans are let loose without a care. Matt reaches up to drag the other bra strap down. Revealing my right breast. He immediately switches over to give that one attention. I can't handle it anymore. I need more. 

I push him up and he sits with his back to the couch. God he is so fucking hot. I put one knee over his so I'm straddling him. I'm not sure I have ever taken this much initiative in my life, especially not in my sex life. I reach behind me and unlatch my bra. It falls in my lap. I playfully throw it to the side. Matt's eyes are glued to my breasts. I'm so nervous I could puke. But at the same time I feel this complete safety with Matt. I know deep in my bones that Matty would never hurt me. 

The trust I give him is something that I have never given anyone in my entire life. 

My arms circle his shoulders and I press my entire body against his. Our mouths are working at each other's and our tongues dance. I'm obsessed with the feeling of my naked boobs against his naked chest. I rock my hips at a steady rhythm. The friction between his jeans and my panties are too much too take.