The Aviators

It’s quiet in the house. Bella’s tail whispers across the tiles, no disturbance, really. Matt’s at the kitchen counter reading the paper. I don’t know why, but the feeling of peace that’s come over the place seems permanent. Nothing can break it. And that’s a huge relief. But, I’m restless. Which is why I’m just sitting here at the other end of the bench, watching Matt.

Thinking.

I want him.

I know. That’s the only thought going through my mind right now.

I want him. I want him inside me. I want to feel him again.

It’s been so long.

Or maybe not that long, really.

But…

Matt looks up at me at that moment, his gaze catching mine. “Val, you right?”

I flush certain my thoughts are as clear as day on my face. He tilts his head, setting the paper down on the counter. His movements are steady and deliberate. I duck my head down because right now anything he does is just about setting me off. Crossing my legs as I press my hands to the counter, I shake my head.

“I’m fine…” Which is the biggest lie, ever.

A snort is Matt’s response. I lift my head to look at him; the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Talk to me, Val.”

I move my lips, soundlessly. He lifts an eyebrow. I chew at the inside of my cheek.

I need you. “I need you…”

Matt’s smile could light up the darkest places on earth. “You need me?”

I crave his touch. Have since the incident with Robert. But, I don’t mention that because who wants to bring up bad memories in a moment like this. Instead I just nod, no words.

Matt looks at me his smile fading into a more serious expression. “You sure about that?”

Nodding again. Shifting to face him, knees spread a little. Matt steps away from the counter and moves toward me, halting mere inches from me. Not quite touching, but close enough that I can see the flecks in his eyes.

I shiver. Almost too close, but at the same time every cell within me is screaming for his touch.

A hand on my knee. A light touch. No words; just his fingers inching their way up along the outside of my thigh. A hard swallow as I look up into his face. His lips twitch a little.

“How much do you need this?”

I tremble, pressing to his touch. A smirk, which then softens as he leans in close, lips brushing softly against mine. I open to him, sinking my fingers into his shirt, holding on. His chuckle rumbles right through my body.

“Yeah…you need this…so do I…” His voice. A groan. From him or me, I’m not sure…but it doesn’t even matter.

Matt pulls away again. “Not here.”

More nodding as I make my way to the bedroom.

The whispering of his feet on the floor behind me; the thud of my heart. Sweat trickling between my shoulder blades. The anticipation…

* * * * *

The bed, tangled sheets and Matt’s big body…engulfing me…moving against me… moans and whispers and the heat…burning…I’m burning…

“Shh…shhh…” Matt’s voice in my ear; his lips on my skin. His fingers stroking my core… I don’t even realise, but my cheeks are wet with tears… “Valary…it’s okay…I’m here…”

I clutch tighter to him, knowing I’ll probably leave bruises on his arms. Not that he cares. I know I don’t.

Shit… A hiss as he enters; a moan as I feel him deep inside. Moving together as his weight settles against mine. Nothing else matters right now. Just his heat, his strength, our joined bodies. The creak of the bed frame as he moves in me. The sweat, the heavy breaths; and his gaze, hot, feral and locked with mine.

I stare back, breath catching. He moves firmly and all I can do is feel.

I moan as Matt ducks his head down and then I feel the wetness of his tongue on my skin. I lose all thought, all sense of the now. Hours, minutes, seconds later an upwelling of pleasure so great that I might explode. Then a settling as I float down from my high.

Matt is smiling, a lazy, languid expression, as he runs the palms of his hands down my sides. His touch, gentle, soothing as I come down. Pressing lips to my forehead he mumbles low. Words unintelligible. Meaning clear.

I love you…

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