Welcome to the Family

"You don't have to answer right away, Vicky," Matt reassured me, and I could see on his face that he regretted asking me his question. He was well aware that I knew what I wanted and that I would have it my way or not at all. But then I did somethinng that surprised me.

Against my better judgement, I heard myself say, "What happens in Canada..." Wait, Vicca. Stop. What are you doing? Damn, this man is making you crazy. I knew I should have been upset, should have accused him for toying around with me, but there was something in his beautiful hazel eyes that somehow blocked my nerve pathway and shrank my doubts until they finally disappeared.

He then gave me a sly grin and leaned in, and my body, aching for his love, responded promptly by wrapping my arms around his neck and closing the small gap between us. When our lips finally touched, I sighed at how good it made me feel, and Matt immediately took the chance to slip his tongue in my mouth, carefully exploring the new territory.

My body responded like it always did, and like it aways would, even if it became routine; of that I was certain. I melted into his touch, completely shutting off my brain and enjoying the wonderful, priceless moment.

Damn, that man tasted just so good. His warm arms were firmly placed around me, like in a tight hug, and that made me feel so secure, so treasured. That was the way it was supposed to be, and I knew there was no turning back. I was in love with M Shadows, and I would be pretty damn screwed if this was one-sided. Well, if it was not, I would hopefully be screwed soon, too. What? Vicky, shame on you and your dirty thoughts.

When he pulled away, we kept looking into each other's eyes for a while, and he didn't let go of my body immediately. I rested my head against his chest, not needing to look at his hazel eyes, but seeing them directly in front of me as I closed my eyes. It was as if his face was tattooed on the insides of my eyelids, just one thought, and I could see him clear as day. Matt was the name I had given to my big dream. Matthew Charles Sanders.

In order to soothen my berserk running heartbeat and the riot in my head, I suggested heading back to the shore. We finished our picknick, we went back to the shore and started doing the dishes together, keeping a light conversation. After we were done, he suddenly grabbed me, picked me up and pinned me against the wall. He crashed his lips on mine heavily without any further announcement. Do I even need to mention that I kissed him back?

Our tongues battled passionately while my hands were placed on the sides of his handsome face, his hands on my ass, holding me against the wall. "Damn, Vicca, you taste so good," he moaned into the kiss, and after a few more moments I felt some movement in his pants. I pulled away and started biting his slightly sweaty neck while moving my body so his erection rested between my legs, right where I wanted it to be, before rejoining our lips.

Matt then turned around, still holding me in his strong arms, and walked over to the sofa without breaking the kiss. He then gently put me down and positioned himself on top of me, moving his hands to the clasp of my bikini top. He gave me a questioning look, a last chance to back out. But I didn't want to, and I didn't think I could. I let escape a lustful sigh, and that was permission enough for him to unhook it and hungrily kiss down the newly exposed skin.

Matt then roughly bit and licked my nipples, his hand traveling even further south until touching my clit through the thin fabric of my bikini bottom, causing me to moan. "I'll make you feel good, Vicky," he murmured before kissing further down. He continued teasingly rubbing me while sucking hard on my hipbone, before he finally slid off the only piece of clothing I had left.

Without further warning, he shoved a finger inside of me, and I responded by moaning. He immediately added another before lowering his face to my hipbone again, this time lightly brushing his tongue against it, continuing his movement to where his fingers were already working. Please don't, I thought as rather unpleasant memories started entering my mind.

"Matt," I said, and he looked up at me with a concerned expression. "You don't, uhm, have to do this." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Do what?" he asked. "You know, my ex said it, uhm, tasted weird. I've, uh, never done this before," I stammered hastily. It was the truth.

Matt just laughed, and this reaction loosened up the whole awkward tension of the situation. "Well, do you want to?" he asked, and with that, he flicked his tongue over my clit, making me moan. "Well, your ex was pretty damn wrong, and a douche if I may add, you taste amazing, so?" he asked, grinning. Did I? Well, I did.

I nodded and he started licking me again, and it didn't take long until I came hard with pleasuring waves beginning right where he was doing his wonderwork, spreading into every fiber of my body, causing me to moan his name and dig my nails into my palms. I breathed heavily when Matt moved up again, planting a small kiss on my lips before pulling me onto him in a very cuddly position. I think I don't need to mention that that was probably the best sexual experience I had so far.

I then wanted to return him, so I stroked down his perfect abs, but when I reached the line of his shorts, he took my hand and placed it around his body. After a questioning look he said, "Nah, I'd rather cuddle." He then added, "you know, I didn't ask you this because I wanted to get laid. I think we're old enough to know it doesn't have to be all the way on the first occasion we get. But well, things got kinda hot. That was for you, just because. No need to repay."

I still wasn't sure if I had done the right thing by letting him in my pants, letting him be the first to make me finish without actually having sex. But nevertheless, I told myself I wouldn't let it drive me crazy by overthinking. It happened, and I enjoyed it, and there was no need in denying that. I started gently stroking his hair and neck, and he closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the closeness as much as I did.

Notes

Lool she said yes. Guys I'm sorry, I'm really not that good at writing dirty :'D but hey, I tried...