My Fucking Nightmare

My entire body throbbed when I struggled to get out of bed in the morning. It would have been a little easier if not for Matt barricading me in with his massiveness. I was pleased to see that I hadn’t been changed out of my clothes from yesterday. I don’t remember coming home; let alone crawling into bed. I knew there was no way I’d wake him. So I let him sleep. I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to shower. I was afraid it was too late and that the sea water had already done the damage to my nether region, but much to my surprise, everything still checked out.
I wasn’t sure if it was part of a dream or not that I tried making a pass at Matt. I made a note to remember to ask him whenever he woke up. As I was mid-shower I thought I heard him walking down the hallway, hoping that he wasn’t about to just split. I finished grooming my hair and hopped out, wrapping a towel around my head and body. I found him in the living room checking through his phone. “Morning.” I called over to him, and his head shot up with a smile. “Sleep okay?”
He nodded. “What about you?”
“Fairly well. Um, did I…do anything last night? Anything weird at all?”
He cocked his head to the side and gave a troubled look. Matt stood up and slowly made his way over to me as I leaned on the hall wall. “Something weird such as…?”
“I don’t know…feeling you up?”
“Oh, yeah. You did. But you were sound asleep, or at least I thought you were.” I was a little shocked but I knew it probably didn’t mean anything. “You were pretty hammered from the beers. I figured it was best if I just let you sleep it off. I mean, for both our sakes, right?”
I nodded. “Thanks. Oh, uh I’m gonna just put on something quickly. I can make us breakfast if you like. Unless you wanted to head out right away.”
“No, I’d like to stick around for breakfast.” He smiled again and let me go get dressed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been hoping that I’d tried a little harder last night to get him going. I wasn’t sure how to read him. He wasn’t the type of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve, unlike Brian. Melissa struck out so lucky. I was still pretty lucky with Matt, don’t get me wrong. It just seemed like he had a lot more issues than he led me to believe.
I slipped into a sleeveless shirt that matched the colour of my bra and a pair of soft lounge pants with my panda slippers I’d gotten for Christmas last year. I joined him again on the couch, letting my damp hair down over my shoulders. We didn’t talk for a few minutes, but rather enjoyed each other’s company. I didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, like we shouldn’t have been alone together. And the tension, oh my god. Nothing could compare to the tension. I frisked him last night, and took this to a whole new level. “I’m sorry about what I did.”
“No, don’t be. You wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t comfortable.”
I nodded and bit my lip. Okay, now it was awkward. I tried to lighten the atmosphere a little bit. I probably shouldn’t have opened my mouth. “For what it’s worth, you got some nice stuff there.” I gazed down between his legs. For the first time since before Marc and I broke up I started feeling that fuzziness of sexual desire. Oh, hallelujah.
“Thanks. I uh, grew it myself.” That was funny. That was funny, I kept thinking, forcing myself to laugh. Just laugh it all away—all the awkwardness, all the tension, and whatever other unwanted atmospheric feelings there were lingering in the air. I’ll say that there was the spark everyone should be familiar with when they finally get with someone they’ve been wanting to get with for so long. That special sparkle when you lock eyes and the rest of the world seems to disappear, leaving nothing but the closeness of that person when you lock lips for the first passionate time…
And it all goes downhill from there.
I’ll confess. I’ve been a loose girl all my life. Nothing wrong with that at all. I’d argue that until I became blue in the face. I didn’t regret any decision so far in my life. Except for waiting this long to experience this with Matt. I waited way, way too long. And it threw me for a loop. Sex for me was usually casual. Bang once, never call again. The only difference with Marc was that he was so good that I called him out of desperation. Lo and behold, I wasted two years of my life thinking he was the best thing for me. When realistically, the best thing for me was here, right now, in front of my face, smiling like an idiot.
I rubbed my thumb against his dimples and immediately his hand shot up and pulled my hand down away from his face. He held it for a moment or so and let it go, watching me while I inched closer to him. We kissed again, longer this time, and with more tongue. I heard him groan like he did when he sang. And ho boy, that spoke to me. I wanted to be nothing more than the girl who made him moan like that. He inched his way forward so he was climbing on top of me, his arms supporting all his weight as he lowered himself down. I instinctively moved my legs out of his way so our bodies were in perfect alignment.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm myself down. Were these feelings something Melissa experienced when she and Brian did this the first time? Was it as childish and awkward? Oh, god I hoped so.
It was hard to tell what he was thinking and feeling. I was getting scared. Well more like nervous, in hopes that his heart was fluttering as fast as mine, or that his mind was reeling with every thought possible. I hoped his hands were trembling as they struggled to pull my shirt away, and my pants. I’ll never forget the unique feeling of his lip ring dragging down my neck, or his metal front teeth biting into the skin of my shoulder and collarbone. I couldn’t reciprocate, paralysed from the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. He hadn’t even moved on to down under.
He waited a while to take off my undergarments. I was embarrassed for a moment once I’d realized my underwear didn’t match my bra, and that I probably had forgotten to shave certain areas he’d likely roam around in. Could I have screwed this up that bad? Could I have officially cock blocked myself? Stick to optimism, I kept telling myself. God, I was going insane. “Holding up okay? You look flustered. I’m taking my time.”
Well thank god for that too. “I’m…I’m good. This is phenomenal.”
“You should see how I actually perform when all this foreplay shit is over.”
Did he really just say that? Jesus Christ. How the fuck did your fiancée leave you, Matt? Aside from all the bullshit, you’re definitely what every woman wants from a man in bed. I cried out for more when I felt his hands searching my body, cupping both breasts. He seemed to be more preoccupied with my ass. Matt, the guy who liked ass. I could see him being the type. “Oh, baby.” I sighed. He smiled devilishly and tore away my bra singlehandedly. It was impressive. Matt bent over and lodged my nip in his mouth and played with it with his tongue. So, so delicately. If this wasn’t heaven, I don’t know what would have been.
Next he went for my underwear, but was a little more cautious with them. He wasn’t going to play around, or be that dickhead who had no regard for his partner’s feelings. He was better than that. “Shall I proceed?” he asked, his eyes not leaving mine. Speechless, I could only nod. He half smiled and slowly pulled them down. He didn’t look down at my nether region at all. Guess he was aware that girls sometimes were too conscious about what they looked like down there. I hadn’t shaved in a while, so naturally I was feeling a bit conscious about it. “You have a beautiful body.” He whispered.
He started slipping out of his shirt. I saw all the ink on his belly as I’d done at the beach yesterday. So many unique, incredibly detailed tattoos. I got sort of jealous, really. If I had the money to get more than one tattoo every other year I’d be doing alright.
He wasn’t overly beefy, but he wasn’t thin and lanky. He had that perfect singer’s body. Enough chest muscle to belt out every last word of his songs, and be heard over roaring crowds. Still, I was sure he stayed humble. Melissa mentioned a few times that he and Brian worked out occasionally, but in this moment I wasn’t about to obsess over his workout routine. I was here to appreciate such a fine specimen of man as Matt. Again, how did I get so fucking lucky?
When he was down to his boxers I was drooling. Some might say I was high on whatever aphrodisiac I’d eaten in the last day or two. Or maybe it was the lack of sex we’d both been experiencing. In all my times of bad luck I prayed to god above that no one would walk through that door until we were done and dressed again. I reached down between the elastic band of his boxers and his navel to find his cock. I could see it through the fabric, and seeing a silhouette was one thing. But seeing the damn thing up close and personal was insane.
This thing was what ended wars. It stopped global poverty. I’d never seen a piece so magnificently lengthy and girthy like this one. Please god he knew how to use it. I cried his name and begged him to enter me. He pulled his boxers down over his legs and kicked them off to the side, focussing all his attention on me. I heard the crackling of a condom wrapper as he crumpled it up and tossed it to the floor. When he was totally hard, he rolled the condom on and waited a moment, allowing me a full few seconds to eye him up. Matt said nothing but let his jaw slack as he entered me slowly. I heard him quietly grunt and groan as he put all his weight into his arms and back, careful not to hurt me as he entered deeper. At that point I was gasping for air.
Once he was wholly inside me, he began swaying his hips. I subtly moved mine in rhythm hoping to establish some kind of pace and pattern. He was a natural. Of course I was no match for him. He picked me up and rolled me over so I was straddling him, and in this position I could feel every…single…inch grind against me. Hitting that spot over and over again. It wasn’t the spot that set me off, though. It was his face when he knew he was hitting it good. This was the first time in my life any man had done this to me. The first time that I’d had an orgasm so fucking powerful that my entire body stiffened up and seized, causing me to collapse on his chest in a heap of shuddering fits, still trying to catch my breath.
I assumed he busted just as I finished. The condom that was full of cum confirmed it.
I let him take a minute to regain his strength. His eyes were clenched tight, his face flushed with colour as he started going soft. Surely a guy whose dick was that big had to have a massive headache whenever he got a boner. Probably couldn’t take long sessions without passing out. Oh, I’d be putting him to the test. That was, if he survived this go around.

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