Well here's the next chapter – finally! Sorry it's taken me so long guys, seems I've just lacked the motivation to continue the story but you'll be happy to know I've got my mojo back now! Hope you enjoy this part – I know it is very short but don't worry any questions will the answered in the next chapter. Not sure whether there'll be one or two but we'll see! Any comments you have I would love to hear them as always. Thanks for reading though! Thank you also to John for his constant support and Scotty for his 'inspiration'.
He wanted to make love? To me? I couldn't remember ever wanting anything more in my life. My only response was to dip my head and join my lips with his once more, before reaching down between us to take his length in my palm. A low growl bubbled up from his chest and snaked into my mouth. He was hard and warm in my hands. I stroked him up and down as his body quivered from my touch.
"Ah Sophie, you have to stop. I – I can't-" Matt stuttered.
I smiled and giggled quietly, moving over to whisper in his ear. "Now who's the one stammering?" He choked on his retort as I slowly took his ear lobe into my mouth and nibbled. I had him right where I wanted him – I'd never been this assertive in my life, but I knew I had to lead him.
However, it seemed Matt had other ideas.
"Come here you." His strong hands grasped my thighs and he un-tucked me from around his waist, and thrust me over his right shoulder.
"Matt! Oh my god! Put me down! Matt put me down right now!" He paid no heed and soon he had strolled leisurely to where we had left our picnic on the sand. He pulled me back over his shoulder, laid me down on our chequered blanket and covered my body with his. His hand snaked its way over my shoulders, my collarbone, my waist, my hips – oh every inch of me.
"You're bossy," he smirked.
"You're strong," I remarked.
"You don't weigh anything," he replied.
"You're
really
strong," I argued.
"You're
really
wet."
"You're – wait how do you know?" I exclaimed.
"Call it a hunch. May I?" His wandering hand halted at the top of my hips, his delicate fingers angled downwards.
Oh you may.
I thought, I nodded gently and he smiled, reclaiming my lips and dipping his hand down. I gritted my teeth and he crept over my smooth lips and slid his middle finger into my wetness. I cried out with the pleasure of it. Another finger joined in the fun and his teeth nibbled my lower lip.
"Matt, oh," I moaned. "Please Matt, don't tease me anymore!"
"Ah, somebody's close aren't they? Well, this one's all yours sweetheart."
"N – Not without yo-ouu." I stammered. I was hanging over the edge, wanting to let go, to fall into the abyss.
"Yes without me. You see, since I saw you in that bar, do you want to know what I've been waiting to find out?" He whispered against my mouth.