Our room was still dark when I woke. Matt's presence was warm next to me, exactly where he'd been when I fell asleep. His breathing was slow and steady -- he'd sleep for a few hours more. He always woke late the day he returned from Seattle. I was starting to get used to his trips. Don't get me wrong, I didn't like them, and I didn't like that he was gone for weeks, but I'd developed a routine around them. And Matt was too. The night before, he'd wrapped me in his arms until I fell asleep, then he probably returned to the couch until he was tired enough to sleep himself. His internal clock might reset today but this first morning would be too soon for him to get started.
I gazed upon him for a long time. It felt both strange and familiar to see him at my side. His eyes were closed sweetly in sleep. His broad chest rose and fell. All of his solid self was there in the spot that had been so long empty.
I was glad to have him back. It felt like Christmas morning and I was too excited to sleep more, even knowing I had hours before unwrapping my presents. When I finally slipped out of our bed I felt dull aches in my legs and hips from the night before. It made me smile. Matt was never as frantic as he was the first night back. Last night had been no different: unable to make it to our bedroom, he was lovingly possessive when he took me bent over the couch. I still felt stretched by him the morning after, even though I'd entertained myself through his absence with a dildo as close to his measurements as I could find. Actually we'd bought the toy together when we realized Matt's trips would be a regular occurrence and we both needed each other across the distance. But however close the size, a toy can't match his fervor on a reunion night. No wonder I felt that ache still.
My legs slowly loosened through my usual morning routine. An easy yoga session, a refreshing shower, a hot cup of coffee, a few chapters of my latest read. As the sun brightened, I focused less and less on the words in front of me as my mind wandered more and more to Matt. Some of the distraction were my memories of the night before. The rest were my fantasies of the day to come.
Finally I set the book aside. It should be late enough for Matt to be awake.
I nudged open our bedroom door a few minutes later, carefully carrying a pair of half-full mugs so they wouldn't slosh. The door swung as silent as my footsteps as I returned to our bed. The light filtered through the blinds cast the room in a warm gold.
Matt was stirring under the covers, his skin glowing in the diffuse sunlight. God, but he was gorgeous. He turned, maybe more at the smell of coffee than anything else. We shared a smirk as I sat on the side of the bed. "Coffee?" I offered.
"You're amazing," he said as his hands wrapped around the mug.
We stayed still for a few minutes, sipping and breathing and waking.
"You're amazing, sweetheart," Matt repeated, sounding much more awake on his second try.
"I know," I grinned. Then I leaned forward to kiss him with our empty mugs between us. He tasted good. Like coffee, yes, but more importantly he tasted like himself, exactly as I remembered yet so much better. Even more familiar was the firmness in his lips and the caress in his hands. Somewhere in that first taste one of us had the presence of mind to set our mugs on the nightstand. All I knew was the sudden awareness that my hands were wandering down his chest and to his hips, down to the heat between his legs.
Our mouths opened into fire.
"Lissa," Matt breathed as my fingers wrapped around his stiffening cock. Where yesterday he was heat and rush and pure need, at that moment he yielded to me. Matt curved back down to the bed shuddering while I worked him harder and harder. His hands pulsed at my body in glancing caresses only to twitch away in each new wave of pleasure. Soon his cock was fully at attention. Still I worked him in my hands, stroking down his length to his balls and back again to palm over the thick head.
"Mmm damn, Lissa, you are amazing." he gasped yet again.
"You keep saying that, baby," I teased.
My hands left his hardness long enough to peel off my clothes then they returned to fit Matt's cock against my entrance. It was the only part of him that was hard -- the rest of his body was weak and waiting under my thighs. My walls slowly parted around him, taking him deeper and deeper in a smooth descent that drew a new groan from his throat. My incredible wetness eased that first thrust. I'd already wanted Matt. Watching him moan under my attention only made me that much hotter for him. Rarely do I see Matt's head tilted back that way.
Rarely do I see him lose control that way.
My thighs rested on his. My lips gripped the base of his shaft. We both moaned in a duet just begun. It woke him from the pleasured haze. "Welcome home," I smirked.
Matt smiled back and I saw the focus return to his gaze. His hands filled with a new strength as they wrapped around the curve of my hips. "This is exactly where I want to be, sweetheart." Working together he raised his arms while I tensed my legs, then we both dropped me back down his length in a groan. Long slide out, rush back in, conspiring to impale me on him again and again, building our rhythm. Each time I adjusted to his thickness while also squeezing back onto him. And through it all his self-control built until he raised me higher than I could.
"Matt, Matt, baby," I gasped. "Matt---"
