Free Reparation by Sawyer Bennett Page B

lip
way, way out.
    “No,” I
grumble and stomp my foot down.
    “Did you just
stomp your foot?” he asks with a smirk.
    “I’m a
grown woman,” I snap as I stomp my other foot. “I would
never do something as childish as that.”
    Matt releases my
waist and brings his hands up to clasp my head. He presses his lips
to mine, and I can still taste the smoky peat of the Scotch he drank
tonight. My mouth opens, and his tongue slips in. I sigh, and my body
melts into his.
    Then he kisses me
deeply… with quiet hunger.
    I feel starved for
him, and I whimper when he pulls away.
    “Tell you
what,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and
looking me straight in the eye. “How about I tuck you into
bed?”
    My eyes alight with
victory, but he squashes it instantaneously.
    “I will not be
fucking you though,” he says firmly.
    My lower lip goes
back out, and he reaches down to nip at it.
    “However,”
he says with a lecherous smile. “I could be persuaded to peel
those panties off you. I mean… if it’s really that big
of a deal to you.”
    I jump up and down
like a schoolgirl, clapping my hands in excitement. “Yes,
please. Panties and bra. Tuck me in, tuck me in!”
    Matt busts out
laughing and scoops me up in his arms. Kicking the door shut, he
walks through the living room. Macy is on the couch, watching CNN.
She glances up at us, her mouth hanging open, as Matt carries me by.
I shoot her a quick wave and a broad grin as he takes me to my
bedroom.
    I bounce on the
mattress slightly when Matt drops me there. He’s efficient…
wasting no effort and, within seconds, I’m lying there in only
my white, lace bra and boy shorts. His eyes feast on me, roving over
every part of my body.
    Looking up at him
with my most seductive stare, I stick my foot out and run it up the
inside of his leg, causing his gaze to move from my breasts down to
where I’m getting perilously close to his cock. “Matt…
please don’t leave me like this. I’m dying here.”
    I can see his
erection pushing hard against his pants, and I move my foot to gently
rub over it. He hisses out in pleasure, but then grabs my foot and
lowers it to the bed.
    “I’d
never leave you wanting, McKayla,” he tells me with lust
flooding his words.
    Crawling onto the
bed in between my legs, Matt does indeed peel my panties off me. He
lays his fingertips in the center of my chest, and then lightly drags
them down my body, straight down in between my thighs. I arch off the
bed like a cat stretching after its morning milk when he slips a
finger inside of me.
    I stare at him in
fascination, because he’s staring at me in fascination…
where his hand is wedged firmly against me. His gaze slowly moves up
and locks with my own.
    “Watch, Mac,”
he whispers, and then nods his head back down to my hips. Both of our
eyes travel south, and mine stayed glued to his hand working me.
    But then the
feelings get to be too much. My blood is pumping faster, and Matt’s
fingers are hitting deeper. My eyes have no choice but to flutter
closed as my head falls back in utter surrender. I hear Matt give a
soft laugh at my ability to do nothing more than focus on my
feelings, and he adds his thumb to the mixture of pleasure.
    Then I’m
flying high and a long moan flows up from my throat and filters into
the air, just as my body earthquakes itself into an orgasm. It shreds
me from the inside out and seems to go on for an eternity. I’m
completely wrecked when it finally stops spasming.
    I’m vaguely
aware of Matt removing his fingers from me. It sort of penetrates my
brain that he’s covering me up with my comforter. I’m
almost asleep by the time he presses his lips to my forehead and
says, “Good night.”
    “Good night,”
I murmur back, and then I’m out.

Being in a new
relationship is fun, particularly if you have someone that has a good
sense of humor. For example, check out this text exchange between
Matt and me this morning.
    Me: Are you like
my