Chapter 35

Matt

After a few kisses the night before, I walked her back to the house and sat down on the couch to watch the fire die out. Where I wanted to sleep with her, I knew better. We were at a turning point. She needed to know that I had control of my hormones, unlike my big brother. His advice to fuck her every chance I got might be something that worked for him, but we weren't the same.

I woke to someone popping me in the head - hard.

"Ouch. Shit." I jerked up and narrowed my eyes on Damon as I tried to come to. "I swear I liked you more when you were depressed."

"That stings." He pressed his hand to his chest and frowned.

I would have asked what he wanted so damn early on a Sunday morning, but he was dressed to play golf. My father walked in and stopped by the edge of the living room.

"Are you still sleeping? Get up. Tee time is in forty minutes." He shook his head, turned and walked back out.

"Hey. No one told me we were playing." I got up and stretched, feeling like I'd slept on a box of rocks all damn night.

"We play every time we can on the weekends. You know this." Damon gave me a stern look and walked toward the backyard. "Did you sleep out here?"

"Yes. Don't give me a lecture either. I'm not even up yet." I walked toward the bedroom, hoping to sneak in and not wake Erica up. The sweet sound of her resting greeted me as I slipped into the darkness. The fact that I loved her wouldn't leave me alone. It wasn't just about the excitement and thrill of wanting to bed her, or make her laugh or hear her moan. It was about wanting to make up for anything in her past that left her unsure or unloved. Every part of me yearned to be that guy for her.

I unzipped my bag in the dark and pressed the button on my watch to see what the hell I was grabbing. I had an outfit that would work for a round of golf, though I'd not look nearly as well put together as my brother or father. What else was new?

"Matt?" Erica mumbled softly.

"It's just me, baby. I'm getting some clothes."

"More. Give me more," she whispered roughly before moaning low in her chest.

White-hot need pinpricked my skin. Was she dreaming?

I stood and let my clothes drop to the floor as I moved toward her.

The outline of her on her back, the covers twisted around her legs and her hair a mess had my dick standing to full attention within seconds. She moaned again and arched her back, her breathing becoming more labored.

Did she really dream of me? Something about that thought undid me. I sat down beside her on the bed and reached out, brushing my hand down the soft side of her throat, between her breasts and rested it on her stomach.

"You awake, baby?" I leaned over and pressed my lips to the small bit of skin showing between her shorts and tank top.

She groaned again and reached down, sliding her fingers through my hair as she writhed a little. I could smell her arousal, which had me throwing the idea of golfing to the wind. No fucking way I was leaving when she was wet and needy.

Indecision raced through my mind, tearing at me. Just because she dreamt of me making love to her didn't mean she would appreciate me-

"Matt. Please," she begged and lifted her hips again, rolling them in the faint light of morning.

"Anything you want, baby." I got up and locked the door before pulling my t-shirt over my head and stripping my pants off. I left my underwear. I didn't have a condom with me, so it wasn't like I could take full advantage of making love to her.

She reached for me as I moved onto the bed.

"You awake now," I whispered before moving to rest on top of her.

"I think so," she mumbled against my neck as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me. "I dreamt that you made love to me on the plane."

Her giggle was cute, sleepy.

"I'd love to do that, if you'd let me."

"Since when do you ask for permission?" She licked up the side of my neck, sending chill bumps all over my skin. "I need you. My body hurts."

"Then you can have me." I ran my hand down her side as I kissed at her soft mouth, licking and sucking at her bottom lip as I slipped my hand in between us. Her shorts were so incredibly tiny, so hot. It took very little effort to work down to her flesh, but when I did, time stopped. She was drenched, so wet and sticky that I couldn't help but think she'd already come a few times in her sleep.

"Shit," I moaned and kissed her again before pushing up and working on her shorts. "I don't have a condom, Erica. Just let me touch you, baby."

"No. Just don't come." She sat up, moving to her knees and tore her shirt off. The movement surprised me a little, but no more than her gripping my shoulders and forcing me to turn and drop down onto my back.

"It's impossible not to come with a woman like you on top of me." I reached up and palmed her heavy breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipples as she gripped my undies and moved back, pulling them down my legs.

She bent down and ran the side of her face along my length, licking and nibbling on the head of my cock as I grunted and gripped the sheets.

I needed to bother her more often in the morning.

"I want you so bad." She moved up and ran the center of her body over my lower stomach, coating me in her wetness and making my balls contract.

I gripped her hips and shifted to impale her. She cried out and reached up to cup her tits as she didn't let a second pass before working me. It felt beyond right to fuck her skin against skin. So intimate and delicious.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned and reached down to grab her thighs. "Slow down, baby. I can't hold back like you can."

"Try," she growled, pressed her hands into the meat of my chest and rolled her hips like a well-trained dancer. "I love how big you are. You fill me up and stretch me out. I want more of you. All of you."

Where was this shit coming from? I wasn't sure, but I loved it.

"And your sweet little pussy takes it so well." I pushed at her shoulder, trapping her as far back as I could as I lifted my hips and pumped in and out of her.

The sharp sting of her nails was nothing compared to the flood of wetness that covered my when she cried out and came. Lust like nothing I'd ever imagined wrapped around me, dragging me under its depths and suffocating me.

I pulled her close to me and turned us, pinning her to the bed. "I'm falling in love with you, Erica. Did you know that?" I gripped the headboard and fucked her in long, hard strokes as she moaned in tandem with each delicious slap of our flesh.

"I want that. I want you to love me." She tightened her legs around me and cried out, coming again for me. The strong pulls of her body on my cock had me racing toward the peak of my orgasm. I jerked back and tensed, trying to catch my breath as the room spun. She wanted me to love her. I already fucking did.

"Hold on. I'm so close." I touched the side of her face as she moved to her knees and reached for me, wrapping her hands around my cock and pulling at it, one hand after the other. Faster and faster until I buckled forward and pressed my head against her shoulder.

"You're so far beyond hot," she spoke against my ear and continued to work me. The pressure was intense, the buildup almost bordering pain.

"I thought you didn't want-"

"Shut up and come for me," she barked and that was it.

I lifted up and pulled her against me, both of us on our knees. I made love to her mouth as she brought me through the orgasm and forced me to beckon to her in any way she wanted. I needed the high she provided. It was one of the reasons I kept myself tucked away from her.

Now... in the middle of that high, I couldn't imagine what the fuck would ever have me running from wanting it again. She was my heroine and I wanted nothing more than one more hit. And then one more. And then... one more.