Do I have the fortitude to break through those barriers? I think I might.
Bringing my hands up, I stroke his cheeks. Standing on my tiptoes, I bring my lips to his and press in. At first he doesn’t respond, so I slip my tongue out and lick at his lips. With a slight groan, he opens up and my tongue plunges in.
I feel desperate, because I see that Matt has the potential to slip away from me. I have a whole new appreciation for the efforts he has been taking to give me the relationship I wanted. He has been majorly damaged, and this is painful for him. His risk to open up and let me in is far greater than I had ever imagined or gave him credit for. It would be so easy for him to give up, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he doesn’t.
“I need you,” I murmur as I pull slightly away from the kiss to caress my lips along his neck.
He groans again, my words fueling his desire. His hands pull and tear at my clothes, and mine do the same to him. The desperation with which we are clawing to get at each other is different for both of us. I don’t want to lose Matt, and I’m trying to get closer to him. Matt wants to forget what just happened with Marissa and lose himself in the haze of sex.
In a matter of seconds, Matt has me on the living room floor and he’s driving into me. His entry is painful and pleasurable all at once, but my body quickly accepts him because it knows him. It knows he belongs.
Matt takes me roughly, which is not unknown to me. We’ve had plenty of hot, rough, and fast sex before. It’s like the rush of a drug… or at least how I imagine it would be. If this is what he needs to purge Marissa’s actions from his mind, then I’ll give it to him.
Over and over again.
He drives me towards a blistering orgasm, and I’m still shuddering when he follows me with a quiet moan. My arms come around his back and pull him even tighter to me.
I wait for it…
For him to whisper my name in reverence like he always does.
But I’m met with nothing but silence.