Waiting on Forever (13 page)

Keeping our hands locked above my head, Matt runs his mouth down my jawline and up my neck. “You’ve got to stop doing this to me,” he whispers next to my ear.

“Doing what?” I push up my hips up again with a sneaky grin.

“That,” he adds, nipping the bottom of my ear.

“Then stop turning me on so much,” I respond, running my fingers up his back.

“I can’t help it. You taste so fuckin’ good,” he continues, running his tongue up from the center of my neck up under my chin.

“Then don’t stop.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to,” he whispers before kissing my lips.

Sitting back on his heels, he lifts the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up and over my head, resting his body back over mine. Bringing his mouth over to my ear, he whispers, “And one of these times I won’t be able to hold back.” He rocks his erection between my legs, sucking on my neck. “It’ll be the best damn sex we’ll ever have.”

Closing my eyes, I just can’t take it anymore. He has me so turned on that I don’t think anything but his dick inside of me will give me relief. Feeling the way I do, I have no clue how people can go months without giving into the temptation. The thought of wasting one more minute without him pushing inside of me makes my body ache with frustration. Whatever reservations or morals he has for waiting need to be pushed out the door. He needs to give me what my body is longing to have.

Him.

“I need it now, Matt,” I plead, gripping his back.

Without saying a word he trails wet passionate kisses down my neck and over my chest. Sucking my erect nipple into his mouth, he teases the other by squeezing and tweaking to the extent that my back arches overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Please,” I beg, not letting the idea of having him inside me escape my head.

Staying silent, he leaves my chest and continues down my stomach and over my underwear. Lifting his head just slightly, he pulls my underwear down my legs and drops them to the side. A rush of excitement slides over my body, realizing that he’s finally giving me what I’ve been asking for. But instead of removing his boxers, he opens my legs wider and kisses the insides of my thighs.

What the?

Using his thumb and finger he pushes back my folds and flicks his tongue against my clit.

Holy Fuck!

An instant shock of pleasure surges through me, leaving every ounce of my body tingling. Returning his tongue to my now swollen nub, he swirls, flicks and sucks like a man on a mission with no intention of stopping.

“Holy shit!” I yell, overwhelmed with the constant flow of pleasure flooding my body.

Understanding my need for relief, he slides his finger inside of me with ease.

“Oh, god!” I cry, completely giving in and handing over all control of my body.

“Come for me, baby,” he softly whispers, removing his mouth from my sex just long enough to say it.

Like his words are my trigger, my body instantly unfolds sending me into the most intense orgasm ever.

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, my body falls limp into the bed, feeling like I just ran a marathon.

Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he looks up at me with a huge prideful grin.

“What are you smiling at?” I ask, not being able to hold back mine.

“How beautiful you are right now. Knowing that I put that fulfilled smile on your face is enough to make
my
body weak.”

God, I love him and want to tell him so bad.

Giving me one last sweet smile, he kisses my stomach and pushes himself up off the bed.

“Let’s go get some breakfast before Collin and Summer leave,” Matt says, grabbing my hands and pulling me up off the bed. “And then we’ve got some French to study,” he adds before slapping my butt and walking towards the dresser.

I stand there frozen, watching him dig through his drawers and thinking about all that has changed in such a short period of time. I’m no longer a loner. I’m hopelessly in love and have gone from a total prude to a raging nympho.

I’m loving my new life and have no plans of ever turning back.

Chapter 17

After having breakfast with Collin and Summer and saying our goodbyes, we make a quick stop at my dorm so I can take a shower and change into some clean clothes. Grabbing my backpack and rescuing Matt from Kayla’s nonstop rambling, we head out and back down to his truck.

“How do you live with that?” he asks, putting the key in the ignition.

“With what? Kayla?”

“Yeah. Holy shit, I was ready to tear my eyes out their sockets if I had to talk to her any longer,” Matt says, shaking his head.

I laugh at his statement because that’s exactly how I feel after talking to Kayla, but deep down I know she’s harmless and doesn’t know any better so I just deal with it. There are worse girls out there who I could be roomed with.

“Yeah, I guess you just get used to her after a while,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

“Shit, I don’t know if I could. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.”

Realizing that I’ve said that same thing about her, I burst out laughing.

“What?” he smiles, turning and looking at me.

“It’s just funny listening to how you’re describing her because these are all things I’ve thought to myself since living with her,” I say. “It’s like we share a brain.”

Glancing over at me with the smile that makes my insides weak, he squeezes my thigh and says, “we fit good together,” then turns his head back towards the road.

Yes. We. Do.

Although it should have only taken an hour or so to get through our notes, the constant flirting, kissing, and teasing prolonged our study session well into the afternoon. Noticing that there’s no way of getting anymore done, I give into Matt’s millionth attempt of pushing me back on the bed.

Just as he slips his hand down my pants to tease my new favorite spot, my phone starts ringing with the tone designated for my parents.

Shit, it’s Sunday.

Slipping out from underneath him, I fish through my bag to retrieve my phone before it goes to voicemail.

“Hello?” I answer right before the last ring.

“Honey?” my mom says in a questionable tone.

“Hi, Mom,” I say, looking at Matt with an apologetic look.

“Leah, why do you sound so out of breath?”

“I was, uh, across the hall when I heard my phone ringing,” I lie, biting my lower lip and scrunching my forehead, hoping I sound convincing enough for her not to continue.

“Were you with friends?”

Yeah, my boyfriend.

“No, I was in the bathroom.”

“Oh, Leah. I wish you’d branch out and meet some new people,” she says in a caring voice.

If only you knew how much I have.

“I know and I will,” I respond in an encouraging voice.

“Well, your dad and I want to come visit next weekend,” she adds in a more chipper tone.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”

“We’re thinking Saturday evening for supper?”

“That sounds great, Mom.”

“Okay, Honey. We’ll see you next weekend then.”

“K. Love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too, Sweetheart.”

Pressing the end button and letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I turn to see Matt smiling at me with a devilish grin.

“What?” I ask, wondering what’s running through that head of his.

“Didn’t want to tell your folks that your boyfriend had his hands down your pants ready to get you off?” he asks with a smirk.

“Um, I don’t think it’d be in your best interest to let them in on that detail,” I assure him.

“Yeah, probably wouldn’t make the best first impression, huh?”

“Yeah, probably not,” I agree. “They’re coming to visit Saturday night.”

I throw it out to him to see what he thinks about meeting them.

“Shit, I’ve got an away game in Binghamton on Saturday and probably won’t get home until late,” he answers, looking disappointed.

“So you’d wanna meet them if you could?” I ask.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t you want me to?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah, of course. I just didn’t know if
you’d
want to.”

Grabbing my sides, he picks me up and sets me down on his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Baby, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. So yeah, I wanna meet your parents. I wanna know everything about you.”

Just when I don’t think he can’t get anymore sweet, he says something like that and sends my heart into a fluttering mess. Giving him the most sincere smile possible, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly on the lips.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper softly against his lips.

“You make me that way,” he responds, pressing his mouth back on mine.

The next thing I know, we’re completely naked from the waist up. My nipple is in his mouth being fiercely licked and sucked, and our bodies are rocking so hard against each other’s that my thighs are beginning to feel raw from my jeans rubbing on them so much. Needing more and needing it now, I reach down to start unbuckling his pants just as he reaches to do the same to mine. Once they’re both safely unclasped, I stand up to quickly push my jeans and underwear off and then I’m back on top, straddling his now naked body within seconds.

Having his bare penis rubbing up and down the inside of my folds feels like heaven on earth. If I don’t get him inside me sooner than later I’m going to fall apart right here and right now. Pulling his face up to mine, I push my mouth hard on his, wrapping our tongues together like we’re off to the races. Leaning back just enough to be able to form some words, I manage to get out, “Now, Matt. I need it now.”

“Not yet, baby,” he whispers before pushing his mouth back on mine.

What the hell!

Now pissed, I push back away from him with my hand on his chest. Giving an irritated and serious look, I tell him, “It wasn’t a question.”

Holding my butt, he picks me up and throws me back down on the bed, bringing his body over mine. “Waiting will make it that much better,” he whispers in my ear before sucking the bottom of it into his mouth. “I promise.”

I beg to differ!

While running his mouth down my neck, his hand slithers down my body and just like before, he slides his finger up in my now very wet sex with ease.

Holy hell!

Instead of using just one finger like last time, there has to be at least two or three in there now. The pressure and ache with every thrust is enough to make my body scream with pleasure. His mouth is now teasing the shit out of my nipples and I can feel his very hard dick rubbing on my leg. If I can’t have it inside of me, I at least want to feel it! Feeling confident, I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft.

So warm and smooth.

Gripping it firmly, I move my hand up and down. From the deep throaty moan that Matt lets out, I’m assuming I’m doing it correctly.

Is there really a wrong way, though?

Within seconds, our hands are moving to the same rhythm and not before long I feel the now familiar warmth rippling down my body.

“Oh, Matt,” I moan, feeling myself moving very close to climaxing.

And just like that, my body spasms free, letting go of the overwhelming sensation flooding my body as Matt’s body tenses above me and a warm fluid grazes down my leg.

Resting his head on my chest while we both catch our breaths, he gently kisses in between my breasts then looks up at me and says, “I think that might have been the best non-sex sex ever.”

Lifting my hand, I respond, “And quite possibly the messiest.”

Eww!

Giving me an apologetic look, Matt pushes back on his heels. “Shower?” he asks, nodding his head towards the door.

“Good idea.”

Chapter 18

Even though Matt and I have only spent one night together, waking up by myself in my own bed leaves a sad lonely feeling in my chest. Knowing that today is my long day of classes followed by work, I had a feeling that if I stayed last night we wouldn’t have gotten much sleep.

Although it seemed like the most logical thing to do at the time, right now I’m biting back every last word that I used to convince Matt of this. With that said, having these thoughts scares the living shit out of me. I never want to be
that
girl who needs to be surrounded by her boyfriend twenty-four seven. But, how do you tell yourself no when every ounce of your heart and soul craves every last inch of him and wanting him all day, every day, all to yourself?

How pathetic am I?

Shaking the ridiculous obsessive girlfriend thoughts aside,
because honestly, I’m going to be seeing him in just a half hour for class!
, I swing my legs off my bed, grab my robe and shower caddy then head across the hall to get ready.