A Needful Heart (11 page)

Matt snorted in laughter and looked down at
her. “I don’t know a thing about decorating. I just bought what I
liked. But yes, it was a big adjustment.”

Gina rolled her head against his bicep. “I
remember when I bought this house a few years ago. It needed work,
but I didn’t care. It was my first house and I wanted to do so much
with it. Still do.” One hand waved toward the kitchen. “I want to
renovate the kitchen next. I’ve done my bedroom and bathroom
upstairs, and I had a blast doing it. I need to landscape outside
more, too.”

“I think you’ve done a great job so far. I
liked the look of the place when I first brought you home.”

Matt’s voice rumbled deliciously beneath her
ear, and her heart warmed at his praise. “Thank you.”

They quieted down after that, and Gina
shifted to get more comfortable. Turning more on her side, she
dared to reach her arm across his flat belly. Matt was flipping
channels at the time, but he paused when she moved. It seemed to
Gina that they both held their breath for a long moment, before
they settled into one another again. Matt’s heavy arm rested
against her back, pulling her closer, and it was incredibly
arousing.

Matt stopped at a movie on HBO she had never
seen before. The story was interesting and ended up being a love
story. Gina could tell there was a love scene coming, and her heart
began to pound. Would Matt leave it on or change the channel?

He left it on. Through her own heartbeat, she
could tell he was affected as well. His breathing had accelerated,
and his arm had tightened behind her back. His hand was open, and
he was making gentle movements against her skin with his big
fingers. Gina realized her own fingers moved along the ridges of
his tight belly.

Heat began to build in Gina’s tummy. In spite
of what she’d told him earlier about remaining friends, she wanted
that deep, abiding connection with him. Matt was leery of
commitment, she got that, but she couldn’t help wanting more from
him.

Looking up at him from beneath her lashes,
she saw he was fascinated by what was on the screen. His jaw was
clenched, and his eyes were focused intently on the actors.
Glancing down, she saw the erection straining the fly of his jeans.
Wetness pooled between her legs, and her breasts tingled.

On the screen, the actors were kissing
heavily, and the man was stripping off the woman’s shirt. He
mounded her breasts with his hands and ripped away her bra.

Matt swallowed heavily and glanced at her out
of the corner of his eye.

“I, uh, think I need to turn this off,” he
mumbled. He pointed the remote at the screen. The images went
silent, and it magnified how turned on they were and the noises
they
were making.

Gina took a deep breath to try to calm
herself and was surprised when Matt jerked beside her. When she
looked up in question, Matt was staring at her breasts from beneath
lowered lids. She must have rubbed them against him.

He made a move to get up, but Gina tightened
her arm on him. “Hold on, Matt. I think we need to talk about this
a minute.”

Matt growled deep in his throat and
shuddered. “I don’t.”

Gina had a split second to decide what to do
before he pushed her away, so she moved her hand down to rest on
his erection. It was as much of a shock for her as it was for him,
and she couldn’t believe she’d actually done it.

My god, he’s huge.

Matt stilled completely and his eyes slammed
shut. Gina squeezed gently and let her fingers span his width. The
hard length made her breathing accelerate as she imagined what he
would do with all that power. Would he be an aggressive lover or a
gentle, slow lover? In her mind’s eye, she could see them making
love anywhere and everywhere, and that desire urged her to move her
hand and unbutton his fly. Matt panted as her fingers manipulated
the closure, but he let her do it. The top button gave her a bit of
problem, because she only worked with her left hand, but a sharp
tug and a gasp from Matt got it free.

Gina moved to her knees, with her casted hand
resting on the back of the couch. Matt looked at her as she
shifted, and Gina was surprised at the vulnerability she saw in his
face. The expression in his eyes was almost sad.

“Gina, you need to be sure this is what you
want,” he whispered. “I can’t promise you anything other than a
quick screw. I’m just not built for long term.”

She tried not to let the pain his words
caused show. Smiling, with the promise of sex in her eyes, she
burrowed her hand into the opening of his jeans to cradle him
gently. “One day at a time, Matt,” she reminded him.

His somber eyes stared at her for a long
minute, as if he knew she just said what he wanted to hear, but he
didn’t challenge her on it. Gina squeezed to remind him what she
was doing, and was gratified to see him swallow heavily.

Unable to help herself, she looked down at
what she held.

Matt liked plain old tighty-whiteys, which
Gina thought was endearing. His jeans were folded to the sides, and
the erection that stretched the cotton was absolutely
mouth-watering. Her hand only covered a portion of what she could
see. Her touch eminently gentle, she squeezed up the length of him
with her thumb and two fingers. At the waistband, the head of his
cock had pushed away from the restraint. Glancing at Matt for
permission, Gina tugged the tight elastic down and bared him to
view.

Gina had never seen a man as big as Matt,
even as a nurse. The depth and breadth of his body carried through
everywhere, and Gina felt a flash of worry at the thought of all
that man inside her. Quickly washing the worry away was her
stunning flash of need to hold him between her legs. She shifted
restlessly, feeling the moisture her body was releasing.

Matt watched her with narrowed eyes as she
fisted his erection and pumped her fist lightly. His chest
bellowed, and his cock flushed a lurid purple. Moisture glinted
from the slit at the tip, and Gina ran her thumb over it.

Matt’s hips surged into her hand. Gina gasped
and tightened her fist, sliding the thin outer skin along the
hardness beneath. His lips were drawn back from his teeth in a
grimace, and he stared at her as if he had never seen her
before.

Abruptly, he pulled her hand away. Twisting
in the seat, he urged her to her feet. Gina did as she was
directed, more clumsily than normal. Snapping the foot rest shut,
Matt centered her in front of him. For a long time, he didn’t do
anything but hold her there and pant. Gina’s knees quivered as she
waited. Desire rolled off of her in waves, and she knew the
slightest touch against her clit would set her off. She had had
other lovers, and been pleasured well, she thought. But Matt’s
gentle need had her more aroused than any man ever had before.

With a sigh, he rested his forehead against
her belly as if his emotions were too much for him. It was the most
natural thing in the world for Gina to burrow her fingers into his
hair and hold him to her. For several long seconds, he held her
that way, before his fingers started to flex. They rubbed against
her gently, feeling the cotton sweatpants against her skin. Raising
his head, Matt shaped his hands to her hips. Gina had never felt
more womanly, more voluptuous, than when he ran his hands gently up
and down her thighs. Those hands spanned her waist, and for the
first time Gina felt almost small. Thumbs at her hem rubbed
suggestively, before his fingers slid up her torso. He stopped at
the bottom edge of her bra, teasing.

Gina knew her eyes were dazed as she looked
down at him, wondering why he had stopped. Matt apparently needed
her to watch him as he wedged his hands beneath her underwire and
cupped her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were abraded by his
rough worker’s fingers, and Gina had never felt anything so
delicious. Even as the elastic bit into her back, the touch on her
nipples drove her hotter.

Matt moved too slowly, though. Crossing her
arms at her belly, she whipped off the shirt. A twist of her
fingers and the bra followed.

Matt’s face slackened with lust as his eyes
zeroed in on her unbound breasts, then suddenly hardened.

“I was trying to go slow for you, Gina.”

Pulling her headband off her head, she shook
her hair free. “I don’t want slow right now,” she whispered.
Deliberately, taking her courage in hand, she wedged her thumbs in
the waistband of her sweats and shoved them to the floor, along
with her soaked panties. Stepping out of them, she stood before him
proudly.

Matt lunged to his feet and pulled her to
him. He cradled her head in his broad hand and kissed her fiercely.
His other hand glided down her body to the apex of her thighs.
Teasingly, he tickled her hair for several long moments before
easing a wide finger between her lips. He glided easily, and
chuckled against her mouth at the feel of her body’s readiness.
Angling his finger upwards, he plunged it into her cunt, grinding
the heel of his hand to her clit at the same time.

Gina screamed into his mouth as she came. Her
legs spasmed, and if it hadn’t been for his other arm that
encircled her waist, she would have fallen as she panted through
her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she clutched his shirt as
aftershocks coursed through her body.

Matt removed his hand, and Gina gasped at
that last faint touch. When she looked up at him, he had a smirk on
his face that was so out of character, it made her stare. “What?”
she asked indignantly. “It’s been a while.”

His lips spread in a broad grin, and he
raised his wet finger to his mouth. He licked the tip and let his
lids fall shut as he savored the flavor.

Gina almost fainted at the look of his
unrestrained passion. The incident on the stairs was nothing
compared to the heat that had built between them in the few days
they’d been apart.

With one hand, she started to unbutton his
shirt. The little disks did not want to cooperate. Shoving her hand
underneath his shirt, she ran her hand over his pectorals and down
his abs. A slight trail of hair led her back to the head of his
weeping cock. Pushing his underwear away impatiently, Gina cradled
his testicles gently before running her hand up his length. Fisting
him, she ran her thumb over the head repeatedly. He needed to be as
off kilter as she was.

Matt suddenly groaned. Both hands reached
down to tug up his pants long enough to grab a wallet out of the
back pocket and fumble a condom out of it. As quickly as he could,
he rolled it down over himself. Hard hands then cradled her ass and
lifted her straight up as if she weighed nothing. Wedging his hips
between her thighs, he adjusted her legs around his sides. Gina
flung her arms around his massive shoulders to hang on. Matt used
their proximity to press his lips to hers again, and this time Gina
controlled the movement. Angling her mouth, she pressed and pulled
with all the enthusiasm inside her. Slipping her tongue inside, she
caressed the soft inner tissue of his mouth. She stilled completely
as she felt the tip of his cock at her sopping wet entrance.

For several endless seconds, he played in her
moisture there, taunting her with what was to come. Gina rotated
her hips in his hands, trying to reach him. Her body was demanding
another release, and his straining cock told her how very ready he
was as well.

Finally, millimeter by millimeter, he lowered
her down. Gina gasped as the head of his cock breached her gently.
He was going to stretch her beyond what she ever had been before.
Down, down he let her slide. Gina wiggled her hips, not to tease
him, but to ease his way inside her. She inhaled deeply as her
downward glide stopped, easing through the fullness. Her clit was
twitching around the fullness.

Matt seemed to be waiting for her to move
first, so Gina wiggled her hips against his, pressing kisses
against his neck, encouraging him to move. Slowly, he raised her up
his body, then let her slide down again, this time even deeper.
Gina gasped at the invasion. It was almost too much to contain. Her
body just was not used to this kind of size.

“Hold on,” Matt whispered.

Backing up, he lowered them to the couch,
with him on the bottom and she astride. Gina appreciated what he
was doing, even though it had to be straining his control. He had
put them in a position where she could control the rate of descent.
Wedging her knees to the sides of his hips, she braced her hand on
his chest and rocked forward to ease the pressure. Matt’s hands
settled to her hips and he followed her movements. Running them up
her front, he supported the weight of her breasts in his hands,
comparing their size to his palms. Rough skin kept her nipples
puckered as he massaged.

Gina raised herself up, almost disconnecting
them. Matt watched her with narrowed eyes. Tugging at the curls
hanging beside her face, he brought her face to his own.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Gina was only too happy to oblige. She wanted
it too, with a desperation that was unfamiliar to her. She also
started to move, because her body had accepted his and demanded
satisfaction. Bouncing gently, she set up a rhythm that she could
maintain while they continued to kiss.

Again, though, it just wasn’t enough. Sitting
up, she changed the direction and intensity of his entrance, making
him sink even deeper into her body, and it was almost too much. Her
cunt strained to accommodate him.

Matt grew impatient. Guiding her hips with
his hands, he braced his hips up as she sank down, forcing her to
take all of him. Gina cried out as pleasure twanged through her
along with the discomfort. Raising herself, she let Matt slam her
down again as he surged up.

Their tempo increased until it was all they
could do to stay on the couch. Shoving the coffee table aside, Matt
rolled them over onto the floor. Gina moaned as he hit a new
pleasure spot and hiked her legs around his hips to encourage him
to speed up. Matt didn’t need any more incentive. Already his body
had begun to lose the rhythm it had maintained for several long
minutes. Gina snugged her arms around his neck and bit into his
salty skin, not marking, but pinching.