A Needful Heart (12 page)

Matt groaned and lunged, curling himself
around her body as much as he could. Gina screamed as climax pushed
her over the edge again. Her body twitched and danced in his arms
as he continued to slam himself into her. The undulations of her
orgasm finished him. Stalling out above her, teeth bared, muscles
straining, he spasmed into her body, yelling out. It took him a
long time to stop convulsing, but Gina held him to her
strongly.

Finally, the tension left his body and he
melted into her. If she hadn’t been post-orgasm, his big body would
have been too much for her, but as it was, he was just right. She
ran her hand over his sweaty back beneath his shirt and down his
flanks, making lazy, loving patterns. Her body still hummed with
pleasure. His still felt as hard as when they’d started. When he
shifted, all those slowing neurons started to hum again.

Matt lifted his head and looked down at her
in concern. “God, I’m so sorry,” he shook his head as he braced
himself up on his elbows. “I just lost it there at the end, and I
couldn’t stop. I had to have hurt you.”

He started to withdraw, concerned, and Gina
clamped her feet around his butt, holding him to her.

“Now hold on a minute,” she told him.

Matt flinched above her when she moved, and
hardened inside her even more. Gina laughed in enjoyment as she
clenched the muscles deep inside her body, dragging a groan from
him.

“If I’m sore, I’ll let you know. You didn’t
do anything wrong, Matt. On the contrary.” She flexed her hips up
into his. “I enjoyed everything we just did. And everything we’re
about to do.”

He searched her eyes for truth, and Gina gave
it to him. She
had
enjoyed every second of their being
together. Yes, she would probably be sore, and have rug burn on her
ass, but she’d worry about it later.

Matt reluctantly took her word. Surging into
her carefully, as if he couldn’t help himself, he closed his eyes.
Gina cradled his face in her hands and kissed him gently.

“I love how you make me feel,” she
whispered.

Matt clenched his jaw at her words and surged
into her deeper. God. How did he know she meant what she said?
Maybe it was just words, platitudes. No. It was possible for a
woman to fake an orgasm, but he would bet his best hammer that Gina
hadn’t. Her body had moved in ways that couldn’t be controlled.

She was wet when you touched her
. That
was arousal.

Wrenching himself away, he used a napkin to
dispose of the used condom and dug for a second in his discarded
wallet. There was another, thank God, and he rolled it on quickly.
He leaned over her and met her eyes. The need he thought he saw
there humbled him. When he tried to look away, she held his face
with her hands and arched her hips up into his erection.

Matt glided back into her, but kept his upper
body still so that she could continue to hold his face. The touch
was so foreign to him. Even when the cast brushed against him
occasionally, it still felt better than anything he’d ever felt
before.

And she tasted as good as she smelled. The
touching of mouths and tongues had always deterred him before, and
he had never gotten the urge to prolong it with the few women he
had been with. Sinking himself into Gina the way he was, though,
was pleasure in the extreme, and when they kissed, it bound them
together even more sharply. Her mouth was sweeter than anything he
had ever tasted. And he had no desire to leave.

Gina raised her legs around his hips,
clasping him strongly as she tilted her pelvis up into his cock.
Matt pulled away from her mouth to groan into her hair as he rocked
into her, harder and harder. Gina panted sweetly into his neck and
did some kind of wiggle thing with her hips. Pushing himself to his
arms, Matt pounded into her. Gina pulled her knees to her chest,
narrowing the point of contact between them to her pussy accepting
his cock. Matt almost came from the new position, but forced
himself to plow on in spite of the burning in his balls. With sweat
pouring off of him, he pistoned into her until he felt the sweet
clutch of her orgasm rock through her. Tossing her head, she let
out a high-pitched moan. With a bellow, Matt gave himself up to the
desperate need that drove him and felt his body gather itself in a
surge, before releasing in a torrent.

Gina panted with him as he came, and held him
strongly as he convulsed over top of her. Muscles quivering, Matt
lowered himself to his elbows and rested his forehead against the
rug at her shoulder as he gulped in air.

Thought escaped him as he tried to regain
control of his emotions, cradled in her arms. She had absolutely
destroyed him.

They lay there for several long minutes,
until Gina shifted slightly. Matt lifted away and looked for signs
that he had hurt her. But she was smiling as if she had just won
the lottery.

“That was wonderful, Matt, but I think I need
to get up.”

Matt reluctantly pulled out of her and backed
up to give her room. His eyes fell on her glistening folds, and his
breath stalled in his lungs. She was soaked, and there was a dark
spot below her on the rug. As she sat up, moisture dribbled down
her ass cheeks to widen the spot.

Following his gaze, she laughed. “I think I
need a shower.”

She climbed to her feet and stepped over his
sprawled legs. Matt watched the flex of her thighs and traced the
line of her butt with his eyes. His stomach tightened with
resignation at the thought of going to his cold and empty house and
leaving her here. Not being able to touch her again. Not being able
to smell her peaches and cream hair. As she rounded the couch, he
forced himself to stare straight ahead. Yeah, they had had fun
together, but it didn’t mean she wanted him to stay.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let myself out.” When he
looked up, she stood at the threshold, with one hand on the trim.
Light from the foyer made her hair shine in shades of gold and
brown.

“Oh, okay.” She frowned. “I was going to ask
if you could help me with the shower, but if you need to get home,
that’s okay.”

Matt wanted to kick himself in the ass. She
wasn’t asking him to leave. He pushed to his feet and crossed the
room to her. She looked down at his cock and flushed pink. She
curled her toes into the carpet.

With a bright smile, she looked back up as he
drew near. “I want you to know I had a great evening with you. And
I guess--,”

Matt didn’t let her finish. “I’ll help you
with your shower.”

For a moment, her smile slipped away, but
then it was replaced by something more true. “I was hoping you
would.”

Grasping his hand in hers, she led him up the
stairs.

Matt had never been up here before, but he
couldn’t drag his eyes away from Gina’s pear shape to take anything
in. He looked up long enough to avoid a couple of doorjambs, but
then his gaze was drawn right back to her ass. When she stopped and
bent over in front of him to dig underneath a cupboard, he felt
himself harden yet again. Turning with a smile, Gina held a small
trash bag out to him to tie around her arm. Almost immediately, her
eyes dropped to his lengthening erection.

“Oh, my,” she whispered.

Matt felt himself flush. It wasn’t everyday a
woman was impressed with his body. Actually, it was going on five
years now since he had even been with anybody. Once he’d seen Gina,
every other woman had paled.

Gina struggled to raise her gaze to his, and
when she did, she blushed. “Sorry.”

Shoving the bag at him, she turned her head
to stare at the wall. Matt bundled her arm and twisted the excess
plastic to tuck it underneath itself. “There you go.”

Gina headed into the bathroom. Matt heard the
shower start and wondered if there was enough room for him to slip
in with her. Gina must have read his mind, because she peeked
around the door and motioned him in with her good hand.

Matt’s heart and cock both warmed as he
followed her inside.

Gina was beside herself with pleasure. Matt’s
soapy hands glided up and down her body, slowly and thoroughly. At
the top of the sweep, he would massage her breasts, her chest, and
down her arms. At the bottom, he would swirl over her belly, into
her pubic hair and around her thighs. Then he would swing out and
shape the contours of her butt and up her back.

Gina had never felt so cared for. The first
time with a man was awkward and embarrassing. Body issues had to be
overcome. But there was none of that hesitation with Matt. She
could tell by the way he watched her move and touched her that he
thought she looked beautiful.

For a minute downstairs, she had thought he
was going to leave. It had hurt her heart. If she hadn’t seen the
flash of resignation in his eyes, she would not have issued the
request for the shower. She was so glad he had stayed.

Matt acted as if he had never felt another
woman this way before.

Surely she couldn’t be his first?

No, he knew too much about actually pleasing
a woman.

She was loathe to interrupt the full-body
massage, but the questions were eating her from the inside out.

Gina turned to face him in the stall while
the shower pounded at her back. She raised her cast to rest at the
top of the stall door.

Matt didn’t stop the massage, he just
centered in on her breasts, with the hard nipples he was
deliberately keeping aroused. Gina sighed as his big hands lifted
and pressed her breasts together and let her eyes fall closed.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

“It does,” he agreed, voice deep with desire.
There was no missing the erection he was sporting. When he’d
stepped into the bathroom with her and shucked his shirt, it had
been all she could do to close her mouth. The man’s body was more
defined than any she’d ever seen before.

“Do you do this for all the ladies you’re
with?”

His gentle hands paused for a split second,
then glided on. “Not hardly.”

Gina forced her eyes open to look at his
face. “You don’t? I find that difficult to believe.”

Matt snorted and shook his head. “I haven’t
been with that many women.”

Her eyes widened at his unexpected candor,
and she nodded slightly. “I did wonder.”

Matt’s features fell into a frown, and he
shrugged. His hands fell away from her body, and he grabbed a bar
of soap off the shower caddy, avoiding her eyes. “I just never got
into dating. It seemed too…iffy.”

Gina felt her jaw slacken. He’d never been on
a date.

She must have spoken out loud, because his
eyes flashed to hers in the splashing water. Swiping a hand over
his face, he shook his head again. “Nope. Not really.”

Water landed in her open mouth, but Gina was
beyond feeling it. He had never been on a date. She was
floored.

“How old are you?”

Matt looked more uncomfortable by the minute.
“Thirty two.”

Gina blinked and looked down at the drain to
hide her face. Emotions ricocheted through her like crazy. Had he
never met anyone to go out with? Surely, in his line of work, he
ran into unattached women here and there. Or maybe…

When she looked up, he must have read the
question on her face.

“No, I don’t like men. I just--” he shrugged
those broad shoulders, and stared at her earnestly, “--never wanted
to get into a situation like my parents had. Rick beat my mother,
all the time. I remember that, even though I was little. I never
saw one nice word pass between them. When I was old enough, I just
avoided all that crap.”

The water was beginning to cool, but she was
too interested in the conversation to care.

“So, you’ve been with women before, I mean,
for sex at least.”

Matt nodded and slicked a hand over his
dripping head. “You’d be surprised how little conversation is
needed when you meet someone in a bar.”

Gina absorbed the words, and all they
inferred. Basically, he screwed women, but didn’t get emotionally
attached. At all. A chill swept over her, and she knew it wasn’t
from the water. Doing a last rinse, she glided the glass door back
and stepped out onto her towel. Running it up her legs, she wrapped
it around herself, tugged the trash-bag off her arm and walked out
of the bathroom to get dressed.

Matt walked out a few minutes later, but Gina
was already dressed in fresh sweats and sitting on the corner of
the bed. She didn’t know how to proceed. Looking at him standing
there in just a towel, with water running down his hard-angled
chest, it was hard to tell her body that he wasn’t available. Gina
loved sex, but generally every relationship she had been in, there
had been some vague hope for something permanent. The men she was
with were usually of the same mind, kind of wanting to settle down,
but not knowing exactly what they were looking for. When they
didn’t match up, they parted on friendly terms.

Matt seemed to understand her dilemma because
he sat down on the bed beside her. They were far enough away that
they weren’t touching, but close enough that the steamy scent of
her body soap on him tantalized her. He sat with his masculine
knees spread, hands folded between them.

“I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, to
a hooker Rick hired.”

Gina gasped and turned to look at him.
“Fourteen?” she repeated. No. He’d just been a baby.

Matt shrugged, and the tips of his ears
turned red. “Rick thought I needed to know, but he didn’t want to
explain it to me.”

The situation was beginning to clear. He had
been raised into anonymous sex, so it’s what he’d continued.

“I’m not a hooker,” she blurted.

Matt turned his head to look at her, and Gina
was struck by the sadness in his eyes. “No, you’re not. And you
don’t deserve to be treated like one. I just…”