Chapter 8
Matthew opened the door, pushing it open so Chelsea could walk in front of him. As she did, she was in awe. In the short time that they’d been down at the water, the room had been transformed. There were rose petals on the bed and floor. A rich, sweet vanilla smell drifted through the room. Electric candles flickered almost making them look real. She turned to Matthew.
“This is so beautiful, thank you.”
He ran a hand over his hair. “I did the best I could. They didn’t want real candles in the bungalow, all of the wood, you know?”
Chelsea laid her hands on his chest before she placed a kiss on his mouth. She sunk into him, letting herself enjoy the long lingering movements of his tongue against hers. His hands slipped down her sides, graced her hips before finally resting on her round ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze making her moan into his mouth. Slowly, she pulled away.
“I’ll be right back.”
Chelsea disappeared into the bathroom with her smaller bag in her hand. She dressed in lacy, white lingerie. The top was a corset that pushed her breasts out. There was a lacy,white thong, stockings and a garter belt too. She’d let her hair curl in waves to her shoulders. Smiling at her reflection, she slipped on a little lipstick and her heels before walking back out into the bedroom slowly.
When Matthew looked up, his eyes went wide. She could see him taking in every inch of her, wanting every part of her. She grinned. As if in a trance he walked to her and held her hands.
“You look, beautiful.”
Chelsea grinned before she led him over to the bed. He’d already stripped down to his boxers so she slowly slipped them off of him. She sat on her knees between his legs, letting Matthew drink in the way she looked. His cock was already hard in her slender hands. She leaned forward, let her warm breath wash over his cock. She saw the tremble, heard the caught breath. She smiled, excitement traveling down to her already wet pussy.
Tentatively she traced her tongue along the head of his cock, the taste of his precum delicious on her lips. She gave her lips a lick, looked up at him as she lowered her head. She teased his cock, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, twirling her tongue, alternating between fast and slow licks. She flattened her tongue, ran it over his balls before she slipped one and then the other into her mouth, sucking gently. He was holding onto the blanket on the bed, gasping and moaning. Chelsea ran her tongue back up to the head of his cock, slipped it inside in one go. She moaned as it hit the back of her throat sending spasms down his legs. She worked her mouth up and down his cock, savoring the feel of him passing through her lips repeatedly.
When he couldn’t take her constant attention, he slowly slipped her mouth off of his cock before pushing her into the mattress. He didn’t remove her panties, he ripped them off. The fabric breaking against her skin made her moan. Matthew pushed her legs apart, ran his tongue over her pussy. He trailed his fingers through her juices, used them to slip two fingers inside of her. She moaned, her back arching from the bed as he flicked her clit before sucking on it gently.
Chelsea’s moans seemed to turn him on even more. The speed of his fingers inside of her warmth picked up, pushing against her spot until she was a mess of nerves and moaning. He pressed his thumb against her clit, worked it in circles until she was in a frenzy of pleasure. Her legs trembled, her fingers slipping into his golden hair. He groaned as her fingers tightened and relaxed around his hair. She was begging him to fuck her, to stick his cock in her, her words running together causing him to grin.
Matthew climbed on top of her, the look in her eyes filled with so much lust he felt his cock twitch excitedly. Slowly, he pushed his way inside of her. He would slip every inch in, then slip it back out, repeating the slow process until Chelsea was on the verge of pushing him down and taking him. As if he’d seen it in her eyes, he pinned her arms down to the mattress. Her breathing was low and heavy as he teased her.
“Please,” she begged, “please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me!”
Matthew grinned, but he shared her thoughts. He wanted her in the worst way and he was doing nothing but teasing himself too at this point. He pushed his cock back inside of her, filling her up. His hand slipped under her back, held onto her shoulders to let him go in even deeper. Her legs automatically wrapped around his back, the cool material of her heels resting against the hot skin of his back. Matthew worked his hips in small circles, every movement making Chelsea’s wet pussy clench around him. His mouth found hers, his tongue invading her mouth both rough, but sweet. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her lips. The sound of their moaning filled the space to bursting.
Matthew placed her legs on his shoulders before he pushed himself up on his hands. He picked up the speed of his thrusting, sweat dripping from his body as he concentrated on hers. She opened her eyes and kept them on his as his thrusting became harder inside her body. It was Chelsea’s turn to grip the blankets as pleasure washed over her, clearing her head of any thought, but the connection they had at that moment. He gave one final thrust as her orgasm overpowered her. She couldn’t stop the cry that had gathered in her throat as he spilled his cum inside of her. Spent, he rolled off of her. They laughed before he kissed her mouth softly before gathering her up in his arms. They fell asleep to the sound of water slapping against the bungalow.
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