Chelsea’s eyes were still closed when she felt that warm, wetness travel south. His tongue ran down between her breasts, down her stomach and finished just above her smooth mound. She felt his fingers gently pull her matching pink panties away before he took an agonizing lick. A moan caught in her throat, her hands threaded through his blond hair. She felt him begin to slide the panties from her body, the soft material slipping over her skin like water. Then he was back between her legs again, his eager mouth licking her pussy without restraint. She arched up from the bed, pulling his face in closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath mixing in with the even strokes of his tongue. A moan slipped from between her lips as he flattened his tongue and ran it over her clit. Shudders passed through her. In her belly she felt the familiar rushing of her building orgasm. Still holding onto his hair she rode her orgasm out, her pussy grinding against his mouth as if she couldn’t get enough of the wonderful feeling.
Her eyes opened in time to see his muscular body raise up. He wiped his mouth with his arm, the look in his eyes said he wasn’t nearly finished. She watched, still panting, as he stepped off of the bed and slipped his hands inside of his boxers. He took his time sliding them off, both teasing her and giving her time to recover. Chelsea let out a small groan as his cock was freed from his boxers, the head glistening with precum. A hand wrapped around her ankle. Matthew pulled her to the side of the bed, pushed her legs back until he had open access to her dripping pussy.
Chelsea could see the savage look in his eyes. She knew he wouldn’t go easy on her. The head of his cock was rubbing against her wetness, gathering it up so he could thrust into her more easily. As he pushed himself inside of her she let out a long, low moan. She could feel every inch of him push in bit by bit. When he was settled, his balls resting against her ass, he began to thrust. She gripped his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her, every movement heaven and torture. The sound of her moans began to fill the room, until his deep moans joined them.
Chelsea was fighting against his hold, the pleasure too much for her body to handle. Matthew laughed as he thrust away in contentment. Her fingers dug into his skin, she knew there’d be fine, red lines later. Chelsea caught herself moaning out his name over and over. He was pushing himself in deeper, rubbing against her spot. She tossed her head from right to left unable to keep still. Matthew’s hands left the mattress. Instead, he rested his hands on her arms, pinning her against the mattress. He knew her to well, she thought. She was about to back up, run away a bit from the mounting pleasure that was taking control of her.
Her voice came out in halting, stuttered breaths. She gazed at Matthew and he looked back at her. Chelsea knew he was just as turned on as she was. Inside of her pussy, his cock twitched and throbbed. She could tell from the way he was tensing up that he wouldn’t last much longer. Chelsea stopped fighting the mounting pleasure and gave in to it. Their moans melted together as she came on his cock. He filled her with warm cum before he leaned forward, his body resting on hers.
“Matthew?” She said softly.
“Yes, babe?”
“You’re crushing me,” she said with a laugh.
*****
Freshly showered, her hair piled on top of her head, Chelsea slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Matthew was sitting in front of the television in a pair of boxers, a box of Chinese takeout by his side. A pair of chopsticks stuck out of the top, so she guessed he was finally full. As she walked over to the couch to slip on her flip flops, Matthew grabbed her hips.
“Where are you going all dolled up?” He asked.
“Dolled up? I’m in denim and a plain top. If you think this is dolled up, you’re going to die at our wedding.”
He grinned as he pressed his face against her belly. “So, where are you going?”
“Sangi’s,” she said knowing his response.
Matthew groaned. “Why?”
“Drinks. And we need to discuss the wedding, she is my maid of honor,” Chelsea paused before she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, Sangi wants to know if she can come to your parents this weekend. I told her I wasn’t sure…” she trailed off.
“No way! This is a family thing.”
“So, none of your friends will be there?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well….”
“Exactly. Besides, if she went I might actually feel more comfortable about the whole thing.”
He sighed. “Fine. Are your parents coming too?”
“Friday is no good and mama works doubles on Saturday. Maybe Sunday though. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen them too.”
Chelsea leaned down and kissed him. His mouth was soft against hers. She felt his strong hands sliding down her hips, his fingers slipping between her thighs. She slapped his hand playfully.
“I’ll be back soon. You don’t have to wait up,” she said as she grabbed her car keys. “I love you.”