It couldn't have been better

Anastasia James

I told him.

Oh, how I hate that!

If only I hadn't warned him, fine, but I did. I warned him that the gas station was on the other side, and what did he do? He ignored me! Now we are here, at the end of the world, having to sleep in a motel! Seriously, I thought my state of decay had already reached its limit, but apparently I can go even deeper, can't I? At least I was able to dry my clothes, had a deliciously hot shower, and had no cold symptoms.

Matthew said that I could sleep if I was tired, and I really wanted to, but I cannot. Before it was because of the rain, which was still falling outside, but now… I don't know. I just can't. I'm lying on this giant bed that fits ten Anastasias, staring at a random spot in the dark.

It has been hours since he left to put gas in the motorcycle. What is taking so long?

As soon as I thought about it, I heard the sound of the key in the lock and held my breath. What if it's not Matt? What if it's some pervert coming into my room and I… No. Stop it, Anastasia. This is not the time to imagine horrible scenarios, which, although they are kind of possible, are not going to happen.

I pressed my lips together and squeezed the thick quilt in my hands, waiting for any hint that it was Matthew to reassure me. I heard the door slam and the key turn in the lock, indicating that it was being locked, and also heavy footsteps through the room. After that, nothing but silence.

I waited for some other movement, but nothing happened, so in a surge of courage I decided to see what it was. I pushed the thick bedspreads aside and put my feet on the wooden floor, walking slowly so as not to make too much noise. As soon as I stopped at the door, my whole body relieved itself to see that it was really Matt. He was sitting on the couch, his head resting on the backrest.

Thanks to the dim light of the lamp on the wooden table – which I had made sure to leave on so that there would be no surprises in the darkness – I could see that at least Matt was alive. His chest was slowly rising and falling, despite his motionless body.

Suddenly, just after my thought, his body simply fell to the side, crashing into the sofa. I didn't think twice and ran to him.

“Matthew!?” I exclaimed, but he didn't respond, so I forced my left hand to grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and thus look me in the eye.

He blinked a few times, casting those greenish-brown eyes at me, but soon sat down abruptly on the couch and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Are you okay?” I decided to ask, since he seemed a little airborne, I sat down on the edge of the couch. “You look weird.” I said with narrowed eyes, trying to decipher his gaze, which was fixed on the couch. “Do you happen to have a fever?”

I made mention of checking his temperature, but almost immediately, he grabbed my hand in the air, making my eyes widen. I could tell his muscles were tense, but before I could even question or pull away, he simply grabbed my other hand and lay down on the couch, lifting me up with him.

I remained motionless. I was literally on top of him, just staring at him, and Matthew was no longer holding me, just staring back at me. I concluded that he was crazy – or just annoying me as usual – so I decided to get out of there and go back to sleep. He's fine, and I worried about nothing.

However, as soon as I sat up, I felt something take shape just below me, making my mind finally snap. I rolled my eyes and covered my mouth with my hands, completely paralyzed.

Matthew looked at my face for a moment and then sat down on the couch. I didn't move, because I knew that any movement would…well, complicate things further downstairs, so I just followed him with my gaze. There was an amused smile on Matt's face as he removed my hands from my mouth. His gaze took on a darker tone, almost completely erasing the green tone, as his hand touched my face. It was quite warm compared to my skin, but my body, which had previously been tense, automatically relaxed at his touch, which allowed me to feel this… thing underneath me even more. Involuntarily, I tried to squeeze my legs, which were on either side of Matthew's body, and heard him sigh.

Our gazes met, and I could see how his eyes twinkled as they analyzed my face. I shifted my eyes to his lips, and my heart did a flip-flop as the desire to move on them hit me.

I don't know if Matthew noticed or is feeling the same way I am, but he brought his face even closer to mine so that our noses touched, and our breaths became one. Suddenly I felt completely enveloped by it. My eyes wanted to close, and although I was in an internal struggle to get out of there, I simply pushed away that annoying little voice and took action: I eliminated any distance between us.

And, amazingly, I was kissed back.

It was a slow kiss, without much heat, but our mouths seemed to fit together perfectly, in a unique rhythm. Matt moved his hands down my arms, around my waist, where he gave them a good squeeze, to finally place them on my ass. There he began to force my hips downward in an effort to get more contact, which made me involuntarily lean forward, moaning through his lips as he found a very satisfying spot between my legs.

A warmth hit me, more specifically in my lower abdomen, which made us not only intensify our kiss, but I simply began to stir on Matt's lap. There was a tingling sensation that built up every time I found the exact spot between us, and it was making me want to rip off my own clothes more and more.

I started to roll faster and faster over Matt's lap, and he interrupted the kiss. When I looked at him, I realized that his frown was furrowed and his mouth was hanging open. I only knew he was enjoying it when he rolled his eyes and a hoarse sound escaped from his throat.

I ended up letting a groan escape at that sight.

“I had other plans, but damn…” He said as he lay back on the couch. “Just get on with it.”

And that's what I did.

Not only because he asked – or rather, practically ordered – but because it was so good for me too. So I dedicated myself even more to moving over him.

I seized the moment and slid my hands along his torso, feeling the heat emanating from his tanned skin. I don't know if it's because of what we're doing or if the dim light is helping, but damn! Why does Matthew have to be so attractive? Just look at the expression on his face! He looks like he's been sculpted by the gods, and it just makes me want to moan and groan.

That tingle reached me again, and all I did was rub even harder against Matt's cock, which was so stiff and marked by his jeans that I could almost feel it pulsating underneath me. I am so sensitive and wet, I am sure I need a shower after all this here.

“I will…” Matt bit his lower lip and rolled his eyes. “Damn, Ana.”

That just prodded me.

I rested my hands on his torso and closed my eyes tightly, just giving myself over to all that mixed sensation. My breathing was completely irregular, and I could feel a little sweat collecting on my forehead, but that wasn't important right now.

I opened my mouth in a perfect “O”, ecstatic with all the pleasure, but was unable to make a sound as I rolled over frantically. I felt the muscles in Matt's legs tense as a strong wave of pleasure hit me, along with that tingling sensation. A guttural sound escaped my lips, making me startle myself, while at the same time making me feel liberated.

I kept moving over Matt's lap and a few spasms spread through my body in the form of goose bumps, so I curled up and fell onto Matthew's chest, which was rising and falling with speed. He didn't say anything, but the caress he was distributing along my back with his right hand was telling me a lot.

“I can't believe you made me cum in my panties.”

I was exhausted, and my eyes closed, but I ended up laughing at what he said.

Yeah, I did. Matt and I gave each other pleasure in the most unimaginable way possible, but yeah, we did.

My first orgasm… Wow.

I don't know how ironic it’s that this happened just with Matthew, but I must say it couldn't have been better.