A Needful Heart (15 page)

Gabe nodded and disappeared into the dark.
They heard yelling from the house when the boy disappeared inside,
but not so much that they needed to call the police. Gina chewed on
her fingernail until she saw Gabe’s bedroom light flash on
upstairs.

Matt had worked through the afternoon, and he
stood at the porch railing beside her.

“I’m done,” he told her quietly.

Gina tried to be happy and made appreciative
noises when she looked at the stairway, but inside she was
desperately sad, almost to the point of tears. Matt now had no
legitimate reason to come to her house. The work was done. And with
as much time as he had spent with her, she had a feeling his other
work had suffered.

She had one more weekend with him, and she
had a suspicion he would try to fade out of her life after
that.

Gentle hands settled on her shoulders from
behind, and she allowed herself to lean back against the hardness
of his chest.

“You okay?” His voice rumbled at her
back.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She cleared her throat
deliberately and snugged her bottom into his groin. “I think you
were about to do something earlier, and we got interrupted.”

Matt clasped her hips with his hands and
pulled her even tighter into the erection growing between them. His
stubbled jaw burrowed into her hair, pressing kisses to her nape
and sending goose bumps across her skin. She gasped at the
sensation and then moaned, letting her hair fall forward.

One of Matt’s hands left her hip and burrowed
beneath her sweatshirt to rest against her satin-clad belly. He ran
his fingers over the fabric several times. “I’ve never felt
anything as soft as your skin in this. I need to see.”

And Gina needed to show him. She jogged up
the stairs and tugged him behind her. Just inside her bedroom
doorway, she stripped off the sweatshirt, then turned to face
him.

He paused in the doorway and drank her in.
Swaying her hips, she pushed the bottoms down to her feet and
kicked them away.

For a long time, Matt didn’t say anything,
and it actually made Gina a little self-conscious. She moved to
cross her arms, but he stopped her. He swallowed heavily.

“Don’t you dare cover yourself. I’ve just
never seen anything so beautiful. What is that thing you have
on?”

She laughed, even as her heart ached. Nobody
had ever worn anything like it for him, apparently. “It’s a
teddy.”

Matt’s eyes never left her body as he kicked
off his heavy boots and jeans and ripped his t-shirt over his head.
Gina caught her breath as she watched those incredible muscles
flex. She’d been with other men, but nobody had ever turned her on
the way Matt did. Watching his body shift was poetry in motion, and
moisture pooled between her thighs. She knew what was coming and
she welcomed it.

The underwear stayed on, which frustrated her
a little. She wanted to see all of him--every last, glorious
inch.

Matt stepped forward and raised his hands to
her breasts. The satin merged into lace at the cups of the teddy
and left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were hard as
stones, and so very needy as they rubbed against the fabric. Matt
took the weight of her breasts into his hands, and squeezed the
tender tips with thumb and forefinger. Gina moaned and pressed
against him harder. Her hips moved forward, searching for a place
to rest, but Matt shifted away, not letting her touch his
erection.

His mouth settled on hers, and he teased her
lips with the tip of his tongue. Gina swallowed him down. She
needed to merge with him as much as she physically could. Matthew
Calvin was like a drug to her. Kissing him was precious, and he
used every subtle move he’d learned with her. Nothing could match
the intimacy of kissing.

Gina had to revise that sentiment as he
settled his hips gently against hers. His cock was pushing out from
beneath the underwear elastic, searching for a place to nestle. She
reached down long enough to position it straight up between them,
then began to undulate her hips into the hardness. Matt moaned and
clasped her hips in his hands, grinding against her soft belly.

Her breath tightened in her throat as she
accepted the assault. If he moved her hips just a fraction of an
inch, he would bump her clit, and at that moment, there was nothing
more important.

Backing toward the bed, she gave him a look
from beneath her bangs and leaned down to unsnap the crotch of the
teddy. Her fingers quivered and she gasped when she bumped herself.
She was so ready!

As Gina climbed onto the bed, Matt stripped
off his underwear and tossed them away. He ripped open a condom and
rolled it over his length. Even as she moved, his gazed stayed
firmly on the opening she had revealed. He waited long enough for
her to lie down on the bed and he crawled over top of her.

They reached for each other and Gina
automatically spread her legs to nestle him between them. Matt was
one of the biggest men she’d ever seen, broad and strong, heavy,
but as he settled on top of her, he felt perfectly right. Emotion
clogged her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It
would be very easy to love him.

Who was she kidding? She already did.

One week of being the center of his gentle
attention and she wanted it for a lifetime.

Instinctively, she knew Matt would freak if
she spoke the words, so she tried to tell him with her body.
Tilting her hips up, she angled to work him into her body, but he
wasn’t ready to give in. He glided his hands down her sides,
shaping the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip. He did it
several times, apparently fascinated by the way her body felt in
the negligee. Lowering his mouth, he closed it over her lace
covered nipple.

Gina arched into the hot suction of his
mouth, lost to sensation. When he mounded her breasts together and
alternated between her nipples, she thought she was going to have
to stop him. The sensation was too much. Fluid was flowing freely
from her cunt, and she thought if she really let herself go she
could come just from the touch of his mouth on her breast. Her clit
was already flexing, searching for some kind of contact to bring on
orgasm.

Matt shifted and lowered his head to rest
against her belly. Gina was curious at the move, but burrowed her
fingers into his thick hair and held him to her. ‘I love you’ was
on the tip of her tongue, but she forced it back. He moved subtly,
and she realized he was rubbing his whiskered cheek against the
fabric of her teddy.

“I’ve never felt anything so soft,” he
murmured.

Gina hummed in her throat and promised
herself she would go shopping for more things like this to make him
happy.

Matt lifted his head and shifted until he was
braced over top of her. He looked down at her for a long time, not
saying anything, just tracing his eyes over every bit of her face.
She smiled at him gently, raising her lips to his. She wondered if
he was as emotionally overwhelmed as she was, but she was afraid to
ask.

He whispered his mouth over hers for several
long minutes, and Gina was amazed at how gentle he was. Opening her
lips, she let him consume her. Nobody had ever taken the time to
pleasure her the way he was now. When he reached down to tickle her
wet curls, her heart began to pound. Pressing gently, he massaged
her plump lips, but didn’t slip inside. He ground the heel of his
hand against her fleshy mound, and it was just enough to snap her
into orgasm. Gasping against his neck, she convulsed beneath him
with a high, keening moan.

That was when he slid inside her.

Rather than being too much, his hardness was
just enough to prolong the torture. Matt moved slowly, but
strongly, plunging into her as deeply as he could. Gina lifted her
legs up over his hips, deepening the contact. He gasped in her ear
and surged harder, again clasping her satin covered hips in his
hands. Contracting her muscles, she encouraged him to move
harder.

Matt groaned in her ear as his arousal
crescendoed. Fumbling, his lips found hers, and they breathed each
other in as their pleasure consumed them.

Gina actually thought she was going to pass
out from the orgasm that lit her from the inside out. Spots danced
in front of her eyes, and her breath clogged her throat. Matt
groaned loud and long, arching sharply above her. For several
heart-stopping moments, he convulsed before sagging to rest on top
of her. The force of his heart pounding was enough to make the bed
shake.

She ran her hand down his sweat-slicked back
and pressed kisses to the wetness of his neck. Tightening her inner
muscles, she tried to keep his hardness within her.

Matt laughed when she clenched around him.
“Do that again.”

She did and flexed her hips just a bit, even
with his heavy weight on top of her. Matt responded by surging into
her again, weakly.

“We’ll have to explore that more later.”

With a final, reluctant kiss, he rolled off
the bed to pad to the bathroom. When he returned, the condom was
gone and he was heavy-eyed. He settled next to her and straightened
the teddy over her stomach.

“I’ve seen these things in magazines and
stuff, but I never realized they were so hot.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He plopped down on the bed beside her and
folded his arms behind his head. He was still completely naked, but
he seemed very unconcerned with his nudity. She leaned over and
blew gently against his still damp penis. The sensitive skin
tightened and then relaxed. “I don’t think you’re going to get
anything out of him for a while. He’s worked pretty hard
today.”

Gina grinned up at him and shifted to lie
against his chest. “Very hard. I’ll give him a break.”

Matt lowered his right arm to circle around
her back and pulled her tighter to his side. She nestled her head
into the dip of his shoulder and ran her palm down his abdomen. She
teased the trail of hair with her fingers, ruffling it lightly. An
indentation in his skin made her pause. “Is this a scar?”

He was quiet above her for a long time.
“Yeah.”

“What from? It’s an odd shape.”

This time he was quiet for a longer stretch
of time, and Gina had a feeling she had just shoved her foot in her
mouth.

“Cigarette,” he answered finally.

Her stomach clenched sickeningly.
“Cigarette?” she whispered.

Matt’s ribcage expanded beneath her as he
sighed. “Yep. One of Rick’s many and varied punishments.”

Gina clenched her jaw and clamped her eyes
shut. She would not cry. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s all right. There are a few more around
the side, so don’t freak out when you feel them. And some scars on
my back.”

She tightened her arm around him and
swallowed heavily. It broke her heart that his childhood had been
so harsh. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had gone
through.

As a child, she had been loved and coddled.
Anything she’d wanted, she’d gotten. Discipline had been taking
treats away, or at the very most a light swat on the behind.
Certainly never anything more harsh than that.

The total aloneness he must have felt back
then had to have been brutal. “Didn’t anybody try to help you?”

Air expanded his chest as he sighed deeply.
“One neighbor lady tried to help out, but Rick scared her so bad
one day she never came back. If she reported me to Children’s
Services, I never knew about it. It wasn’t until years later that
they started to investigate.”

Anger and confusion battled in her mind,
followed quickly by protectiveness. The man was probably
two-hundred thirty pounds, but she wanted to stand up and scream at
the world on his behalf. And she couldn’t. He could take care of
himself, now, obviously, but she wanted to right the unjustness of
his childhood. “I wish I had been there,” she told him finally. “I
would have done everything in my power to get you out of
there.”

Matt didn’t say anything for a long time,
just squeezed her tighter to his side. “Thanks, Gina.”

She stared into the darkness for a long time,
thinking. Matt’s breathing deepened until he fell asleep, but his
arm stayed tight around her. After an hour of staring at nothing,
Gina got up and went to the bathroom. She peeked through the blinds
over at Gabe’s house, but he was surely long in bed. The window was
dark. She felt guilty that she hadn’t checked on him earlier, but
things had been a little hectic. Even in the darkness, she could
feel her face warm. Other things had definitely been on her
mind.

Matt shifted to his side when she crawled
back into bed, and he tugged her tight against him when she lay
down. Gina nestled into his warmth and prayed he would sleep there,
just for a while.

***

Matt was having the best dream. Gina was
standing in front of him in a green negligee thing that cinched her
waist in tight, but left her hips to flare out, just the way he
liked. She faced away and danced in front of him, wiggling her ass.
She kept giving him these taunting looks over her shoulder, begging
him with her blue blue eyes to fuck her. Grabbing her hips in both
hands, he pulled her back and centered her over his cock. He
hesitated for a split second, then jerked her down onto him.

Gina cried out, and Matt was suddenly awake.
He was lying on the bed on his side, with his cock buried in Gina’s
cunt from behind. Her high leg was over top of his.

“Oh God, Matt, I thought I was dreaming.”

She arched her ass into him, urging him
deeper. Matt was relieved he hadn’t hurt her, but he hesitated. She
was very tight, and he didn’t want to rush her.

He reached his hand across her and slipped a
finger between her thighs. Gina gasped and jerked, tightening
around his cock, but moaning. Her left hand reached back to clutch
his hip, tugging him closer. “More.”