True Art

Chapter Thirty-three

He smelled like sunshine and fresh air and something sensual. His head fell back, resting on my shoulder as I slid my arms around his waist and continued to slowly kiss along the firm sinew of his neck.

I stifled a groan as he pushed back against me, pressing his ass against my erection.

"I want you, Matthew," I murmured, sending more feathery kisses along his shoulder.

He turned around then, grabbing for my top and dragging it over my head.

"Mmm, I love a hairy chest."

Before I could reply, his face was nuzzling into me, and I closed my eyes as shivers of want ran in waves through my body.

I let out a deep exhale and took his face in my hands. "I don't know why this feels so right. Like you were meant to be mine. But I can't fight this."

Dimples danced on Matthew's cheeks and I thought he might explode, he was beaming at me so much.

"I feel the exact same. Like when we met that day, it was fate. Or destiny. I never thought you'd feel the same way about me."

There was a worry in his voice that caught me. I tilted his face up to mine, brushing my lips against his. "Why would you think that? You are incredible. I'm the old man that's lucky that you'd give me the time of day."

He laughed and folded against me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging tight. "Because you're this wealthy, successful man, Remi, and I'm just starting out. I've got nothing. I don't even have a home. I thought you might want someone more like you."

My fingers slid into his silky blond hair, and I nuzzled into his head, more sure than ever that we needed each other.

"Matthew, you have way more to offer me than anyone else. Just the way you look at me makes me feel alive. Money can't buy that. You're priceless."

It was the way his lips quivered, the flutter of his eyelashes, and the sound of his breath catching that let me know he believed me.

"Is this real? Are we crazy?" he whispered as I walked him backwards towards the sleigh bed, kissing him hard and eating at his mouth. His moans vibrated in my mouth, and I wondered how long I'd last before coming.

"Yes, this is real. And crazy is underrated. I've made a career out of being eccentric."

Matthew laughed and stood still, letting me undress him slowly. Removing each item with deliberate care and unveiling the beauty of his naked body.

"You're like art, you know that? Mesmerizing."

"I want to see you naked, Remi. Maybe I can paint you sometime?"

I undressed and smirked as his eyes followed my every move. The sight of his body was breathtaking, and I glanced down at my own body, a little less firm and with its dark hair that led all the way down to my happy trail. I couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious in front of him.

Matthew pressed against me, his warm skin charging me with electricity. "You look amazing," he whispered, as though reading my mind, and I smiled at his attempt to ease my nerves.

The cold sheets were glorious against my skin as we slipped into the bed and lay side by side. The way he was looking at me was almost too much, driving me crazy just with the want in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I needed to know, to be certain he wasn't going to regret it.

The sensation of Matthew's breath, fast and hot against my neck was hypnotic as he slid his warm hands along my body and pulled me on top of him. "I'm sure. I need you. I need to know every part of you."

Everything became a blur, a haze of hot kisses, lips, and tongues dipping and diving. His green eyes were heavy with desire, and I lost myself in them, grinding against him as he wrapped his legs around my hips.

As I ran my fingers along his sides, Matthew shivered, his erection grinding against mine and causing me to let out a moan. It had been way too long since I'd felt this turned on and this emotionally charged. Desperate to be with someone, to be inside them. He groaned under me and reached between us, grasping my erection and smiling up at me with mischief.

"Remi, do you know how sexy you are?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I'm practically an old man. You're young and beautiful and sexy."

He trailed kisses across my jaw as he ground his hips up against my cock. Despite trying to keep my cool, I jerked and he laughed, delighted with himself. We kissed, an assault of pleasure building as our tongues tangled. He rested his hands on my waist, and I groaned as he bit down on my lip.

I leaned up on my forearms and hovered over him, following the smooth skin of his chest and the perfect curves of his abs. He was glorious. "I think you might be the secret to keeping me young."

Matthew pushed me back before rolling onto his stomach, glancing over his shoulder and wiggling his ass in my direction. I swallowed down the nerves and excitement as I grabbed a condom and the lube from the bed locker.

I settled behind him, gliding my hands along his lower back and smiling at the sight of his pert ass. I slid a finger inside him and thought I might come just at the sight of it. He was so tight, so perfect.

Time ceased as I gently worked him, easing him open until he was panting and begging for more.

"I need you," he whined, and I grabbed his hips, pulling him back against me as I eased myself inside. Emotions flooded me, and I tried to focus, pushing back the wave of passion that threatened to overcome me. It wasn't that I wanted to cry, but I feared I might. I'd resigned myself to never having this again.

Matthew shuddered under me as I moved behind him, steady and gentle, pulling out of him torturously slow before sliding back in until I was fully seated. He moaned each time, louder and coming more undone with each thrust forward.

I reached around him and grabbed his cock, grunting as he bucked against me.

A sense of desperation took over, and I growled behind him, sinking deeper with each thrust, the sound of flesh and his whimpers pushing me into another full-blown orgasm. I gasped, the wave of my orgasm seeming to never end and I felt Matthew clench and shudder as hot streams of cum landed on the bed beneath us.

We fell to the side, collapsing in a tangle, and then he manoeuvred himself, so he was wrapped around me, his head nestled under my neck as I stroked his back.

"Now I really do need a nap," I said, and Matthew squeezed me tightly.

He yawned and snuggled closer. "Me too. I'm wrecked. I think you broke me."

“Shit, I forgot about your knee. Is it okay?”

“It’s a little achy, but it was worth it. Trust me.”

I smiled and nuzzled his hair, sleep clouding my brain and leaving only my heart alert. It pounded in my chest, each beat seeming to whisper to me how this was real.

"I don't want this to end," he murmured, his voice low and sleepy.

My eyelids fell closed as I drifted to the sound of his breathing, and the warm evening sun bathed us in its glow.