I'm Not That Innocent

Celebrating

This chapter is dedicated to Sassysmartgurl93 for the cool cover she made that is just over there >>

A loud repetitive beeping woke me. What was that? Slowly I opened my eyes to take in the surroundings, doing a double check upon noticing I certainly wasn't in my bedroom. The walls around me were a light blue that reminded me of the sky on a cloudless day. Apart from the bed, two bedside cabinets and some drawers in the corner there wasn't really much in this room. My brain tried to work out why I was in this strange room; then it had hit me I was at Matt's. Yes. Matt the boy I had met not even twenty four hours earlier and here I was waking up in his bed. I didn’t know what to do; did I hide in my bed or go and hunt him down?

I decided on hunting him down so I threw the cover back and hopped out bed, immediately the cold air hit my legs sending a shiver down my spine. Gawping down I noticed I wasn't wearing my clothes instead I had on a green t-shirt and some white Calvin Klein boxers, which I could only assume belonged to Matt.

Wandering along the hall I heard "Shit. Shit. Shit," coming from what I guessed was the kitchen. Meaning one thing, it was a smoke alarm. My instinct told me to follow the irritating beeping. I pushed the door open anxiously expecting the stove to be on fire; instead I found Matt crazily wafting a towel and throwing burnt toast into the bin. He was dressed in nothing but boxers. I strolled to the breakfast bar and plonked myself down on a stool leaning on the sleek granite worktop. I had a great view of his ass from here, a very good view. Sitting there felt right, it didn’t feel like Matt was some random guy I had only just met. Things seemed to fit; we seemed to fit like a jigsaw.

"Not much of a chef are you?" I giggled.

Matt retorted "Oh you're awake. I thought I was going to give you the cold shower treatment."

His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth and I couldn't help but think how I'd love his tongue in my mouth again exploring me.

"Cereal okay for you? There was an incident with the toast."

I couldn't help but smirk. Who can't even cook toast? I'm no Delia Smith but even I can handle the basics. Then it occurred to me about my state of undress.

"Ermmm...Matt?" I asked cautiously.

"Aimee?" he teased.

"Well I know I didn't come to yours dressed like this so...ermmm...”

He interrupted "I put them on you. Don't worry I didn't perve on you or anything just noticed you didn't have an overnight bag which meant no fresh clothes. That's okay isn't it?"

"Yeah thanks" I mumbled as a blush appeared on my cheeks.

Before I knew it Matt was stood directly behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. I span the stool round to face him and felt myself being pulled to standing, so close our noses were touching. He leant his head against mine and shut his eyes tightening his grip as he did so.

Slowly moving forward I kissed his lips gently and he responded instantly. Our kisses built up momentum and soon we were lost in a passionate frenzy. Matt began to tug on the t-shirt I was wearing and pulled it over in my head leaving me stood there in his boxers and a lacy black bra. My first instinct was to cover myself with my arms. He began to smother my neck with kisses and murmured in my ear "Anytime you want to stop just say."

"No carry on," I panted becoming breathless with each and every kiss.

Deep inside me I knew I was rushing things. I was already raw from one heartbreak but I needed to get into my player mind frame. My hands fell to my side allowing him access to roam my body. Unable to keep my hands off him, I ran my fingers up and down the arch of his back. Matt's hands moved up my back and began to fiddle with my bra, he seemed to be struggling, bless him. I removed my hands that had wandered to abs and did it for him.

"I could have done it," he sulked. Boy that pout was adorable.

He pulled my bra down and threw it over his shoulder. I could feel his excitement rubbing up against me. Unable to control myself I wrapped both of my legs around him and began to rub myself up against him. Kissing his neck I felt myself being carried somewhere. Maybe the bedroom? I didn't care I was lost in the moment. I felt him pulling away as he lay me on the bed and began to slowly kiss his way down my body teasing me. When he reached the bottom of my stomach I felt his teeth clamp onto the boxers and he carefully pulled them down, along with my thong. My heart felt as if it would explode if I had to wait any longer, I just needed him so bad. Briefly, I did think about what he would think of me afterwards but I quickly shook the thought off. The pleasure I felt next was pleasure I'd never felt before. His tongue explored me until I climaxed. Five consecutive times may I add. I did try to return the favour but he wouldn't let me.

"I'll take care of you for now beautiful." he murmured. Matt's arm wrapped round me and I felt him pull me so I was lay with my head on his chest.

Well that was certainly one way of celebrating knowing someone for twenty four hours. Admittedly, I was slightly embarrassed; no one had ever done that to me before. As I lay there I felt exposed, expecting everything to go tits up at any minute. Matt’s grip tightened and I instantly felt safe again, all my worries washed away. Bliss.