I feel like mat and model are equally excited to be there for the obvious reasons but model is also excited for all the vintage and regular clothing stores that are there
Model will most likely be sending boxes of clothes/shoes/accessories back home to NY bc there’s no room in her luggage🤭
Mat is also excited about it bc model will obviously model all of her clothes for him, but she’ll also pick out some pieces for his wardrobe
You could fucking giggle at the sight in front of you as you sashay into the room, silk robe loosely tied at your waist. Mat is partially propped up against the headboard, one hand cuffed to the rail and his free hand fiddling on his bare thigh. Tufts of his hair stand in different directions from your morning makeout session. A red flush still paints his skin from the sheer shock when you slapped the cuff around his wrist.
“You know it’s my birthday, right? Why am I the one that’s handcuffed?” Mat asks, pushing back the hair tickling his forehead.
“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger along your chin in faux thought. “I like to keep you on your toes,” you continue with a single-shoulder shrug.
“What’re you hiding behind your back? Another surprise, maybe something non-constricting?” Mat juts his chin in your direction, moving his head as if he could get a glance of what’s hidden in your hand.
“Don’t worry, hotshot. I won’t be restricting you anymore- unless you ask.” A smirk twists your lips up as your husband grins. No eye roll, huff of annoyance, or pouting can hide the fact that you know he’s enjoying every bit of this.
“One hand cuffed is enough right now. You know I’m going to want to touch. You know I always want to touch you,” the man grits out, straining in his spot as everything in him craves for you to be closer.
Deciding to be a bit of a tease, you move towards the bed. His posture straightens at your movements- the anticipation makes his muscles tense. Another round of giggles dare to slip out when his shoulders fall in disappointment from you stopping at your side of the bed, and hiding the surprise for later.
“What color do you think?” You ask, hand gesturing to yourself. Now, Mat will most likely assume you’re referring to a lingerie set, and you are. However, unbeknownst to him, you’re completely bare.
“Last time it was white, so maybe blue. Or orange, if you’re feeling bold,” the hockey player responds, which just so happens to be his hockey team’s colors. You mentally roll your eyes at his laidback cockiness. Maybe you shouldn’t have made him so accustomed to your fangirl-ism, or maybe he deserves it because he’s the man of your dreams. Shaking the thought out of your head, you file it away for a later time and refocus on the man in front of you.
“Valid guesses, but you’re wrong.”
Mat cocks his head to the side, his eyebrow cocking in a sort of confused tick.
“Wrong? Baby-,” the words die on his tongue and his eyes widen.
“Yeah, wrong,” you confirm as you untie your robe and let it fall off your body.
“Cat got your tongue?” The tease comes out in your signature sultry lilt, and you finally make your way onto the mattress.
“No, but I know where I can put it,” he sighs, eyes eating up every naked inch of you.
Everything in your body short circuits, briefly halting your movements. A hot rush of lust flows through your veins, bringing warmth to your cheeks.
“Easy, Barzy. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you chastise, crawling over to him.
Goosebumps break out on Mat’s skin after you peel off the sheet covering his bare bottom half. His length is already hardening, and you have to pat yourself on the back, because knowing that the mere sight of you gets him going is enough to feed your ego for weeks.
With wild eyes, you drag a finger over the prominent vein on his cock. Biting onto your bottom lip, you watch the way his entire body jumps- his hand going forward before snapping back to where it’s captured.
“C’mere,” he huffs, already fraying at his edges.
“Anything for the birthday boy,” you whisper and straddle his lap.
“Hi,” Mat murmurs once you settle on top of him with your hands on his shoulders.
“Hi.” The softness of his voice draws you closer; you press your forehead to his and he bumps your nose with his.
After a second of silence and enjoying each other’s presence, you get the ball rolling again. Every ounce of air turns thick with tension as you roll your hips, letting your pussy glide over his length. Shiny arousal coats him, allowing him to slide between your folds with ease. The head nudges into your clit and you practically fall back as pleasure races through you.
“Mmm fuck. You’re so wet, pretty girl,” Mat breathes into your ear, all low and raspy. His lips ghost against the shell, and his hands squeeze your hips, making your breath hitch in your throat.
Kissing your way down from his cheek to his jaw, you nibble on his skin, giggling at the purring it elicits. There’s nothing you love more than hearing him be vocal about his pleasure. To be fair, he’s never really deprived you of it.
“Come on, baby, I need to be inside of you,” Mat says as his body writhes with impatience.
Ignoring his request, you grip his shoulders tighter, and grind slower against his erection. Earthy eyes stare into your heated gaze, watching with an aching intensity that you unfortunately break when you slip off his lap.
“Where are you going?” Mat asks in a pained whine. The veins in his body are starting to bulge against his skin- the cuffs work overtime to restrain what little sanity he has left.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, you throw him a teasing grin from over your shoulder.
“Don’t worry-“ your words break off into a cry. A thick finger slides between your wet walls; the pad curling into your sweet spot. It catches you so off guard, your entire body could melt off the bed and onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” you say, words muffled from pressing your face into the sheets.
Distractedly, you reach for the can of whipped cream, and begrudgingly push his arm away with your foot.
“This is about you, not me,” you mutter and turn back towards him, hair already a mess from all the movement.
The man hums in slight defiance, turning his head with attitude, like your words cause him ailment.
“Then are you going to finally show me what you’re hiding?” He eyes you suspiciously once you’re upright again, still hiding the can behind your back.
Before you can even answer, Mat licks off your arousal from his finger, and you think if he did it one more time you’d be able to orgasm on the spot. Something so obscene should not be so fucking sexy. But then again, it’s Mat, and anything he does is sexy.
With a faux pout, you pinch his thigh, and then plant yourself back on his lap.
“TA DAAAA,” you giggle, holding out the canned sweetness.
“I can spray it on you?” He’s immediately sitting up, his cuffed wrist already forgotten. His eyebrows raise in delight, every image of you covered in the sweet treat flitting through his mind.
“You can do whatever you want with it.” The man takes it from your hands, inspecting it as if he’s never seen such a thing before.
“I only have one hand, though,” he complains, eyebrows furrowing.
“One hand is enough,” you deadpan, playfully pushing at his chest.
“Then how am I going to touch you?” Mat’s words are sincere. It genuinely pains him to not have at least one hand on you during sex.
“Take turns alternating. Now, relax,” you whisper, eyebrows raising in quiet demand as you push his upper body against the headboard.
The atmosphere of the room switches from easygoing back to being thick with need. The dominant prowess, in which you possess in your actions, reminds your husband that you’re the one in charge.
Reaching down, you stroke his cock; your fist tightening around him pulls shallow whimpers from deep in his stomach. Your core clenches around an angry nothingness, desperately needing to be filled. Guiding him to your entrance, you lift your lower half and let the head prod against your slit. It takes so much willpower to prevent yourself from slamming down on him, your thighs begin to shake.
“Don’t make me wait,” Mat groans, his free hand finding your hip.
“Only because it’s your birthday, baby,” you breathe out. Slowly, you sink down on him. Your pussy flutters around the intrusion as you grapple for something to keep you from tipping over. Metaphorically and literally.
“Holy fuck,” Mat moans, head tipping back with a dull thud. The sound sends another wave of arousal to douse his length.
“No, no, no, Barzy. Look at me,” you sigh, fingers tangling in his hair as you shift around on him. The adjustment period is your favorite part of sex. It allows you to pull each other close, enjoy the fullness of him sheathed inside of you without having to move.
Your hands cradle his face, bringing his lips to yours. Mat’s entire body deflates as a sigh of relief leaves his mouth, and you’re quick to inhale it. The kiss is gentle, lacking any tongue or teeth, yet it’s just enough to savor the intimacy of everything.
“I love your dick so much,” you moan as you lift off him and sink back down.
Mat smirks at you, making your flesh burn and tingle.
Baby pink nails lightly dig into his pecs with each bounce, subtly scratching down his torso until your hands are planted on his lower abdomen. Mat thrusts his hips up, hitting a deep spot within you, and forcing your body to lean into him. Your hair shades your closed eyes as you concentrate on controlling the pace of how fast your release builds.
The sound of something hitting the sheets gathers your attention, and you quickly realize your husband has the uncapped whipped cream in his hand, waiting expectantly.
An airy hiss breaks through the symphony of moans as a white trail is sprayed around one of your nipples. The color of Mat’s eyes darken significantly; he licks at his lips, and looks at you like devouring you is the only option.
“Fuck,” you shriek, body jolting under the path that his tongue takes to slurp up his dessert.
“You like that?” The words are syrupy sweet, pushing you closer to the edge. The quicker you unravel, the quicker he can fill you up. He knows what he’s doing.
More whipped cream is spritzed on your body, fluffy lines starting at your collarbones and going back to your boobs.
“I love it,” you moan, hands traveling back up towards his neck. The pace of your hips quickens.
“How much?” The hockey player’s mouth sucks at your flesh, lapping up every trace of the cream.
“So fucking much.” Each inch he lowers, he nips at you before soothing it with a languid lick.
“I love feeling you touch me everywhere- with your hands or with your tongue. I’m not picky,” you mewl, your hips rotating right to left and left to right- Mat drinks in the sight of your pussy drenching his cock. The wet smack of skin bounces off the walls, making your face twist up in pleasure as your fingers sew themselves in his sweaty locks.
“You gonna cum already? I can feel you squeezing the shit outta me,” Mat growls around your nipple. The sharp sting of his teeth closing around the bud has your body shivering, and your heat clenching.
“You feel so good,” you gasp, another wave of chills rolling through your body when your husband pulls at your hair, exposing your neck.
“Cum for me, pretty,” he moans, but you’re immediately shaking your head “no.” You’re nothing if not bratty, sometimes.
Leaning back, you plant your hands on the small area above his knees- keeping yourself sturdy. Eyes boring into his, you bite onto your lower lip to keep your devilish grin at bay, and you buck your hips teasingly slow. His cock almost slips out of you, but you make sure the angle makes it so he goes nowhere.
“You’re so sexy,” Mat groans, gripping your boob in his large hand, massaging the sticky, supple skin.
“Let go, baby,” he adds, his free hand moving to your ass, and guiding your hips into harder, faster rolls.
The pleasure knots into something fierce in your stomach, slowing your momentum and making your hips ache. You want to hold on just a little bit longer, though.
“Cum for me,” Mat begs, hand slapping your ass.
“No,” you groan, forcing your hips to rock despite your burning muscles and the way he continues to fuck into you.
With each thrust from Mat, the more you start to lose your grip on your climax. The thought of your husband still having control over you while partially constricted drives you insane in the best way possible.
“Oh,” you wail, hands tugging at your already tangled hair before moving down to fondle your breasts.
The view of his heaving chest littered with faint scratches and beads of sweat is too much. Without thought, you lean down and lick up the ridges of muscle lining his torso.
A reverent hum pierces your ears, and everything escalates quickly from there. Mat’s fingers press into the notches of your vertebrae, bringing your body upright from the zap of electricity his touch brings.
“Be a good girl and cum for me. I know you want to; I can feel you leaking all over me,” he grumbles into your ear.
This time you can’t even respond; lust has consumed all your senses, leaving you a babbling mess.
From the corner of your eye, though, you notice Mat pick up the whipped cream. Before he can bring the nozzle back to your body, you take the can from him and toss it away.
“Just touch me,” you whine, bringing his hand down to where you’re both connected.
A rough, thick finger thumbs at your puffy clit, making your entire body stutter. The knot in your stomach becomes taut, and all your nerve endings jump in your body with just a fraction of attention.
“Just like that, pretty girl. Cum for me,” Mat whispers, his hand going to the back of your neck. Your lips crash onto his, and he deliberately licks into your mouth.
Swift circles are massaged into your clit, and all the hair on your body stands. A blinding white clouds your vision, and your pussy contracts around his cock, milking him with every pulse of your walls.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god, Mat,” you cry.
His kisses have moved down to your chin as your mouth falls open with your release.
“I’m gonna cum,” he announces, features pinched up as he sucks on your lower lip, letting it snap back into place as his orgasm shoots into you.
For good measure, he thrusts inside of you with rough strokes- just enough to ensure your orgasm was worthwhile. It always is.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes out through a fit of laughs as you fall slack against his body in your own bout of laughter.
“That was too good,” you hum again his chest, lazily smooching the spot after.
“Best birthday present ever,” Mat cheers, wrapping his arm around your form.
Reaching under your pillow, you find the key to the cuffs and sluggishly reach over to unlock the confines.
“Ugh thank fuck,” Mat gripes as he stretches his wrist.
“My poor baby. Do you need me to kiss it better?” It’s like something awakens inside of you, removing the tiredness of your climax, and kickstarting another round of lust to fill the air around you two.
“Yeah, pretty. I want you to kiss it better,” Mat says with that same air of cockiness from earlier.
This time, he’s the one fully in control. There’s no struggle as he flips the both of you, so that your back is on the mattress. Crawling down the length of your body, his animalistic stare lets you know you’re not leaving the bed anytime soon. The wet kisses leading down south, and the way his tongue slurps at your mixed release are enough to ensure that you wouldn’t mind not leaving the bed.
And you end up a blushing mess and he’s trying so hard not to think about you in it
Let’s say it’s like a red color (and you just so happen to be wearing a similarly colored top) and Logan tells you that it’s most definitely your color- without realizing what it could imply
