⊹ ࣪ ˖ ౨ৎ LINE MY LIPS JUST TO MATCH MY NIPPLES
(dry humping, making out, boob/nipple play, handjob, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)
as you glide towards the bathroom connected to your room, you see the image of yourself in the mirror your eyes, a sparkling contrast against the dim light of the hotel room, are wide and your lips are wet, tingling from the recent kiss you and matt had shared. your skin is flushed with an undeniable crimson, mirroring the soft pink hue of your nipples, which are now on full display thanks to the transparent lacy bra you've chosen to wear tonight. you and matt were supposed to head out for dinner in about 45 minutes, and you weren’t going to disappoint him.
you fumble in your makeup bag, reaching for the light lip liner you bought recently, a shade matt would for sure recognize, to entice him with more than just words. "hi baby," matt's voice echoes from behind the door, interrupting your thoughts. he has a way of making every word sound like a promise, a whispered secret only meant for you. you imagine his eyes as he says it, dark and intense, mirroring the hungry look he gives you whenever you're this close.
you open the door with a small smile playing on your lips. the room's still dim, but the moonlight filters through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow over everything. matt sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with those dark, almond-shaped eyes. he's shirtless now, and the sight of his bare chest, muscles defined under smooth, taut skin. sends a rush of excitement through your body.
he smirks slightly as he watches you finish up your lip liner, smacking your lips together. "that’s a nice color." he says, his voice a low growl as he takes in your appearance. his gaze lingers on your chest, taking in the sight of your nipples pressing against the delicate lace of your bra. you can't help but bite your lip, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at his attention.
you saunter closer to him, hips swaying with a confidence that surprises you. the moonlight catches the curves of your body as you approach him, accentuating the swell of your breasts and the curve of your waist.
“recognize it from somewhere?" you reply, teasingly, as you halt in front of him. you raise your hand to your chest, fingers lightly tracing the lace edging of your bra. you feel your nipples harden under the touch, aching for more than just the sensation of fabric against them.
matt watches you intently, the heat in his gaze burning brighter with every passing second. you lean forward, offering yourself to him, an unspoken invitation that hangs in the air between you. “someone, you mean?” he teased, making you let out a laugh.
his hands reach out, large and warm as they cup your breasts through the lace of your bra. you gasp at the contact, the cool air of the room doing little to soothe the heat building inside you. his thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. you can't help the moan that escapes your lips, or the way your body instinctively presses closer to his touch.
"god, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire as he pulls you down onto the bed. you find yourself straddling him, his hardness pressing against you through the thin fabric of his boxers. you rock against him, feeling him throb beneath you, and it's all you can do not to grind down harder, seeking more of that delicious friction.
you lower your head to his, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. it's hungry, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues that leaves you both breathless. his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
you break away from the kiss, panting heavily. your lips are swollen, aching for more of his mouth on yours. but for now, you have other things in mind. you reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. your breasts are free now, nipples standing out proud and begging for his attention.
matt doesn't hesitate. his mouth finds one nipple, suckling it gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you arch into his touch, moaning loudly at the sensation. he shifts to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and you can't help but squirm beneath him. “these pretty tits are mine..” he mumbles, sending vibrations through your nipples.
you reach down between you, sliding your hand into his boxers. his cock is hot and hard in your hand, throbbing with need. you stroke him slowly, feeling him grow even harder under your touch.
matt groans, pulling away from your breast with a wet pop. he flips you onto your back, hovering over you as he gazes down at your body. his eyes drink in every inch of your exposed skin, and you can't help but spread your legs in invitation. he grabs your hips, flipping the both of you so he’s on top. he doesn’t hesitate to flip your skirt up.
he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against you in a tease that has you moaning in need. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down to you.
"please," you beg, your voice a husky whisper against his ear. "fuck me, matt." without warning, he thrusts into you in a single, fluid motion. you cry out at the fullness, the stretch of him inside you. he starts to move, setting a rhythm that has you writhing beneath him.
each thrust is a promise fulfilled, each groan a testament to the pleasure coursing through you both. you move together in a dance as old as time, each seeking release in the other. “take it baby, i know you can.” he whispers in your ear.
your nails dig into his back as you crest that peak, your climax washing over you in waves of pure, unadulterated bliss. matt follows shortly after, his release hot inside you as he collapses onto you. you lay there in a tangled heap of limbs, hearts pounding and breaths coming in ragged gasps. the night air clings to your sweaty bodies as you try to catch your breath.
"that," matt murmurs into your hair, his voice a contented rumble, "was definitely worth it." you can't help but smile, nuzzling into his chest as you both drift off into a satisfied sleep, sated and content in each other's arms. matt sits up, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, your lip liner smudged. “you should reapply that before we leave.”
💌: i think this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written AHHH! if you’re a reneé rapp fan you should understand the title lol
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