Sarah
"Matthew!" I gasp as he leans down and bites my shoulder from behind.
What is he even doing? Is he just trying to annoy now?
I hear him chuckle behind , then feel his arms wrap around .
I can’t decide if I’m annoyed or...flustered. It’s definitely unexpected, and I’m not sure what he’s trying to achieve, but the teasing, the suddenness of it all, catches off guard.
I can feel him smiling against my skin as he wraps his arms around , pulling back slightly against his chest. His warmth, the way his presence surrounds , is familiar and unsettling at the sa ti.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
He doesn’t answer right away, just nuzzles into my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "Just trying to get a rise out of you," he mutters, his voice low, amused.
I roll my eyes, trying to pull away, but his hold on is firm. "You are impossible," I mutter, but there’s a small part of that can’t help but soften at his touch. "You’re not funny."
He chuckles again, the sound vibrating through his chest, making it impossible to stay entirely irritated with him.
I can feel his fingers tracing lightly along my waist, the touch gentle but deliberate.
"Let go of ," I try again.
"No," he growls. "I want to fuck you."
I shiver and not from the water that’s cooling down. "I am tired."
"And I have needs," he says.
"Your needs are what got pregnant," I remind him.
"So fucking what? That doesn’t an I should stop fucking you. Your body belongs to , rember? If you don’t rember, I will be delighted to remind you," he snarls.
His words are ant to hurt , I know, but I keep my chin up. "I’m growing a human being inside . Doesn’t that earn a night off?"
"No," he says simply.
And just like that, I find myself being carried to bed. He didn’t even give ti to dry off.
He drops on the bed carelessly and then hovers over , paying no mind to how our bodies are soaking the sheets.
"Matthew," I protest, pushing against his chest. "The sheets—"
"I don’t care about the fucking sheets," he says, his eyes dark with desire as he pins my wrists above my head with one hand.
His free hand slides down my body, lingering over the slight curve of my belly before moving lower. I gasp, arching despite myself.
"See?" he murmurs against my ear. "Your mouth says no, but your body..." He traces circles against my skin. "Your body always tells the truth."
I turn my face away, unwilling to let him see how easily he affects . "The doctor said—"
"What?" he says darkly.
"The doctor says we should be careful during the first trister. That...we shouldn’t have...um...rough sex."
Matthew’s expression shifts, and I see his eyes soften a bit. He loosens his grip on my wrists slightly, his eyes searching mine.
"What else did the doctor say?" he asks, his voice still husky but with an edge of restraint now.
I swallow, surprised by his reaction. "That we can still be intimate, just... gentler. At least until the second trister."
He releases my wrists completely and props himself up on his elbows, his body still hovering over mine but no longer pressing down with his full weight.
"Is that right?" he asks, brushing a strand of wet hair from my face.
"Yes," I breathe.
"Fine," he says. "I will be gentle tonight."
His eyes et mine, and the blueness in them takes my breath away. "Spread your legs wider," he rasps.
I find myself doing it without question as he scoots down.
What is he...
I gasp as he dips his head and licks along my slit.
I grip the sheets beneath , my back arching involuntarily as pleasure shoots through my body. Matthew’s tongue is relentless, circling and teasing until my protests dissolve into breathless moans.
"Matthew," I gasp, my fingers finding their way into his damp hair.
He hums against , the vibration sending another wave of sensation through my core. His hands slide up to hold my hips steady as I squirm beneath him.
He takes his ti, savoring slowly, deliberately. It’s torture of the sweetest kind. When I’m trembling and desperate, he finally moves back up my body, hovering over with those intense blue eyes.
"Gentle enough?" he asks, his voice strained with restraint.
I nod, unable to form words as he positions himself between my legs. He enters slowly, watching my face with unusual care. The tenderness in his movents surprises , so different from his earlier aggression.
"Is this okay?" he whispers, and the question catches off guard. Matthew rarely asks. He always takes.
"Yes," I breathe, wrapping my legs around him.
He moves with careful, asured thrusts, his forehead pressed against mine. One hand cradles my head while the other rests protectively over my stomach. The gesture is so unexpectedly intimate that tears spring to my eyes.
"Sarah," he groans, his rhythm steady but restrained. "You feel so good."
I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of him inside , around .
When release cos, it washes over in gentle waves rather than the usual crashing storm. Matthew follows shortly after, his body tensing above mine before he carefully rolls to the side, pulling against him.
We lie there in silence, our breathing gradually slowing.
"I’ll get new sheets," he murmurs against my hair, but makes no move to get up.
I nestle against his chest, savoring the rare mont of tenderness.
"Thank you," I whisper.
His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine. "For what?"
"For..." I hesitate, not wanting to break whatever spell has fallen over us. "For being gentle."
Matthew is quiet for so long, I wonder if he has fallen asleep.
"I am not a goddamn monster, Sarah," he says.
"I know," I whisper.
His arm tightens around , and I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head. It is such a simple gesture, but it makes my heart ache.
"Sleep," he says softly.
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