DISCLAIMER; Written to explore a genre but does contain Sexual references. 

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Jane took her coffee from the counter, searching for a seat. She sat in a quiet corner by the window, and started to set up her laptop. Her mind had been racing all morning, thinking about the night before. Matt had come home from a night out with his friends. He had been drinking, and was a lot more friendly than usual. She was feeling good, so she went along with, and they end up under the covers. Matt was always quite a considerate lover; soft and gentle. Last night, it was different, when it was all finished her heart was racing, her legs were weak and couldn’t breathe. Jane had been with a few different guys in her time, the usual amount, nothing excessive. The experiences varied but she had her fair share of intense highs. This was different and she sat searching for the reasons. The more she thought about it the hotter she felt, she could almost relive the intensity. The back of her neck was heating up and she could feel a tingle along her spine, like goosebumps. Jane suddenly re-focused and realized what was happening to her with every thought. She closed her legs and straightened herself up to put her attention back into the work she needed to do.

After a few hours of working in the cafe, she decided to wander home for lunch. Matt would be out of bed by then, she hoped. He worked night shifts for a tech support company and would usually sleep late into the afternoon. He was a sweet soul and the first guy she had ever felt safe with. Some might say he was on the more reserved, introverted side but he was kind, soft and quite handsome. He would keep fit and was in great shape, but he never went on about it. Jane had been with some real characters before Matt. All kinds of goofy, serious, intense and good-looking guys, none of them made her feel like he did. The thing she loved was the balance, he could make her laugh, reflect, think or cry and he was serious about life and his ambitions. She had dealt with jealousy and cheaters before, but he was someone she just felt she could trust, never questioned him on anything he did, or anyone he went out to see. It helped that Matts hobbies were mostly gaming and playing board games, but she didn’t mind, it kept her at ease.

When she got in the door, he was in the kitchen making breakfast. He looked well, considering how he was the night before. He was standing in his underwear, slice of toast sticking out of his mouth, trying to plunge his coffee. Jane stood looking at him and smiling on

“Need a hand with that honey”

She entered the kitchen and took the plunger in her hand forcing the coffee down through the water. Matt wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her close into his chest. She snuggled in for a moment and then broke free to put her bag in the sitting room. He followed her through, dropping down into the sofa and spreading himself wide. Jane was looking at him with a newfound scrutiny, she found herself asking what it was. What had changed between last night and today. There had to be something different about him and yet there he was, in his underwear, the same as every other day.

She scanned every inch of him, looking for a spark, a feeling that had not existed before, but there was none. She felt something, a heat, a curiosity, a desire. The need to know, if they went again today would it feel as it did.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and went to do some things around the house. There was a load of washing to be done and the bed was not going to make itself. Matt had come up to get showered and she listened as he sang in the shower, some TV theme song from the 80s. She never got any of his references, but she had always found it endearing that he tried to include her in his interests. Matt came from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and still dripping from his shower.

“Hey… sorry if I was.. a bit much last night”

She was slowly folding the fresh pillowcases, and laying them on the bed.

“A bit much, hmmm, is that what you call it”

“You know once the shots were flowing, I knew it might have gotten a bit far”

She opened the drawer for him so he could get at his t-shirts.

“Well, I think I can forgive you, seeing as you were so nice to me when you got home”

Matt was putting his socks on and looking down at his shoes

“Yeah, I think I remember that being quite nice too”

Jane was still looking at him and trying to figure out what it was, this intense feeling that she needed to re-live, she could not get it out of her mind. Matt walked over to her and placed his hand around the back of her neck, grasping it, pulling her in. As they kissed, he pulled her tighter into it, squeezing gently, his finger running up behind her ear. The heat was rising in her again and she could feel a tightness in her lower back. His head tilted into the kiss as his other hand wrapped the outside of her waist, thrusting it towards his own. As sudden as he had kissed, he had pulled her back out of it all, leaving her with a gentle kiss on the very tip of lips.

“I love you, I’ll call you on my break”

He gathered his things from the bed and left the room. For a moment Jane just went back to folding clothes, but she had to sit down. There was a sensation in her legs, a tingle in her back, a heat up high in her chest. Her heart was beating with such intensity she could feel it at the base of her neck. What was it, that kiss, it was different than usual, it was more raw. Matt was always a light kisser, nothing too involved. As she thought on what it really was, she began to pick up on what she was reacting too. The grip, around her neck, the pull towards him, locked into this kiss, and when it was already close, he pulled her further in, and doubled his efforts. He kissed her with a fire and intensity of someone about to be sent to death, like it was his last kiss, and she was the lucky one. Even more, it didn’t feel like he wanted her, it felt like he needed her. If he had asked at that moment she’d have said yes, to anything, to everything, to that. Then like a final blow, ‘I love you’, and she feels the floodgates opening.

Matt had never been quite so intense and she spent the evening thinking about why it had made such an impression on her. Jane had dated some pretty bad guys and tried a few things. One of her old flames was particularly into rope and paddle play, it was a phase. She knew what her kinks were, mostly from experimentation but last night wasn’t anything new. Generally her favorite was being on top, looking down on them, controlling the pace, controlling her own pleasure, and theirs too. She could slip gently into that position starting close to them before moving upright and freeing herself into it,  until she finished. Matt never had any problem with that, they switched up from time to time but mostly he would let her lead the dance.  She was always in the bedroom and very experienced. She never had any problem getting what she wanted.

Jane was catching up on some reading and decided to relax and reset before bed. She lit some candles in the bathroom and began to run the bath. Waving her hand through the water as the temperature rose, until it was boiling. She slipped off her pyjamas dipping a leg into the water. The heat was all that she could feel, as she stepped in. Slowly she lowered herself into the water anticipating the point it reached her lower body. She took a deep breath and then send her shoulders back until she was submerged. Then bursting from the water she put her head back over the bath, spreading her knees wide and high and positioning her chest just above the water. Her hands ran through her hair until it hung over the side. Then she took some slow deep breathes, as her right hand ran over her chest, stopping at her breast where she gently teased at her nipple. Her other hand ran slowly up and down her left leg, one finger outstretched until she finally allowed it to rest down below. She sent her thoughts to the night before and replayed it in her mind while she tried to re-capture the pleasure.

Matt had come in the door and she had been curled up on the sofa with her book. He was singing loudly and went straight to the kitchen to get a snack. She saw him stumbling a bit and he was a little well on. She called him from the sofa.

“Don’t eat my snacks, get your own”

He turned and threw his head out through the door.

“You’re awake!”

She got off the sofa and walked into the kitchen to see what he was doing

“Did you have a good night, how are the guys doing”

Matt was going through the fridge looking for something, but just kept taking things out and putting them back in. He slammed the door shut and turned back to Jane.

“WOW, you are fucking gorgeous, fuck”

Jane was stood in her black lace nightie, it had been warm in the house so she had wanted to feel a little lighter and free while she read her book.

“I guess you did have a good night then”

Matt pulled her arm and start to spin her, dancing in the kitchen, then he wrapped his other arm around her waist pulling her in close, kissing her. He ran his hands right down either side of her ass cheeks and squeezed them both. Then in one move he lifted her up onto the kitchen island, the cold stone shocked her but now his hands were on the outside of her thighs, setting into position. She was pulling in and out of the kiss trying to get his attention but each time he would squeeze tighter and lean into the kiss more. She pulled away for a moment.

“Hey, hey, slow down a little there”

Matt put one hand on the inside of her thigh and the other gripped around the back of her neck.

“Shh, shh, let me, let me”

While he was kissing her, he moved her thong out of the way. His hand was at the front of her neck now and he thrust her backwards onto the counter. Then he kissed her neck then playfully bit at her breasts before going straight down on her. It was sudden, his head was buried between her legs and she could feel the intention in every kiss, every lick, every nip he made. She felt like she was being ravaged in the kitchen, closing her eyes and letting it happen. From time to time he would pull at her legs or her hips as if to get deeper, to get closer, to eat her whole. Her chest rose and fell faster and faster, she put her hand on his head pushing him further, holding him there, just a bit longer, just a bit. When her chest fell for the last time and her legs tightened under the release he stopped. Suddenly Matt was pulling her from the counter and putting her over his shoulder.

“Lets go, I’m not done”

She laughing as they made their way into the bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and began to take his trousers off. She start to sit up and adjust herself.

“I guess I’ll go on top and repay you for that”

Matt pushed her back down into the bed, pulling up her nightie

“No, let me, let me”

He entered her and she gasped. Her hands immediately reached up and around his neck. Matt was pushing deep and slow and then he would pick up his pace from time to time. Jane felt like it was all happening to her, like she was just supposed to lay there and let it. She did, and occasionally she would grind her hips in the opposite direction. The feeling had started on the kitchen island but here it was now growing with every stroke. Matts hand was around her neck again, at the back, gripping and using it to force her body down into his. Her body was tightening, her legs shivering and the heat was growing in her chest, tingles racing up and down her spine. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, and he leaned in closer to her

“I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much, so much, so much”

She tried to reply but by now she was almost breathless, and her chest was rising and falling, her heart was racing, and she dug her hands into his back. The release was full body shivers and her legs swung from his back as they shook on the bed. He rolled off of her and they lay side by side. Her breaths were fast, and she could not catch them, there were no thoughts in her head and she felt like cloud, the finish had been so exhilarating she could not even begin to describe how she felt.

Back in the bath Jane was feverishly stroking herself, repeating again and again

“I fucking love you, I fucking love you, I fucking love you”

She rose up out of the water and dropped back in with a massive exhale, as she finished. Placing her hands on the sides of the bath to re-centre herself she start to think about Matt again. Finally she knew what was different, the control and the need. He had come at her lusting for her body, in a way that no one had before, least of all him. With each squeeze, each grip, each thrust he was taking her, making her his and his only. She had been controlled before, tied up, even slapped around. This time matt had done it because of some primal urge to own her. Not because a man takes a woman, and the woman takes it. It was because Matt loved her, she knew he did, in that moment he wanted to consume all of her, to own her, he needed her. Jane had given herself to men before but when he whispered in her ear. When she knew he needed more than just the feel of her skin, the warmth of her body, he needed her entirely. She gave herself to him, and she never felt so good in her entire life.