How the hell can five minutes feel like a lifetime? All I know is that the short ride from the burger-joint to my apartment felt like a fucking eternity; it didn't help that Matt had his hand on my thigh, teasing me the whole time.

When we enter my apartment, his hands collide with my body again, this time, exploring to places they haven't been before, like my neck, lower back, and...my ass.

I'm still shocked at my new-found confidence and the suggestion to come here, especially since I wasn't expecting to have sex with an incredibly handsome guy this afternoon, or anytime soon for that matter.

Matt's movements are only fueling my hunger for him.

His lips taste like steak sauce, sweet but savory, but not tacky at all. The feeling of them on mine is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I've made out with plenty of guys, but this is different; I've never felt the tingling feeling I have right now with any of them.

I begin to play with the top button of Matt's shirt. His soft chuckle against my mouth unleashes an unignorable hunger from my inner being, and it's one I am uncertain I can control. Never in my experience of dating have I felt this much of an urge to get fucked by someone; all I want is to be pleasured by this adoringly sexy man caressing my body.

I detach myself from his firm grip and step away to admire him. His parted lips are plump from attacking my mouth, and he's breathing heavier than usual as if I've worked him up.

I crack a small smile before venturing toward my bedroom, all the while, hoping that Matthew is taking in the view of my backside.

"Where are you going?" Matt hollers scratchily as his fingers clasp around my wrist.

"Give me a few minutes, okay," I whisper while giving him a once-over. "The bathroom is at the end of the hall."

With that, I'm able to escape into my bedroom to slip into something sexier. One thing I was not planning for when getting dressed this morning was having sex. It's not normal for me to be ready for that all the time like I'm sure some girls are.

The sight inside my dresser drawer is disappointing. I don't own much lingerie, and for some reason, none of my pieces are speaking to me. I root around in the drawer again and end up settling on a pair of black lacy panties and a sheer black bra. After slipping into the ensemble, I top it off with a satin housecoat.

My stomach tightens when I hear a light knock on my door. The thought of Matthew's knuckles drilling into my skin makes my body shiver in the best way, and I let the feeling consume my mind as I strut toward it.

Matthew's eyes widen as he takes in my appearance; it's evident that he's viewing every inch of me. By how his eyes flinch quickly from his arm back to my eyes, lets me know that my touch has startled him.

The way he's looking at me now is making me melt. Never has a man as sexy as this looked at me in this way. I'll admit, I am decent looking, but I've never considered myself jaw-dropping.

I lead him into my room, all the while taking in his spectacular figure. Matthew's done me a favour by undoing his button-up, revealing his chiseled torso and v-line that is making my inner organs hum.

Matthew's face is soft, but his eyes are eager, searching every inch of me as if he's trying to settle on a place to start. He's a good few inches taller than me, which isn't an issue; I like a taller man and the feeling I get when being pleasured by him.

I allow my robe to fall open as I take his shirt's button-line between my fingers and begin playing with the button I was fondling before. Matthew's stare burns into me as I slide the shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing the bulging biceps I already knew were there.

"You should know," I start, as I slide my hands down the sides of his perfect body, "I'm not normally like this."

He chuckles softly into my ear. "Me neither."

His words brush across my neck effortlessly as his hands remove the robe from my body, exposing me. As soon as it hits the floor, Matthew's lips press to my neck. The soft, sucking motion causes a faint sigh to escape from my mouth, which seems to excite him. His hardness pressing against my leg through his jeans is taunting me. I want him, all of him, and I want it all over my body.

I pull him with me as I back toward the bed and swiftly climb onto it. I find myself kneeling in front of him as he frees himself from the denim covering his goods. My teeth grab hold of my bottom lip when he reveals himself to me. I must have given Matthew a come-hither look, because not a moment later he's hovering over me, grinding his hips against mine.

"You sure you want to do this?" Matthew asks as he's sliding my panties down my legs.

I cock my head at him. "Are you kidding?" I say, glancing down at where his erection is pressing against my body.

A grin appears on his face before he pulls off of me and kneels between my legs. "Condom?" he asks as he pumps his length in his hand.

"I'm on the pill." Before the words are entirely out of my mouth, Matthew is yanking my body toward his.