Chapter twenty-nine
Novah
I love this apartment and I got everything I could've possibly wanted and I hadn't even told Matt.
I got a window seat, a nice fridge, and kitchen, a spacious bathroom, and a grand closet.
Hell, I love everything about this apartment.
I love how sweet Matt is being right now. I love everything right now.
I hear the door creak open.
Matt said he was going to the car real quick but I knew it was only gonna be a number of minutes before he was in the bathroom with me.
He always stays in the bathroom with me when I'm showering.
I'm pretty sure he has nothing better to do and is bored.
"Novahhhhh......" he says playfully.
"Mo Mooooo......." I say sing-song like.
"Moo? Are you a cow?"
I laugh.
"Do we have to go back to the dorm rooms?" he whines.
"Yes. I promised Ezra that......"
"You don't owe Ezra shit,"
"I promised, Matt,"
"Ugh fine. I am not looking forward to seeing Skylar either,"
"I'm really sorry about her always putting you down,"
"No, she's right. She's trying to be a good friend. She's just a big bitch about it,"
"But it's not cool for her to talk about my boyfriend like that right in front of me,"
He laughs. "Your boyfriend?"
"Yes, my boyfriend,"
"I like that," he says.
"I'm glad," I say and smile to myself. He's such a cutie.
I turn the water off and come to the realization that I don't have any towels.
"Shit, shit, shit. I forgot to bring towels,"
"I have some,"
He goes into the bathroom storage closet and pulls out a stack of white towels.
"Where'd you get those from?" I ask and slide the glass shower door open.
"Towels are important so I bought some,"
I shake my head.
Matt holds the towel in his hand, staring at me.
"Can I have it?" I giggle.
"I'm thinking," he says distractedly, pupils dilated.
"About what?" I ask, still giggling.
I can't tell what exactly Matt is staring at but now I'm starting to get self-conscious. I've always had and still have major body image issues.
I wrap my arms around myself and Matt takes a step toward me.
He looks down at my body and places his hand on my lower back gently.
His eyes are distant and it always kind of scares me when he does that. He's a very passionate, emotional person and when he goes cold like that, I really hate it.
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, hoping that it will brighten his distant eyes.
He lifts me up and I squeal.
He carries me int the bedroom and lays me out on the bed.
He hands me the towel.
"Dry off," he says blankly.
My laughter dies off.
Why is he being cold?
Is he okay?
I wrap the towel around my body and walk out of the room to go get my bag.
"Where are you going in that?" Matt asks from down the hall.
"To get my bag,"
"Its right here," he says quietly. He holds up the black bag and I walk back down the hall and into the master bedroom. Matt is standing at the door.
He hands me the bag, not looking me in the eyes.
Why is he being awkward?
Did I do something?
I feel awkward taking my towel off in front of him.
I clear my throat.
"Matt, can you....."
"Oh," he turns and leaves the doorway.
I sigh.
We were doing so good and now Matt is......I don't even know.
I'll have to talk to him when I'm finished getting dressed.
I put my bra and a clean pair of black panties on.
I pull on a casual, fitted black dress. It's plain, no patterns. Just solid black, the way I like it.
I put some deodorant on and sit down on the edge of the bed.
I take my hair out and comb the wet strands out, in eerie silence.
It's so quiet. It's kind of making me nervous.
I wish Matt would talk to me.
I continue combing out my hair, water droplets flying everywhere.
Once all my hair is combed out, I tie it back into a low-bun.
It's the easiest thing to do and I don't have any hair product so I can't leave my hair out. It'll get frizzy as fuck.
I grab my moisturizer out of my bag and walk into the bathroom.
I wipe the steam off the mirror and apply some moisturizer onto my face.
I rub it into my skin and smile at myself in the mirror.
At least my teeth are clean and my breath is fresh.
I turn the faucet on and cup my hands under it, letting the water run into my hands. I drink the water up and gargle it in my mouth before spitting it back out.
I turn and am startled to see Matt standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
"You scared me," I laugh.
He does the weird half-laugh, half-throat-clearing thing that is really awkward.
I walk up to him and lean my body against his muscular, tall one.
"Why are you being weird?" I ask him.
"Weird?"
"Yeah, you're being distant,"
"Sorry, sometimes I get that way when I'm uncomfortable,"
I frown. "Why are you uncomfortable?"
"Because I don't know how to be a boyfriend and you said that I was your boyfriend, so I'm confused and don't know what to do and I'm afraid that I'm gonna mess up and I don't want to mess up, I want to be perfect like you are and...." he starts rambling.
"Matt, baby," I cup his face with my hands and kiss his cheek. "You were doing so good before you started doubting yourself. Just be your normal sweet self and that'll be enough for me,"
He just stares at me and his eyes soften.
His face calms and he no longer looks tense and awkward.
"And, I love you. Remember that Mo Mo,"
He kisses me on the lips and lifts me up by my waist.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he kisses me some more before carrying me over to the bed.
He sits me on the edge of the bed and scrunches my dress up to my waist.
He kneels and starts kissing my thigh tenderly, grasping my other thigh with his hand.
I lean back on my wrists and take in his soft, wet kisses and what its eventually going to lead up to.
"I love you so much," he says while kissing my upper thigh.
He hooks his fingers around my panties and slides them down my legs.
The anticipation......
He lifts my dress up some more, up to my stomach.
He takes a hold of my ankles and yanks my body forward so that I am lying down, flat.
"Open," he says. I spread my legs for him.
He starts circling his finger around my wet, swollen clitoris, teasing me.
I groan in frustration.
He kisses my inner thigh, leaving me wanton.
"Matt, just......fuck......"
He chuckles and penetrates me with the tip of his finger, slightly.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8cvUh1ykZJ
I grip the sheets within my fists and groan deep in my throat.
Why won't he just........go hard, already?
"Matt, stopppp....."
He kisses directly next to my clit and I have the urge to buck my hips upward towards his mouth. That's how much I'm craving his mouth.
"Please, just......" I pant.
I can't even form a full sentence.
This man does unspeakable things to me.
He pushes his finger in all the way and presses his thumb, full-pressure on my throbbing clit.
"Ahhhhhh!" I scream and release as liquid squirts out onto Matt's fingers.
I sit up quickly.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know...." Matt stuffs his finger into my mouth and I taste my juices.
I suck on his finger and gently bite the tip and he smiles.
I climb to the edge of the bed and kiss his lips.
"Stand up, please," I say happily.
He stands up and I pull down his pants and boxers.
I get off the bed and push him down so that he is sitting down at the edge of the bed.
I climb onto his lap and guide his cock inside of me.
I press my lips against his as his hard dick straightens inside of me.
He groans against my mouth and I start bouncing on his lap.
I break my mouth away from his lips and throw my head back.
Matt tightens his grip on my hips as I keep moving up and down on his erection.
"Oooohhhh....Mattttt......."
I place my hands on his shoulders and grind hard on him.
"Damn, Novah......." Matt groans.
I get a sharp ache in my lower stomach and fall against Matt's body as I climax.
Matt cums just as I do.
"Did I......was that...." I try to get my words together. "Did I do good? I know usually you're on top,"
"You did great, baby," he says dotingly. "I can tell you're fucking spent," he laughs.
"Yeah, I tried my hardest but I just don't have as much energy and stamina as you,"
He smiles, humorously.
"I've been fucking since I was fifteen. I've had plenty of practice," he laughs.
"I know. I don't know anything,"
Matt stops laughing.
"Yeah, you do. You know how to make me hard every minute of every day,"
"You always make me feel so good about myself, Matt,"
I hook my arms around his neck and kiss him.
"I try," he says modestly.
I snuggle against his body.
"We should probably get going," I mumble.
"Are you tired, baby?"
"A little," I say against his chest.
"We can take a nap for a little while before we go,"
"Okay," I murmur.
He lifts me off his lap and his dick slides out of me.
Liquids spill out of me.
"What the hell is that?"
"It's just a little cum, that's all. Lay down," Matt says.
I grab my panties off of the floor and pull them on.
Matt walks into the bathroom and I take off my bra and place it, folded, on the nightstand.
I hate sleeping with a bra on.
Matt comes out of the bathroom with a washcloth and wipes up the mess.
I close my eyes and lay my head on the pillow.
I'm a little sore, actually.
I hear Matt walk back into the bathroom.
I turn over and lay on my belly.
Matt gets into the bed next to me.
"We can just rest for like twenty or thirty minutes so that we can go back to the dorm rooms."
"Okay," he says and turns on his side, facing me.
He drags his finger down my cheek and down my neck.
I close my eyes and let myself be calm.
"Matt,"
"Mhmm?" he says while still caressing my face.
"Talk to me,"
"What?" he laughs.
"I wanna hear you just talk to me. About anything,"
"Okay.....well....." he says as he's drawing circles on my skin with his finger. "I like fire. I think it's really beautiful. Sometimes I wish I could walk right in the middle of a blazing fire. Not with the objective of dying but to feel the scalding heat,"
I never knew that about him. I'm glad that he's telling me things about himself, even if they seem small.
"When I was a kid, I liked this girl that went to my school and I was really nice to her and all that. I bought her shit with my money and complimented her hair and made sure she felt pretty. The day I told her I liked her, she told me that she'll tell me tomorrow if she likes me back at school the next day. I went to school the next day looking my best, all dressed up and she wasn't there. I thought she had gotten sick or maybe had a doctor's appointment or something but she didn't show up to school for the next month. I asked one of the neighbor kids and they told me that she had moved away. The day I told her I liked her. And she never answered me. I got played for a fool, man," he laughs loudly. "It was hilarious. I was such a dumb kid, bro,"
I clear my throat. "You weren't dumb, Matt,"
I feel his finger resting on my closed eyelid.
"Its funny, though, because that shit never happened to me again. But I was never nice to girls again. I was a dick and I still wondered why girls liked me so much. I was a little confused in all honesty....." he continues talking and I lay my head on his chest and feel his body warmth as he tells me random stories and things about himself.
I think I like this more than sex.
Him trusting me and sharing things about himself. I feel so, so special.
I start drifting off into a light sleep, still able to hear him talking.
The sound of his voice puts me to sleep.
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