He didn't even bother to answer me, just rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his mouth pressed hotly against my neck. Matt's hands roamed over my body until they found the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head before returning his attention to my mouth.
His tongue worked against mine, my eyes were closed tightly as I savored the taste of his mouth on mine. It had the lingering taste of coffee, mixed with the essence that was purely Matt, a taste I could never get enough of.
Matt quickly tired of just kissing, though, and pretty soon, his mouth was trailing down over my chest. I could never get used to the sensation of his hot mouth on my skin, setting me on fire with each brush of his lips.
I let out a throaty moan as hands found the top of my pants. Once he got the button
