about the mediocre sex, but the truth was sex had been scarce.
"I wouldn't call myself modest or anything," Matty said, "but you're examining my dick pretty hardcore and I'm starting to get a little self-conscious about it."
Genna's eyes darted to his face, her cheeks growing warm.
"Hey, it's okay," he said, cupping her chin and tilting her face up. "We don't have to do anything. You owe me nothing. I can knock it out in the shower if I need to, if you know what I mean. Not a problem."
His voice was playful, and she knew he was genuine, but man, those words made her feel guilty. You owe me nothing. He truly believed that. She could tell. But it was a lie, because she owed him the universe. She was his world, maybe, but Matty was the sun. Without the world, the sun would keep on burning, but without the sun, eventually, the world would die. Not to be melodramatic, but that was how she felt. Matty burned so bright that he kept her breathing, he kept her living, he made it so that she could create life. Without him, she'd be lonely, dark, and cold, withering away until there was nothing.
And he didn't even know it.
"I want to," she said, placing her hand on his thigh. "But it's just, you know... we can't do it here."
Matty's brow furrowed. "Why?"
"Because it's a little kid's room."
"Not anymore," he said. "They're long gone, Genna. They left before getting an electric can opener, remember? The kid who slept in this room is probably a hell of a lot older than us now."
"I know, but still... there are baseball posters and Boxcar Children books and I'm sitting on a freaking Batman blanket."
He looked around. "We can get rid of it all."
"No," she said quickly. "Ugh, that feels even worse. I can't throw away the kid's things just to ease my guilt over defiling his room."
"So, what, the shower?"
She rolled her eyes, standing up, and pushed him toward the doorway. "No, we'll just go across the hall. There's a bed in there."
Matty let her drag him to the room across the hall. "Pretty sure a kid slept in here at some point, too."
"Probably, but it doesn't matter," she said, wrapping her arms around him as he backed her up to the bed. "There's no Batman blanket."
Matty laughed, laying her down on the bare mattress. It was old, and not so comfortable, and she cringed to think of how unhygienic it might be, but goddammit, it was a bed, and they were going to use it. "What's your problem with Batman?"
"It just feels so innocent," she whispered. "Everything in there seemed so pure."
"And this room is, what? Not so innocent?"
"You could say that," she said as he nuzzled into her neck. "It feels cold. Figuratively speaking, and not literally, because it's still hot as fuck in here."
He hummed in response, placing a kiss on her throat, his teeth grazing her skin and lightly biting. Genna gasped, tilting her head, as she ran her fingers through his damp hair. Matty made easy work of her clothes, slipping them off and tossing them on the floor. She lay beneath him, stark naked, goose bumps springing up along her skin. His hands were all over her, touching, caressing, and leaving a trail of fire from his fingertips.
Matty reached between them, his hand drifting between her legs, stroking her inner thighs before he made his way to her middle. A chill radiated down Genna's spine, tingles encompassing her.
"So soft," he whispered, rubbing her clit with his fingers. "I've loved that about you since the very beginning. The Ice Princess had a soft spot."
"For you," she mumbled.
"For me," Matty said. "All mine, nobody else's… it'll never belong to anyone but me."
Genna smirked. "You're kind of hot when you get possessive."
He pulled back a bit to look at her. "You think so?"
She playfully scrunched up her nose. "Maybe."
Matty laughed under his breath, pulling his hand away from her to grasp himself. He stroked a few times, not that he needed to. He was still rock hard.
Shoving her knees further apart, Matty settled between her legs, not hesitating before lining up and slowly pushing in. His eyes fluttered closed, practically rolling in the back of his head, as he filled her, a soft growl escaping. "Fuck."
He rocked against her, pulling out before pushing back in. It was slow and sweet, and Genna waited for him to increase his pace, to give her more.