"Matt, what are you doing?"
Karen giggled as he squeezed her hand in his, twirling her around so that she spun right back into his chest. Her breath smelled of wine and mint, and Matt chuckled along side her. When she pulled away from him, he continued to move, swaying his body to the music that wasn't there. He was almost out of breath already, and Karen took a step backwards, covering her mouth with a hand to muffle her loud laughter.
"Matthew! Oh, Matt, you are so trashed."
He didn't do anything but grin, his eyes closing in concentration to his movements. He swung his hands up over his head and turned in a tight circle, nearly losing his balance in the process. He stumbled, but Karen caught him with willing arms and he sagged against her shoulder, chortling uncontrollably.
"Kaz!"
She couldn't help a new string of giggles bubble its way out of her mouth, and she pushed him upright, her hands lifting to smooth away the hair that had stuck to his face. He let her, a smile pulling his mouth apart at the seams.
"How much have you had to drink, exactly?"
Matt shrugged, waving her question off. "I don't know. Enough, I suppose." He felt warm. A light sheen of sweat had appeared on his face and neck, but he seemed comfortable enough.
Karen scrutinized his face, absorbing the way that his eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim lighting. She felt the buzz herself and was careful not to let herself be completely overwhelmed by it. Yet, all she could do was laugh like an idiot. She laughed even harder when Matt suddenly chimed in with her.
They laughed at nothing for awhile, not remembering where they were. It had been a wrap-up party for the season, and the whole WHO cast had ordered Chinese food and drinks for the set. Dinner had been great of course. Matt and Karen led the conversations most of the time with a little help from Arthur and Moffat. Every body seemed to be really enjoying themselves – and so naturally, when the time came for the party to end, the dynamic duo wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet.
Breathing in through her nose, Karen was just able to stop her chain of giggles - though Matt had already wrapped his arms around his stomach.
"Matt, I don't even know where we are anymore!"
He snorted then, bringing on a whole new fit. She smacked the side of his head and he straightened up, biting his lip so hard that she thought he would break skin.
"Honestly, Kaz, I don't even remember myself. Weren't we at the TARDIS around five minutes ago?" Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Or were we in Amy's room?" He brought his face to his hands to keep from exploding again. "I don't know!" he said, sounding anything but exasperated. He sounded almost pleased at the situation, and Karen could see why.
The set was completely dark with all of the lights turned off. A few dim lanterns glowed through the abyss here and there, casting shadows everywhere they went. All of the buildings looked the same – so did all of the individual sets. Perhaps it was the intoxication, but she wasn't able to distinguish anything from anything anymore. Not that she exactly cared, of course. It was like she was on an adventure. It was eerie here, in the night – all alone. She threw a look at Matt whose face now seemed serene. Well, almost alone.
When Matt saw her looking at him, he smiled, his features lighting up with genuine happiness. She wondered what he was thinking when he suddenly reached out for her.
"Matt, what are you – OH!"
He scooped his hands underneath her arms and pulled her against him tightly, her toes leaving the floor in the process. Karen cackled in delight at the sudden feeling of her weightlessness, and so Matt held onto her even tighter, spinning her body around in a circle. Their laughter both echoed off of the hollow walls and when Matt began to feel lightheaded, he set her down, feeling his cheeks aflame with his own blood.
"Matt, that was strangely graceful, even for you! Actually, even more impressive considering your state, yeah?"
Matt's bright eyes were overshadowed by his spectacular grin. "If you think that's graceful, then watch this!"
Grabbing her again, he wrapped one arm around Karen's waist while he took her hand with his other, rotating them simultaneously so that they joined together in the waltz position. A little squeal emanated from the back of her throat, and she that thought he looked smug for a moment.
"Mmmm... that was even better. I admit it. You're good, Matt." He glanced down at her as their feet continued to move in a square motion and pressed his lips into her hair. She could feel his hot breath on her scalp and she shivered, though she doubt that he noticed, drunk as he was. Swallowing, Karen added, "I mean, when you want to be. You're good when you want to be." She didn't want to satisfy him too much in one night, right?
"When I want to be?" he repeated.
"Yes."
"Hm. Well maybe I should try something even better, then."
Karen giggled, shaking her head. Her hair tickled his cheek. "I wouldn't push it, Matt. You're not the rock star that you claim to be."
Matt scoffed, feigning offense. "Fine. But remember, you asked for this!"
Stopping their dance with an abrupt halt, Matt shifted his arm on Karen's waist, sliding it up to her shoulder blades. Clenching her hand in his, he bent his knees, dipping her towards the ground at an alarming rate. She screeched out a high-pitched laugh and threw back her head, feeling his breath once again on her skin, at the base of her throat. When she could feel his arms straining to hold her, she picked her head up to gaze at him and already found him staring into her eyes, fervently, she might add. Matt's face was only inches from hers and she felt her heart skip a beat, though maybe it was only the alcohol...
And then, they were falling. It didn't even take a second for her to smack down into the ground, while something smacked right into her. An 'oof' sound could be heard as Matt's body collided on top of hers, expelling all of the air from her lungs. She gasped, her eyes shutting closed at the impact. Another moment passed in silence and then Matt's warm hands were on her face, stroking her cheeks.
"Kaz! Oh shit, Kaz. I'm really, really, sorry."
Her eyelids fluttered open as she went to glare at his stupid face, but she couldn't. Matt's brows had pulled together at the bridge of his nose, and his lips were parted as if in anticipation. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were wide open with fear. He simply looked like a little boy who had done something wrong. She met his worried gaze with her own and smiled.
"Told you that you weren't that good."
His expression changed into a happier one, and he chuckled, embarrassed. "Shut up, stupid face." He let his head drop beside hers and into her shoulder, so that their cheeks were touching.
Sighing, her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his torso, patting and stroking his body, reassuring him that it was okay. When she realized that his full weight was still on top of her, she dropped her hands to his shoulders and shoved him sideways away from her, though he didn't budge.
"Matt, are you asleep?" she hissed between her teeth.
He raised his head quickly to prove that he wasn't, but his movement was clumsy and his mouth brushed against the edge of her chin. Warmth erupted inside of her belly then, though she suspected that it had nothing to do with her buzz.
"No, I'm not asleep, you dunce. Now, what did you want? I was rather comfortable, there." He spoke with harsh words, but Matt's eyes were kind and... scorching hot. They smoldered like liquid peridot beneath his long lashes, and she suddenly felt like she was drowning in them. They were pulling her in, deeper and deeper, until she truly couldn't breathe.
"Karen?" he pressed when she didn't answer. It still hadn't occurred to him that he was suffocating her.
"You're... squishing... me!"
He looked down at their bodies and gasped, immediately rolling off of her and landing on the ground beside her with a hard thud.
Karen breathed in deeply through her nose, appreciating the fresh wave of oxygen. She didn't appreciate his body away from hers, however. He was warm. He was Matt. He was... her Matt.
Her Matt?
Oh, great. Now the drunken stupor had decided to kick in. She silently berated herself for her thoughts and didn't even realize that Matt had already positioned himself into a crouch by her face.
"Are you okay, Kaz?" He sounded much less drunk now and more concerned for her than anything else.
She took a moment to compose herself and shook her head back and forth, as if to rid herself of her mental conversation.
"No? Did I hurt you?" Matt's voice was anxious now.
"No. No, sorry. I must be more drunk than I realized." Way, way more drunk.
Matt took her hands in his and hauled her upright, but she tripped over her own movements right into his chest. They both giggled and he dipped down to kiss her hair again. Karen unintentionally froze at the contact and she looked up, his eyes still on hers just like before. The peridot in his eyes was swirling again, and she could faintly remember the ghost of his mouth on her chin.
Her heartbeats came faster now, but only just. Not understanding the silence, Matt's eyes darted to the side, where it looked like another doorway had appeared.
"Hey, that might lead us outside or something, yeah?" His eyes flickered to the door again.
No. Karen didn't want to leave now. Not when she was like this. Like this and filled with warm, fuzzy, ridiculous feelings. But her head betrayed her.
"Yeah. Let's go find out, shall we?"
Matt laughed in joy again. Everything was so exciting to him tonight. It was fun to watch. "Come along, Pond!"
He took off running while holding her hand – running recklessly, actually. His intoxication still hadn't completely left him and it showed while he flailed about, nearly tripping over his own two feet every other second or so. They reached the door in a few moments and he jiggled the doorknob first, testing it.
"Well, it's unlocked," he stated, simply.
Karen pushed past him and opened the door, realizing at once that it was another dead end. Her hand reached out for the wall beside her and she felt the light pad nearby. Flicking the lights on, her eyes narrowed and she put a hand over them so that she could see properly. The brightness – it hurt her head.
She could hear Matt laugh loudly this time and she turned around to find him taking in his surroundings.
"What's so funny?" Karen asked, bewildered.
"Hmph. This is Moffat's office." Matt strode past Karen and started exploring the room, running his fingers over the giant, thick books settled in giant bookcases. Two cushioned chairs rested before a long, wooden desk that was placed at the far side of the room. Behind the desk was a large window gating the outside – the moon and the stars were out. This clearly meant that the door they were seeking should be near by. Looking around again, Karen even spotted a fake plant opposite where she was.
Weird. She'd never been in Moffat's office before. It was strangely simple for such a complicated man. Karen leaned backwards, unintentionally closing the door behind her. She yelped and stuck out her arms, accidentally flipping the light switch back off so that the room was suddenly shrouded in black.
"Hey!" Matt whined in protest.
Karen had dropped to the floor and attempted to blink away the darkness, feeling heat slowly creep up into her cheeks. She suddenly felt giddy. It seemed like she was correct about her state. She could feel a whole new kind of buzz radiate outwards from her body.
Or was that Matt?
"Kaz, get up!" Once again, Karen was unaware of Matt leaning over her. She felt herself being pulled off of the floor. Grabbing a hold of whatever she could to steady herself, Karen felt the smooth skin of his neck underneath her hands.
"You're almost as drunk as me, huh, Kaz?" He chuckled and then released her.
But she didn't let go of him.
She could see him now – through the darkness. She could see the outline of his face; his square and sturdy jaw, his floppy hair, his perfect lips. She inched forward towards him so that their bodies were touching and surprisingly, he said nothing. She felt his strong, lean arms wind around her back, slowly – almost hesitatingly. Karen could hear the sound of their breaths in the air: hers more shallow than his lengthy ones. Moments and moments passed by in silence, and nothing happened. She could feel his arms flex around her as if he was going to let go of her again, though he always decided against it. She removed one hand from his neck and traced the contours of his cheekbones, down to the hollows of his jaw before finally making their way to his mouth. She lightly pressed a fingertip to his lips and she felt his mouth open again. Karen let her finger drop down to his chin.
"Kaz..." he said.
His voice was soft like velvet.
"Yes?" she breathed.
"Karen." This time his voice came out in a whisper, and maybe even needy. She shuddered, her body lightly convulsing underneath his grasp. She hadn't realized that she had been leaning into him again until her forehead clunked against his. A breath hitched off in her throat and the same warmness came flooding back into her body. Slowly – so slowly she could hardly stand it, she snaked her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Her chest was pressed against his so tightly Karen could swear that she could feel her own heart beat compete with his.
"Karen," he repeated.
"What?" she tried to hide the irritation in her voice. The suspense was too much.
She could feel his head tilt downwards and she prepared herself for the impact. But what she received however, is not what she expected.
His breath was on her lips and she wet her own with the tip of her tongue. She was no newcomer to this kind of art and so she waited, and waited, and waited.
"Matt?"
He chuckled, blowing hotness into her own parted mouth. "You're good. But you're not that good."
What?
Wait, what?
She could hear his mouth open again, starting to form even more stupid words and so she growled, a low noise coming from her throat.
Karen threw herself into the kiss, and into his mouth. Oh, his mouth. It was perfect. She remembered kissing him in an episode in WHO, Flesh and Stone, but not like this. This time he kissed back, and he kissed back hard. Karen swore she heard a moan that was meant for only him to hear as their lips parted. Matt's mouth was soft and plump, and his chin cupped hers at the perfect angle – like they were meant for this.
Karen's hands twined into his hair, grasping at the strands at the base of his neck. She felt goosebumps erupt on her skin as his tongue collided with hers. He was gentle with her at first, but she pressed him – challenged him. He gasped when she pulled on his hair rather harshly, and she wanted to say that she was sorry, but not nearly enough for her to pull away from this... this heaven that she was in.
When Matt's hands slid to her bottom, she felt another wave of heat ripple through her body. She clawed at his back, turning her attention to his bottom lip to which she sucked and nibbled on. Matt pulled away and instantly attacked her clothes, prying open her button down flannel shirt. He undid the buttons faster than the average drunk and once again, Karen was impressed. She also noticed that her breathing had gone ragged - which should have been embarrassing, but oddly, was not. Letting Matt tear off her undershirt, Karen raked out her hair, letting her waves scatter about her shoulders. She stepped backwards before he could touch her again, much to his dismay.
Before Matt could ask, Karen smiled mischievously and dipped one hip to the side, lifting a hand to slide over her stomach, chest, and throat before winding into her own hair, which she then fanned out. She looked up from underneath her thick, dark lashes and was content to find him staring there, his mouth blatantly open with desire. Matt's peridot eyes darkened just a few shades, and he swallowed convulsively. While Karen played with her hair and angled herself so that he could see every perfect facet of her almost-bare torso, Matt grew more and more frustrated.
"What are you doing?" he nearly hissed.
She stalked towards him slowly, her hips swaying so seductively that it should have been a crime.
"What was it, again?" she said. "I'm not... that good?"
Matt's eyes were drawn to Karen's snow white skin now that it shone in the moonlight. Her bra was a classic black color, with lace sewn across its edges. There was even a tiny pink bow in the center piece.
His mouth watered again and he felt a finger underneath his chin, propping his head up. Karen raised an eyebrow inquisitively, her question still hanging in the air.
Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he opened them to find himself lost in Karen's emerald gaze. How did this happen? How could she render him so useless so quickly?
As if on cue, Karen grinned wickedly, no longer looking sultry as she did endearing. She wrapped her arms around her neck again and leaned in, closing the distance between their lips in a single, swift moment. Matt remained frozen in place like a deer in headlights as she took control of the situation. Sensing this, she broke free of his mouth and trailed off to his cheek, planting a kiss there. She angled her head to where she could get his jaw and peppered a few kisses around there, as well. Karen then moved down to his neck and hesitated slightly, smiling at herself. With Matt as still as a statue, Karen bent forward towards his skin, her tongue breaching the surface first. He felt her full lips shape themselves around his flesh and his eyes widened as she began sucking... hard. Matt stopped breathing.
When Karen noticed, she brought her head back up to meet his eyes. "So. I'll take that as an 'I am that good'"?
Matt tried to keep composure – to be "the man" in this situation, but her skin did him in. It was impossible for him to think when her bare stomach was pressed against his thin, cotton T-shirt. His hands skimmed up the length of her arms and she sighed, pursing her full, red lips. They didn't stop until they reached behind her ears and into her fiery, crimson hair and so he yanked her forward, his lips at her ear.
"Yes."
And then it was back to the fireworks.
Suddenly, it was Karen who hungered for skin. She felt Matt's mouth attach to her neck as she clawed and scratched at his back. Pushing him away, she kissed his lips briefly before helping him out of his shirt. With the both of them topless, Matt reached on her. As if he had never tasted liquor, he gracefully swooped down and grabbed Karen by the mid section, picking her up. She caught on quickly and wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing her mouth to his as he stumbled forward, causing Karen's back to crash against the office's door. Pinning her hips to the sturdy surface, he grinded into her, wiggling his core against hers. He broke off their kiss with a high pitched moan, burying his face into her neck. Karen's breathing turned harsh as he sucked and bit down on her neck, obviously trying to mark up any area that he was able. She was lucky they didn't have to film again soon.
He propelled himself into her again, eliciting a squeal from Karen. She arched her throat and maybe it was the sight of her flushed, and ready, and so, so, beautiful, but Matt couldn't help but gasp in response. His hands ached with the amount of pressure that he gripped her, but he ignored the stabs of pain and continued to grind his hardness against her core that was now so incredibly hot. He could feel her heat even through his own pants and so he drove into her again, and again, and again. Anything to preserve that glorious heat.
Bracing a hand against the wood behind them, he wrapped his other arm completely around her bare waist. Matt pushed against her with his entire body, and she felt her chest press against his own. Dragging on the deliberately intense movement, he secured himself as his lower body crashed against her jeans in a crushing force. He held them there, her back scraping the wall, and he nearly shouted when he felt her lift her hips, grinding against his stone hard core. A breath escaped through his gritted teeth, and his knees wobbled, forcing him to hold them down. Karen's eyes closed.
Slanting his head further down, he was able to get a hold of the top of her breasts. He was gentler there, only settling soft kisses on their surface despite the fact that that was the only thing he was capable of. Another thrust against her sent him reeling, and he finally dropped Karen, sagging against her lithe, slender body. She made no pause however. Cupping him through his pair of skinny jeans, Matt groaned loudly and caught her wrist, yanking it away. He bent down and undid the sequined belt that was looped around her pants before undoing the myriad amount of buttons that held the garment to her body. Dragging them down, Karen stepped out of them immediately and kicked them into oblivion. Matt saw that she was wearing matching panties – they were also black and lacy. And then there was the fact that they were also still on her. The moonlight streamed through the window behind them and rested itself perfectly on Karen's body, which Matt had never thought possible in a human being. Her skin was smooth, and warm, and soft. Pliable. Easily molded into his. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like silky fire, and her swollen lips looked even more red than they already had from in the beginning. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. She was impossible.
"Matt..." she trailed off.
Her eyes were wide and alert – but almost anxious. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head and laughed lightly. "No. I want... you, Matt."
Matt ran a hand through his hair – a nervous habit. "I know the feeling."
She stalked towards him, closing what little distance that lay between them. Placing her hands on his chest, she drew patterns across the planes there, absentmindedly doodling while examining him. His body was harder than the last time she saw it. Had he been working out? Matt made a noise in his throat as her hands trailed down his stomach. The skin was also hard there. She could feel his muscles flexing underneath her touch. Pressing lightly against them, she smiled in satisfaction before she felt her head being scooped up by an inpatient hand. Suddenly her mouth was occupied, but her mind still lingered... She forced Matt to bend lower as she leaned back and quickly unfastened his jeans. They too, were also quickly out of sight and out of mind.
Matt played with her hair while she glanced down at him there. He was wearing tight boxers, and his arousal was... impressive, to say the least. She smiled again. Reaching down to discard them as well, he stopped her with both hands.
"What?"
"An article of clothing... for an article of clothing." A gleam then revealed itself inside of his eyes.
Did he think she was scared? Or was he playing at something else?
When her hands plunged underneath the waistband of his underwear, his hands were suddenly at her back, undoing the clasps on her bra at the same pace that she slid his boxers down. Rolling her eyes, she removed them in one clean movement, and suddenly felt a cool breeze flit around her now naked chest. She wasn't sure where to bring her eyes. So she settled for his.
He was glancing down at her, an unreadable emotion burning inside of his gaze. Springing up on her tip-toes, she planted her mouth against his again, sighing when he plundered her own with his tongue. The act brought their bodies together again, which did interesting things to the both of them. He felt himself slowly slide across her belly. The sensation sent wild shivers down his spine and he unwillingly whimpered into her mouth, setting her skin on fire again. She bit down unthinkingly, and felt his lower lip between her teeth, to which she then let go. Pulling away from him for just a fraction of a second, she saw her unbridled desire in his eyes.
Karen began to search... they needed a suitable place and she didn't want the floor to be her only option.
When her eyes flitted over to the desk, she grinned, striding over to it. She placed a hand on the smooth wood, ignoring the other office-y items in her way. Yes... this would do.
Matt followed her and glanced back and forth, trying to guess at her intentions. And then it clicked.
"Moffat's desk?"
She giggled at how astonished he sounded. It was just a desk.
"Yup."
Matt's face displayed several things at once: incredulity, wickedness, insecurity, glee...
"But, what about the things on it?"
Karen snorted and removed what little things that were there. A mug full of pens and pencils, stacks of paper, a large flat calendar, etc. She scooped them up in an armful and dropped them on the other side of the desk, clearly pleased with herself.
"Are you sure?"
Karen narrowed her eyes – was he unsure about this?
"I'm sure. I mean, you're definitely good. But how good can you really -"
Suddenly she was not talking, or standing, but sitting, rather – perched on top of the wooden desk. It was cool against her flushed skin, but she hardly noticed for Matt was distracting her fairly well at the moment. His hands were everywhere now: in her hair, on her face, neck, sliding down her shoulders and chest, lingering there for awhile; sliding down further still, over her belly button, branching off to where her thighs parted. His lips were ravaging her already bruised mouth, and she growled, his hands or body or anything close enough to her. She locked her arms around his neck and crushed him to her, almost lifting her off of the table. But he pinned back her down, pushing her back flat against the cold, hard wood. She wanted to yell – was he really going to make her beg?
But he didn't – Matt was on top of her in a second, shoving her further up the long desk so that he wasn't hanging off of it. Only then did he lower himself onto her, to which she sighed gratefully. She fisted her hands in his hair again, breathing hard against his ear as he was working on her neck. She of course was also hyper-aware of the ache between her legs and the remedy to it right on top of her. Mewling, she pushed her hips higher so that they brushed along him, smiling as a tremor rocked his body. He was already sweating – she could feel the slickness on her body mingling with what was already there. The both of them panting like wild animals, she deliberately scraped her nails along his back, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Tell me something."
"What?" she snapped. Like this was the time to be talking?
"Are you Amy now... or Karen?"
Unexpectedly, she laughed. She should have seen that coming – it was always a game between them. Matt had always said that Amy and Karen were the same people. He often asked her who she was at any given moment – purely for his mere enjoyment of course.
"I'll give you a guess."
She grasped the fistful of hair she had in her left hand and pulled back, exposing his throat to her. She leaned up and bit down, hard, before sucking on the now-bruised skin and then finally, kissing it. He yelled loudly in protest, but quieted down as soon as she began nurturing the spot.
"Okay! Okay. You're Karen."
"Oh, you're so brilliant!"
"Wait."
"Argh!" She let her hands drop and turned her face to the side. "What?"
"I don't have anything on me, Kaz."
She looked up at him – he was clearly worried now. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "I'm on the pill. Don't worry about it."
It took a second but Matt accepted this, and bent down to start anew. But not before another brief pause.
"Matt, I swear to God I will slap you. Please!"
He smirked an arrogant smile. She was begging now. This was good.
"I'm just curious! Why are you on the pill?"
She yanked his face to hers and immediately tried to devour his mouth whole, all the while pushing her hips up to meet his, rocking against them. He was trying to work it out in his head before it finally clicked.
"Oh," he murmured under her lips.
"Now," she breathed, desperate. It wasn't a plea, but might as well have been.
She waited patiently as he adjusted himself. Untangling a hand from her head, he brought it down to himself. She had her hands on his back, obviously trying to pull him closer throughout the whole process. They both gasped as his hardness made contact with her sopping core, and he slid in roughly, warmth greeting the both of them like an old friend.
"Oh, God," he whispered, dropping his face into her hair.
She made a noise of contentment and urged him to start moving.
Pushing himself up by his elbows, he found handholds above her head where the desk ended. He gripped onto the table's edges while Karen found her own, by the sides of the desk, as it was taller than it was wide. Wiggling his hips a little bit, Karen's eyes to rolled into the back of her head. He slowly started to remove himself from her and then thrusted inside again, biting back a moan as he did so. Matt moved slowly at first, careful not to push too hard and set the both of them off balance. He just couldn't believe that he was having sex on his boss' desk. With Karen. The world of WHO clearly held no limits.
Chancing himself, he thrusted hard into the goddess writing beneath him once more, receiving a yelp of pleasure in response. He almost smiled, but was too busy concentrating.
This was more difficult than he thought...
As if she could hear his thoughts, Karen groaned. He peered down at her in wonder.
"What?"
"This isn't working."
"What isn't?" Had he done something wrong? Matt suddenly felt a stab of... well something.
"The desk!"
Oh. "What do you want to do, then?"
Like she had already planned this, Karen shifted their bodies slowly – but gracefully, so that he was now under her.
"Mmmm... I see," he almost purred. This position did have its advantages.
Karen smiled, leaning down to kiss him. Her hair tickled his face and he tucked it behind her ears, skimming his rough hands over the soft skin of her back. On cue, she bucked forward, clenching her hands as she did so. She rolled her body so expertly that Matt could only claw at her in retaliation. She was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Rolling her hips over his, she had him panting and moaning her name in a matter of seconds. Occasionally she would lean down to silence his lips with her own, but mostly she focused on her movements.
Matt's hands slid up her body and found her swollen breasts. He cupped them together, and absentmindedly rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, that is, until she grinded against him so hard that he accidentally pinched down on the tender skin. Karen whimpered in pain, but swooped down to hush his apologies away once more.
He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. He was sweating profusely now, and so was she. Swiveling her hips still, she started making lazy figure eight shapes until she cried out, stopping entirely. She was close.
Matt suddenly shot up so that their chests touched. He kissed her again, deeply, this time. He bucked himself into her as she rolled down onto him, and they both moaned in unison. When he couldn't catch his breath, Matt moved his face away to her shoulder, where he trailed along a string of kisses. She wound her fingers in his hair again as she allowed him to set the pace. He was close to her, but not close enough. She couldn't physically get any closer, and it wasn't enough. Frustrated by this, she used her anger as a medium for her motions. Taking on a new energy, she arched her back, forcing his body to become even more intertwined with hers than it already was.
"Karen," he choked out.
And then she knew that had about another thirty seconds.
Digging her nails into his shoulders, Karen rode him even harder. Matt threw his head back and sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tight. The sight made Karen even more wired, and she suddenly felt it – building up from the center of stomach. She whimpered wildly, almost as if she were in pain. Matt clenched his teeth together and gripped her waist with such force that he thought his knuckles might break.
"Matt," she whispered, wincing in what could only be painful pleasure. Hearing his name come out of her mouth shocked him for reasons he didn't understand, but was such a turn on.
He thrusted into her with as much force as he could exert, and it was enough to send her spiraling. She kept moving, but her mind was elsewhere. Stars exploded behind her eyelids and she bit down on his shoulder, muffling her loud, blatant cry of ecstasy. Her face contorting, she bit down on her lip hard.
"Yes... Matt..."
He continued to watch her as she rode out her intense finish. Her eyelids drooped, but she pressed her forehead against his shoulder again, whispering "Matt" in almost-silent, little intervals.
Matt could have gone on to watch her if he was able, but he was too occupied himself. Every wave of her orgasm squeezed him tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe. He was warm – so incredibly warm. Matt continued to thrust into her, and in his final thrust, he peaked, holding onto such soft flesh that he thought it would break. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream and he shut his eyes violently, shuddering as each spasm rocked his lower half. He half-grunted, half-whimpered out her name, barely able to enunciate it.
He sputtered, crying out violently. His body was over-sensitive, now. Just the movement of her slowly easing them down onto the desk had him groaning as if he had never finished.
But then he was aware of her lying on top of him, her head at his chest. Matt smiled, winding an arm around her waist while the other came up to stroke her cheek. She was even more beautiful now, with her body flushed pink.
He could feel a faint echo of a headache starting to come on. Was it a hangover? He almost cursed at the thought.
Moments passed in silence again, and Matt assumed that Karen had fallen asleep. Was that the case?
Again, as if she had heard him thinking, Karen propped up her head and grinned. "So!"
Matt raised an eyebrow.
"You are good."
He chuckled, stroking her back again. He pressed his lips against her slightly matted hair. "So, what next, Pond?"
She sprung out of his arms and off of the desk in excitement. The devilish gleam was back in her eyes and she beamed at him, satisfied at his confusion.
"Now, Matthew... it's time for Round 2."
