It was wild, all hands, touching, and taking everything we needed.
Reaching between us, I slipped my finger inside of her wetness, and she gasped against my lips. Mimicking her early movements, I pushed in deep before pulling back over and over. She was so wet, so ready, and though I wanted to give her what she needed, I also wanted to drag it out just a little longer.
“My God.” The words fell from her lips in a sigh, making me smile when she wrapped her hand around my erection. My ego led me to believe it was due to my size, but then again, it could also be related to the way I ensured the palm of my hand glided over her clit each time I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back into her warmth. Her hips continued to shift against me, riding it out.
She hurriedly tried to push my pants and boxers down my thighs, and I allowed her to do all the work. I was enjoying the fact that she seemed frantic to get me naked.
“Condom,” I said, grabbing for my wallet before she slapped my hand away.
“No.” I pulled back, looking into her blazing eyes, and waited for her to explain. “I get the shot,” she panted. “Depo,” she added, “every three months consistently. I’ve never missed one. I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone since my last test over eight months ago.”
Was she honestly saying that—
“I want you.” Her movements paused as she looked at me and nothing else. “I trust you, Mike, and I have never trusted anyone to have this. It’s only you. I want this for us.” Then it was like something hit her as she wrinkled up her brows. “Unless you don’t want that? I meant unless you’re—”
“I’m clean, too.” I was still reeling from this new development. “It’s been a lot longer for me than eight months.” Being in the military didn’t open a lot of windows to meet ladies, the kind that wanted something more than to say they’d been with a soldier, that was. I wasn’t the kind of guy that hooked up often. “I’ve never not used protection, Maddison, but with you, I’d take that step. Only you.” She instantly seemed pleased as she again began to push my boxers lower.
I tried to help. My pants pooled at my feet; I began to lift and pull to get them the rest of the way off.
Once freed, I grabbed the belt of her robe, pulled it free, and watched as her entire body came into view. Her tits were the perfect handfuls, and I reached out to run my thumbs over her hardened nipples. Her back arched, pushing them into my hands. When I gave them a gentle squeeze, she moaned, and that was all I could take.
Hooking her around the waist, I lifted her like she weighed next to nothing. Compared to me, she did.
Her legs around my waist, she shifted against me, and her wetness glided over my cock. “Yes,” she groaned out, rotating her hips, causing the head of my cock to hit her exactly where she needed me to.
Then, without any bit of warning, she lifted herself and shifted downward, taking me inside of her. Her warmth engulfed me, and a tingling feeling ran through my legs and groin.
“Damn.” I was not complaining at all. I was just surprised. Backing up, I turned her body and found the nearest wall to gain stability. The sound of her back hitting the wall worried me a bit, but when she started to move, taking me in over and over as she dug her claws in to my shoulders, I knew it was all okay.
In fact, it was a hell of lot more than just okay.
It was fucking shattering, and I understood that after this, there was no going back. This woman was mine. She would always be mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maddison
It was dark outside. The apartment was now silent as I lay on my stomach in the center of my living room floor, sprawled out with my chest feeling slightly itchy from the shag rug beneath me. But I was too exhausted to move.
I wasn’t even sure what happened. Okay, so wait, I knew what happened, but most of it was a complete blur. My legs were still trembling from being wrapped around Mike’s waist so tightly, and the whisker burn on my neck, shoulder, and yes even on my inner thighs, still felt slightly chafed. But I had also never felt this amazing before, this relaxed and well loved.
Correction: very well loved.
There was definitely one specific scene from our night that there was absolutely no possible way to forget. In fact, it continued to play out in my mind again and again.
Mike started kissing at the base of my back, where it dipped before rising once more to the swell of my ass. His tongue tasted me, in between lingering kisses, gliding over me ever so slowly, I knew simply to drive me mad. I fisted the rug beneath me, arching my back, which only managing to make my ass lift higher into the air. He gripped one cheek firmly while continuing his drawn-out assault, teasing me slowly. I had never been that turned on before, so powerless to control it and quite frankly not wanting to. I was elated, wanton even, as I shifted myself against him and loved the way he reacted to me in turn.
I wanted to beg him to take me, beg him to stop the torturous task he continued to offer, but each time I opened my mouth to say the words, he would glide his tongue over me once more, and I would lose all thoughts. Like some brainwashing power he had to throw
