Madeline had never had such athletic sex in all her life. But, hey, she thought as she snuggled into his shoulder, listening to his deep even breathing as the first rays of dawn crept across the sky, at least she now knew she was capable of a marathon.
But it had been more than that, it had been fun. She’d had fun. Marcus had been flirty and humorous. He had made her laugh, he had made her blush and, God help her, he had made her come more times in one night than she had ever thought possible.
She’d never known she was capable of such an amazing feat. Sure, she’d experienced orgasms before but they’d always been hard won. Marcus had barely even touched her and she had combusted every time. How he did it she didn’t know, she didn’t care, she just never wanted him to stop.
She couldn’t believe she had been fooling herself for an entire decade. She was a sexual being and she wanted to yell it from the rooftops. And she wanted more. As much as he could give her. She had a lot of catching up to do. She yawned and smiled as sleep finally claimed her.
Marcus woke a couple of hours later, the weight of Madeline’s head on his chest. He looked down and her red ringlets were spread across his chest just as he had fantasised about when they had first met. Their marathon sex session in all its glorious detail came back to him and he smiled to himself.
He hoped she wasn’t through using him for rebound sex yet.
OK, rebound sex rules were very clear — it was a one-off deal. But it wasn’t like these rules were written anywhere and as long as they were both still on the same page, then what could it hurt?
He toyed with one of her curls and stretched it out gently. The sun slanting through the blinds caught a golden highlight, transforming it to a strand of fine gilt thread. He dropped it and stroked his hand over her head and down the length of her hair, feeling the springiness beneath his palm.
She murmured and he stopped, not wanting to wake her. If she was half as tired, half as exhausted as him, she was going to need to sleep for a week to get over it. He smiled again, thinking about her generosity in bed, and there was a strange tightening in his chest.
He shifted slowly, gently displacing her, preferring not to dwell on that odd sensation. He was also experiencing a tightening elsewhere and knew it was time to get up or he and Maddy would never make it to work today. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked behind him, running his eyes up and down the length of her body. She’d rolled on her back, her legs tangled in the sheets, her stomach and breasts uncovered.
The urge to trace a finger between her breasts and down her stomach beyond the sheet was overwhelming and he stood immediately. Striding into the en suite, he turned the cold water on hard, catching his breath as he stood under the freezing needles.
Madeline vaguely heard the running water and slowly opened her eyes. She stretched and then curled into a ball as her internal muscles protested. The bed was empty but she could still smell Marcus’s aftershave and she hugged her body and smiled to herself as she remembered every Technicolor detail.
She got up and wandered into the en suite. Marcus stood with his arms braced against the wall, facing the shower head, his head down, his eyes shut, the water running down his back.
‘Good morning,’ she said as she opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. ‘Enough room for two?’
He opened his eyes and smiled at her and he wanted her again. ‘Of course,’ he said, making room.
She smiled and stepped under the spray, gasping and flinching at the unexpected temperature, her body facing his. She shut her eyes and ducked her head under the water, allowing it to run all over her naked body enjoying the cold after the initial shock.
Enjoying the feel of Marcus’s eyes on her body. Enjoying the thrill of sexual power.
Marcus swallowed hard as he watched the water run over her breasts, the cold scrunching her nipples instantly, down her flat stomach and cling to the red curls at the juncture of her thighs. She opened her eyes and caught him staring and he didn’t care. She gave him a flirty, knowing smile and he shook his head.
‘Tease.’
She grinned. ‘This water is freezing.’
‘I know. I needed it.’ He reached past her to add some hot.
‘You didn’t wake me,’ she chided.
‘No,’ he said, electricity thrumming through his veins, at the sight of her wet and naked and patently wanting more. ‘But it wasn’t easy.’
‘Well, for that, I’m going to have to punish you,’ she teased, her voice light and flirty.
He chuckled. ‘Oh? What did you have in mind?’
Madeline smiled at him, turned on by the mere thought of what she was about to do. She pushed him back against the shower wall and stood as far away as his erection allowed. She looked at him, holding his gaze for as long as she could bear it, and then knelt before him.
Marcus shut his eyes and groaned loudly as her warm lips and hot mouth closed over him. If this was a punishment, he was going to be bad for ever.
‘Oh...my...God,’ he groaned, and gave himself up to the pleasure.
Madeline made it to work just in time for her first appointment. Marcus had dropped her home so she could change her clothes and she had waved him goodbye reluctantly.
Plonking her bag on her desk, she sat in her chair, absently swinging herself round and round feeling exhilarated despite her two hours’ sleep.
She couldn’t remember feeling this alive in a long time.
It was as if she’d been in limbo all
