He awakes with a start, shouting, “About time!”
Down buddy, not too fast.
“I want her!”
I know. I do, too.
Voice soft, Maddie asks, rubbing once more, “What are you waiting for? You need a more direct invitation?”
Taking her hand I rub again as my length grows, eyelids growing heavier with need.
Now can I have her?
Maybe.
Madison climbs on top of my lap, straddling me. She grips the hem of her t-shirt, tugs it over her head, revealing a black bra as she shakes her sweet-smelling hair out. “You’re invited.”
Now can I have her?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Groaning, I take in the view of ample flesh rising and falling with her breathing, sloped beautifully atop her overstuffed bra.
I massage her fluffy mounds, thumb these taut nipples with hungry dedication, the silky fabric a tease between us.
Dipping down, I kiss the exposed flesh as her fingers shyly slide into my hair, drifting down my neck.
Rapid goosebumps light up skin, inspiring a shiver as I cup her, slide one impatient hand around, unsnap this barrier, slide it off, freeing her.
Moldable breasts tumble into view and my breath catches.
In response, Madison bravely arches just a little, slightly thrusting her gorgeous chest out, nipples aroused.
As I massage her, she starts to yield to me, our eyes locked. I buck my hips up, crash our crotches into each other. The pressure is pure thirst.
Her eyelashes dip as she gulps.
It feels like I found the key to a door she’s kept carefully hidden from everyone but me. Everything happened so fast in that warehouse, and it was dark—we were distracted by the danger of it all.
But now…
It’s just me and Madison.
She’s opening up.
“I want it all,” I groan, bucking again and massaging her tits. She sighs and throws her head back, but thinks twice, locking eyes with me, hers worried that she looks dumb.
I grind on her, beg her, “Do it again. Throw your head back.”
She bites her lip, but gives it a try.
“Yeah, that’s it. Your breasts look incredible. And this exposed part of your neck…” I run a finger down it, then my lips travel up ever so slowly as I rasp into her trembling skin. “…it shows trust.”
Her fingers slip into my hair again, a little firmer this time. As I bend to lick her nipples and the feathery skin around them, I buck my hips, thrusting my bulge against the heat of her crotch.
“Your jeans are on fire,” I groan, closing my eyes and burying my face in her cleavage. “Can you feel the heat building?”
“Uh huh,” she breathes.
We grind some more, the demand for penetration becoming desperate in both of us. Her moans grow more courageous, hot as fuck, and I’m dying here.
My cock is attempting to punch his way out.
Suddenly I hear myself asking, voice deep and thick with desire for her, “Will you be my girl, Maddie?”
“What?” She searches my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I want to give this a real shot.” Kissing her lips I explore her for a second and confess, “Don’t want to be without you anymore.”
Her fingers trail along my shoulders, down my biceps, finally tugging at the sleeves of my t-shirt.
“Nicholas,” she murmurs and kisses me. This kiss is Madison’s answer. She embraces me, presses herself as close as she can, breaking free of my lips to burrow into my neck. “Please don’t hurt me.”
I flip her on her back, laying on top of her. “I’m fucking terrified, just so you know.”
She smiles up at me, soft dark brown hair splayed out on a silver throw pillow. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I smirk, “But I don’t give a fuck. Terrified is better than bored any day.”
We kiss for a very long time, tongues tasting, dancing, molding, communicating. It’s a bond I feel with her, that’s what’s different. I know that now.
I pause, catching my breath and thinking how to word this. “I want to clear something up before I strip you all the way naked.” Kissing her nose, her lips, her chin, I close my eyes a second and then look at her. “You’ve made a pretty big deal about my reputation, so I need to address something, make it really fucking clear to you. This isn’t just sex for me, with you. My heart is in it this time, Maddie.” I frown, because there’s a tug in my chest. “I’ve never asked someone to be mine before. Ever. So…I need something from you.”
She traces the back of my neck, sending more goosebumps flying as she guesses what I’m going to ask of her. “You want me to drop the past.”
“Yes. If we’re going to do this, we start fresh. That was them, us is now.”
Madison smiles, “Nice twist of an old proverb.”
“You like that?” I smile.
Biting her lip, she nods. “I think to start something real, that’s a great place to start.”
“Something that lasts.”
She blinks at me, surprised.
Done with talking, I kiss her deeply, embracing her, enjoying the soft moans she gives. We grind for a little while until I’m too fucking hard to take this any more. “Mine,” I murmur, and run my tongue just inside her parted lips.
Getting on my knees, I pull up her foot, slide her sneaker off and rub the arch of her foot, my fingers wrapped around her colorful sock as her toes stretch on her breathy, “That feels good!”
I reach for the other sneaker, toss it aside and rub that foot, too, digging my thumbs into both arches, massaging the balls, the heel, too, with sensual strokes. Her eyes are closed, breasts draped by gravity’s pull.
Gotta take the sweet opportunity to drink her in with my thirsty gaze until I mutter a guttural, “All mine.”
She peeks out of tiny slits, and smiles. “Keep saying that, Nicholas. I love it a little too much.”
Pulling off her socks, I toss them. “Mine.”
I go for her jeans, unzip them at an agonizingly slow rate. “Mine.”
Bending down I lick just above the lace rim of her panties, “Mine,” and
