While my eyes are closed, Cannon must have moved lower because the next thing I feel is his tongue on my clit while his finger keeps thrusting in and out of me. I barely blink my eyes open. As soon as he looks up at me, just his stunning blue eyes peeking over my mound because the rest of his face is in my pussy, I come, screaming. My back bows up so hard that Cannon has to put his hand on my pelvis to hold it in place for his tongue to keep thrashing, sending me crashing and quaking into two orgasms before I have to beg him to stop.
I must lose some time, because the next thing I know, Cannon is above me again, a fresh condom on his shaft that’s bumping against my entrance. My hips lift in welcome, wanting him to take me already.
“You have no idea how sexy you are right now, looking sex drunk and so damn desperate for me.”
He’s right. “I need you right now,” I tell him as I reach for his neck to bring him down on top of me. He comes willingly, eager even. One minute my hands are on him, and the next Cannon’s pinning them to the mattress above my head and he’s sliding inside of me.
Again, I expect him to fuck me fast and furiously. But he doesn’t. He goes slow and easy, watching my face from inches above where I can’t lift my head or my hands to reach him. He’s torturing me in the best possible way. All I can do is wrap my legs around his waist to dig my heels in his ass to try and get him to go deeper, harder. It doesn’t work.
In fact, he uses his knees to spread me so wide I have to drop my legs. With that move, he straddles them with his to bring mine together so, so tight that there’s no way he can even…
“Oh fuck!” I shout as he enters me again when I’m impossibly tight. I have no choice but to feel every slow inch of him thrusting inside. It’s like he’s trying to crawl inside of me. I’ve never felt so connected or…owned by anyone before.
I look up at Cannon and lose myself in his beautiful blue eyes that are trying to tell me something that has nothing to do with the way our bodies are fitting together so perfectly.
The sex is better than great, it’s earth-shattering, and still, it’s not the most important thing right now.
Tonight, something else, something bigger is happening between us.
And I can’t decide if I’m elated or terrified.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cannon
Madison and I fell asleep last night wrapped around each other like blankets instead of bedding after the best sex of my life. It’s not something I’ve done before, the cuddling part. Sure, I may let a woman sleep in my bed after we fuck, but not on top of me. And I never felt the need to hold anyone all night, like I did with Madison. Subconsciously, I think I was worried that if I let go for even a second, she would get up and leave. Such a stupid thought and so ridiculous.
When I woke up spooning with her naked, my first thought was to claim her again, to make her mine before I let her leave this room and go out into the world where there are plenty of other men to choose from.
I almost went in without a rubber when she started grinding her ass against me, working my dick like she wanted me inside her as soon as fucking possible.
Thankfully, I always carry three condoms in my wallet, which is usually the maximum amount of times I can go in a night.
With Madison, I think I could spring back up, ready to go however many times she wanted me to.
If last night was slow, then the morning session was sloth-paced as I entered her from behind while still spooning and reached around to rub her clit the whole time. Madison came twice, possibly three times before I finally had to put her on her stomach to thrust deep enough to finish. It almost seemed wrong to be riding her back like a horndog, like she was too classy for doggy style. But when she came again, I figured she must not have minded the slightly rougher treatment.
After lying in bed only long enough to catch my breath, I roll off of her and say, “We should probably shower and get to the courthouse.”
“Yeah,” Madison agrees breathlessly, her head turned toward me, still on her stomach. Several strands of her mussed hair had fallen in her rosy face, but she doesn’t try to move them. She looks like a woman who was thoroughly fucked and loved every second of it as much as I did.
Yes, I fucking loved it too. I mean, I always like and enjoy sex, but I LOVED finally being with Madison.
Shit, why the hell do I keep using the L-word in my head?
Madison
Cannon hurries out of bed, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s anxious to get to court or he just wants to get away from me.
Nah. It has to be the first one. I’m not going to let my head try and spin last night and this morning any other way. I know what I felt and that’s impossible.
I lay in a boneless pile while the shower comes on in the bathroom, and then I finally find the energy to roll to my back, moaning the entire time out loud like it hurts. It doesn’t hurt. The problem is even small movements cause more tingles since I’m still incredibly sensitive.
Finally, I get out of bed
