“There, please,” she begged.
He knew just what to do, licking around her nipple, teasing and taunting before he let his tongue flick over her pebbled bud. Then he sucked it into his mouth, nibbling softly before suckling harder, until the edge of pain made her gasp. She bit her lip as she felt the wetness pool between her legs. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention, and by the time he was done, she was writhing beneath him, drenched and aching for him.
His hand slid down between her thighs, two fingers parting her, stroking through the slick heat he had made.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmured against her breast. He worked her until she was trembling, until her hips were chasing his hand, and only then did he settle himself between her thighs.
“Madeline,” he groaned, the tip of his cock teasing her seam. Teasing, sliding, until she thought she might weep from the wanting. Then he finally drove into her, and she gasped at the feeling of fullness, at every thick inch of him stretching her,filling her completely.
“Look at me, Madeline.”
She obeyed, meeting his gaze. He was no longer hiding from her, his eyes steady on hers, revealing so much. She dug her fingers into his hard, smooth shoulders, heat already coiling in her lower belly, ready to snap.
“Oh, Kenneth, please...” she breathed.
He started to move with long, deep strokes that pushed her higher and higher, the heat inside her tightening more and more. Her breath grew short and ragged, and he captured her lips with his. His kiss was bruising, and she enjoyed it that way. She wanted him fully present, a man of burning heat.
“I love you,” he murmured against her mouth as he quickened his pace, his hips slapping against hers now, the bed beginning to rock beneath them.
Madeline was torn. She wanted him to slow and stroke every nerve within her, to keep her on the edge of bursting for as long as he could. And she wanted him to pound into her until she shattered. Somehow, he knew just what she needed, and in one smooth motion, he rolled them both until she ended up astride him.
“Kenneth?”
Excitement and uncertainty blended within her. They had never made love like this before, with him beneath her.
“Take control, Madeline,” he commanded, his hands settling on her hips. “Ride me.”
At first, she was hesitant. She rolled her hips over him once, then again, until she found a pace she liked, bracing her hands on his chest. Then she found her rhythm and took him hard and deep, sinking down onto him over and over while his fingers dug into her hips and guided her. The new angle let him reach deeper inside her, and she cried out at it. She leaned forward to deepen the connection, the tips of her breasts grazing his chest with every stroke, and his hand came up to close around her throat, just firmly enough to make her head swim.
“Oh, God, I love you,” he said, his voice ragged. “I love you so much, Madeline.”
That was all it took. Her world dissolved into pure sensation, her body clenching and fluttering around him, her sex gripping him tight as she came apart. The sight and feel of it broke what was left of his control, and with a hoarse groan, he gripped her hips and slammed up into her one last time, spilling himself deep inside her as she pulsed around him.
He consumed her, and knowing that she consumed him, too, made everything so much more intense. Madeline could not think of another time they had been so vulnerable to each other.
After their breaths had evened, Madeline rolled off Kenneth. He lay on his side, with his arm around her waist. She smiled happily when he pulled her back against his chest. It felt good to be wanted. It felt wonderful to be loved.
Kenneth rested his chin on the top of her head, even as his fingers idly traced her nipple. She whimpered.
“What are you doing?” she asked teasingly.
“I cannot get enough of you,” he groaned.
She merely chuckled at that, even as she felt him hardening behind her once more.
“I have been thinking,” he continued.
“Oh, you were? I thought something else was happening,” she murmured, as she rolled her hips to feel his hard length against her buttocks.
“We must visit your family soon,” he said seriously, even as he squeezed her breast.
Madeline blinked. She did not expect those words to come out of his mouth at that moment.
“Whatever for?”
“I must apologize. They did not have to witness what happened that night at dinner. I had not been... I did not treat them as I should have. I did not mean any disrespect.”
Madeline thought about the situation. She could understand him completely. He wanted to lower his pride and apologize for something he felt responsible for. Kenneth was no longer living behind his walls. He was willing to reach out.
