“Luke—”
“I know,” I say against her neck, tasting salt and the sweetness that’s only her. “I feel it too.” My heart is once again racing with anticipation. I have never been this close to anyone before. Madeline fills in all the cold emptiness inside of me. I didn’t know how bad it had become until she was there, filling me with her warmth. And I had to work for it. That only made it that much sweeter when I got it. I don’t believe I’ve really had to work for anything in my life before her.
She nods, breathless, and I sit up just enough to pull her shirt over her head, her bra quickly following. I freeze for a second, staring down at her and taking her in. Her breasts are perfect, small and soft with pink nipples already hard, begging for attention. My mouth waters to taste them. I can’t wait another second.
“Fuck,” I breathe out and lower my mouth to one, sucking gently, then harder when she moans and arches into it. Knowing I’m the one that’s giving her this pleasure only spurs me on more. Her fingers sink into my hair, holding me there, and I switch to her other breast, teasing it with my tongue. She truly is the picture of perfection, and I can’t get enough of her. I’ll never get enough. Not now, not ever. Thank God I have forever to try to get my fill of her.
I need more. I sit up and strip my own shirt off, then reach for her shorts, my fingers hooking in the waistband and tugging them down her long legs that are driving me insane. I can’t stop the thoughts of having them wrapped around me as I sink my cock into her over and over again.
I suck in a breath when I see she’s bare underneath. No fucking underwear. She’s been prancing around everywhere with nothing underneath. Then I stuff down the jealous bastard part of me, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Buttercup—”
“I was hoping,” she whispers, cheeks flushing. “Before. When I thought... I wanted to be ready. For you.”
I groan and drop my head to her shoulder, kissing the skin there, trying to get control of myself. She’s too much. She’s everything. She’s mine from now until forever.
“Don’t do it again.”
“What?” A small laugh leaves her.
“You’re running around without fucking panties. You’re going to drive me to the edge, and I might have to kill a few assholes.” She only laughs, thinking I’m teasing, but I’m not. Madeline knew when she left to come to the game what was going to happen between us. Planned for it.
I slide my hand between her legs. She’s already wet, slick, and warm, and I groan again, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re soaked.” Her body is already ready for me, primed.
“It’s for you,” she says and kisses me. “Only you.”
“I need to get a better look,” I tease her as I start to move farther down her body. I have to get her ready for me. Need her pussy to soften and open so I don’t hurt her. I know a few orgasms should do that. Well, from what I’ve read and overheard, that’s how it works. Not having any experience in this department, I’ll have to wing it. I don’t want this to be painful forher, but I know it’s inevitable. I’m a big guy, and while Madeline is tall, she’s still delicate and precious.
I settle between her legs, spreading her open with my thumbs. In a bed, I get to take more of her in than I could in the shower.
She’s beautiful here, pink and wet and already swollen, her pussy begging for my attention, making my mouth water.
I look up at her, making sure she’s watching. I want her to know what I can do to her body. That I can give her what she needs. That I’m hers and she’s mine.
I lower my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on her, and lick slowly from bottom to top.
Madeline gasps, her hips jerking, and I grip her thighs to hold her in place. Another silent message to her body, letting her know she’s not getting away from me, now or ever.
I do it again, slower, circling her clit with my tongue before sucking gently. She moans loudly, her hands fisting in the sheets. I keep at it, learning what makes her shake—firmer pressure here, lighter there, and the rhythm that has her panting my name. I listen to every sound she makes, the shifts in her body. I sink one thick finger into her, then another, opening her up for me.
“Luke, I’m—” She breaks off, gasping, her head shaking back and forth, and I feel her start to tighten. I don’t let up, continuing to work her with my tongue, and she comes loudly with a cry, her whole body arching off the bed, her thighs trembling around my head. My name pours past her lips.
I ease off slowly, kissing her inner thighs and her hip, giving her a second to breathe. Her tiny clit is extra sensitive now. But I’m not done.
“I need another,” I say before my mouth descends on her again.
She comes again, harder this time, her back bowing. Madeline’s hand grips my hair tightly, pulling, lost in her own pleasure. I enjoy the burn. I feel her pulse around my fingers and groan against her, desperate for my own release now, knowing her pussy will be gripping my cock the same way.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her throat until I’m hovering over her. She’s limp beneath me, eyes glazed, breathing hard but with a happy, satisfied smile on her face.
“We’re just getting started.”
She laughs, breathless, blinking a few times to clear her vision. Then pulls me down for a kiss. I know she can taste herself on me. What I’d given her. It only makes her kiss me harder.
“Need you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Luke. I want you inside me.”
I groan and reach down, guiding the head of my cock to her snug opening that’s soaked and dripping, still fluttering from her orgasms, and I push in slowly, feeling her stretch around me.
