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I kiss her until she can’t breathe, and then I kiss her some more. I give her time to pull away if she doesn’t want this to go any further. I push the hair back from her face.
“I want to be different to you,” she admits, looking away like the truth is too much for her to bear. Or like it’s too much for her to admit out loud.
“You are different. You’re more.”
She searches my face as the silence stretches. “The guys on the Hawks will just think you’re a stud if you show up with my mark on your neck.”
I think she’s trying to lighten the mood, and I let her.
“They already know I’m a stud.” I smirk. My defenses lower as I stare at her beautiful face, my eyes dropping to those lips that are swollen from my assault. I taste her mouth again and then stay there to whisper two words. “You’re more.”
I’m not sure if she hears me—really hears me—so I decide to show her how I’m feeling to erase any doubts.
I peel her clothes off one scrap at a time, pausing to make sure that she wants this too. She follows my lead without any hesitation and does the same with my clothes until we’re lying together with nothing but bare skin between us. Her hands are shaking, but her expression is molten. Determined. The sunlight is warm when it lands on my back through the windows, brightening the room so I can see every freckle, every detail on Mads’s skin. I’m high on her arousal.
I cup her breasts in my palms and start kneading them softly. I graze her nipples—which are a light-pink color—with the pads of my thumbs. She arches her back and closes her eyes. I shift and slide down her body until my shoulders are against her inner thighs, spreading her open. I release a breast to slip my hand between her legs. She’s wet and warm. Her skin is velvety where it’s hidden beneath her folds. I can smell her excitement just as much as I can feel it on my fingers. She sighs from my touch.
I lean closer and run the tip of my tongue through her center, tasting her here for the first time. I pulse against the bundle of nerves at the top until it swells. I feel her moan vibrate through my body. My shoulders hold her legs open when she tries to close them, the sensation of my mouth on her sensitive skin too much for her to handle. Every purr from her throat and every arch of her back is new, yet it quickly becomes familiar. I play her like an instrument, my fingers and tongue controlling her reactions. And she does react to … every … single … touch.
My fingers and lips are soaked with her arousal. I’m rock hard, my cock infused with blood as I imagine how good it’s going to feel when I slide inside of her. How amazing it will be for the first time. I can envision the space between her legs as the tightest, hottest spot on earth. The anticipation is heightened by how long I’ve denied myself of her. I’m not sure if the timing wasn’t right before or if I wanted Mads to be ready to obliterate that line with me. Or maybe it was me who wasn’t ready before.
I don’t want to fuck this up. I still don’t want to fall for her, though I think that ship has sailed. I have no idea what we’re doing, but somehow, I know once we cross over and I take her body, there’s no going back to friendly for us. From this time forward, we’re tangled in strings. It’s going to be messy. It’s going to be personal. But that’s also what makes every touch and taste so mind-blowing at this moment.
I’ve pictured Madison like this, stretched out beneath me, but reality trumps my imagination. Her breath is shallow from the things I’m doing to her. Her skin is flushed. I move up until I’m inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair. Her body is hot and bare. I smooth a hand over the curve of her hip. I lift her leg and watch the black of her eyes swallow the blue. My cock slides through her slick folds. She shifts just a touch to give me better access between her legs. I’m heavy and throbbing as she coats my length in her desire. My body is aching for this woman beneath me. That organ in my chest isn’t far behind.
“Do we need to use protection?” I ask her gruffly.
She knows I get tested regularly as an athlete. She’s been around me for years, and she’s dated plenty of other guys who have played sports. I shake that thought away when it invades my mind. I don’t want to think about her with other men. I want to pretend like I’m the first. The only.
“I’m on the shot. We don’t need to use condoms.”
Her words heighten my excitement as I imagine the feeling of her bare, with nothing in between us.
Everything about this encounter is different for me. Because Madison is different.
We were friends first. I watched her grow from a girl into a woman. I think one of her favorite pastimes growing up was pissing me off. She excelled at it too. I’ve protected her. I’ve looked out for her. We’ve laughed together over the years. We’ve challenged each other. Mads is one of the only females who never tried to impress me. Others begged for my attention. If she wanted my eyes on her, she never showed it. She’s beautiful, but a bit of an enigma in that way. A wild, untamed beast that I want to wrangle and control.
Her hands slide from my shoulders around to my back. The slight sting from the tips of her nails digging into my skin is a welcome contrast to the creamy silkiness of her breasts, the mounds flush against my chest. I cage her head between my forearms so I can watch her face. I don’t want to miss a second of this experience. I want to see her features pinched with ecstasy when I slide home for the first time. I know how to pleasure a woman, and I want to show her what she’s been missing all this time while she’s been stringing those little boys along. I want to ravage her. And then I want to do it again.
Her eyes meet mine. I swim in the cerulean color that looks icy in the light of day until I’m drowning in the depths. But the heat lying there is unmistakable. I roll my hips, my engorged tip seeking the warmth of her center. I’m so hard; it’s painful. I find the heavenly spot and pause, slipping my tongue inside her mouth first so she can taste herself. And so I can sample her again. Our lips pull apart, and her mouth widens in a gasp as I push forward and enter her slowly. I savor every inch, the feel of her hotter, softer, and wetter than I could’ve imagined. Her body stretches and molds around mine like she was made for me. I don’t stop until I’m fully seated. Her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are flushed with a rosy color. She’s perfection.
“Look at me,” I demand until her eyelids flutter open. “I want my face to be the one you see when I break you apart. I want you to remember that I’m the one who did that to you.” My voice is thick and gravelly as my cock swells inside of her.
I pull back until I’m almost all the way out, and I pause for a beat. The excruciating ache of anticipation extends until I can barely stand it. I guess there’s a masochist in us all. But I’m leaving an impression right now … on both of us.
“That way, you’ll know who to beg for when you’re ready to break all over again.” I push back in as her pupils dilate.
I bite her lower lip and tug as she watches me. Her soft thighs tighten around my hips. She lifts them and bends her knees. Her heels rest on my ass, pushing me into her and holding me there. She moans as I circle my hips when I bottom out, and the sound almost has me exploding on the spot. I keep the pace slow and steady, not wanting fast and hard with her right now.
Our eyes stay connected as I thrust in and out again. I force myself to maintain the agonizing rhythm and memorize every inch of her as we move together. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and mine is too. Our lips press against each other in a fragmented, unchoreographed dance that breaks as pleasure overtakes our senses. I can’t take my eyes off her.
Her eyelids flutter as I plunge deeper and rotate my pelvis again, hitting that special spot nestled inside of her. Her heels dig harder into my ass. The vanilla aroma of her hair mixes with the scent of sex in the room. It’s an intoxicating combination of her and me. She’s so wet that I can hear it every time I slide deeper. The friction of our skin is beautiful torture as the pleasure builds. Her walls are quivering as her orgasm approaches. And despite the slow pace, I’m about to explode, too, my balls heavy and pulsing.
“Please …” she begs with her head thrown back.
I smirk as I look down at her, our faces inches away. “Please what?”
“I need to come,” she moans.
