Page 42 of Saving Meadow

Me: Meadow?

Another ten minutes passed and nothing. I called, and I went straight to voicemail. Her phone was either off, or she’d done it on purpose. Fuck.

It was the nineteenth. Meadow. Fuck. My gut twisted some more, and I dialed her office number.

“Meadow Holiday,” she greeted out of breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah why?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

“You didn’t reply to my last two texts. I wanted to make sure you weren’t upset with me.”

She was safe. If she was pissed, so be it. I could handle that.

“Oh. Sorry. My phone died. I had to run to my car to get my charger. That’s why I’m out of breath. Before I could go, queen bitch face needed a file. Right now. Immediately. Urgent. Couldn’t wait.” I smiled at the way Meadow had said the last few words, sarcasm dripping in her tone. I could picture her rolling her eyes as she spoke. “Anyway. Dinner at your house sounds great and… the fun stuff too.”

“Great. Meet me there at six?”

“Yes. If you’re not visiting me behind bars tonight. She’s crazy!”

“You can handle her. See you soon, baby.”

I heard Beth barking orders in the background before Meadow sighed. “Tonight. Bye.”

“Nick!” Meadow moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow.

“Yeah, Red?” I chuckled, knowing what she was going to say; the same thing she’d been begging me to do the last twenty minutes.

“I need you.”

“I’m not done yet,” I repeated what I’d already told her. She was trying to move me along. Her hands were in my hair, and she was trying to push my head where she wanted. “Baby, the more you stop me, the longer it will take. I’ve waited forever to taste your pretty nipples and now that I have them in my mouth, I’m not done.”

“You’re killing me,” she whined, taking one hand from my head and trying to push it between us.

“No. No. Meadow. No touching yourself. When you come this time, it is all mine.”

I bit her nipple, and she shook, calling out my name again. After a few more licks I moved my way down her stomach, not wasting any time as I trailed my tongue across her flat stomach, lower until I stopped just shy of where she needed me.

“Is this where you want me?” I asked, spreading her with my fingers, exposing her soft, wet, pink flesh. Her legs fell further apart, giving me room to lower my mouth and give her one long lick, gathering her wetness, savoring the taste of her. “Fuck, Red, you taste so damn delicious.”

“Uh-huh. Please.”

“Hold on to my head. I’m gonna make you come.”

Both her hands went to my head, my mouth latched on to her clit, and my fingers found her wet pussy. She was so primed and ready to orgasm it took mere minutes to make her detonate. She screamed her pleasure, and my chest swelled knowing it wasn’t my words but my actions that had brought her off.

Before the tightening of her muscles stopped, I pulled my fingers free and pushed up, settling myself between her legs.

“You sure you’re still okay with this?” I asked and held my dick at her opening.

I’d had a physical and Meadow couldn’t have children, and it had been a long time since she’d had a partner. When I’d received a clean bill of health, we agreed there was no need to use condoms.

“Yes,” she said, and lifted her hips, the tip of my dick sliding in a fraction of an inch.

I had to close my eyes at the contact and count backward from ten. When I opened my eyes, Meadow was smiling at me, face still flushed from her orgasm. I settled in deeper and gave her my weight; resting my elbows by her head, I kissed her soft and slow as I gently gave her more of me.

“Relax,” I whispered against her lips when she tightened around my dick.