lines memorized. “But I realize that those qualities don’t mean you’re like Rich. It’s just my self-doubt and insecurities. You’re a good man, Scott, and you have everything the world has to offer at your fingertips. Which makes me wonder why you’re wasting your time with someone like me.”
I place my hand over hers, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing her fingertips. “Listen to me. Your value is not determined by that asshole’s inability to see your worth. You’re not a waste of my time, and you’re more than what you realize. You’re . . . everything to me.”
I almost see her crack a smile. Almost. I stand and move behind her, drawing her close into my arms. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it was hard. I think I get it better now, why you let me in, then run away. It’s scary on many levels. I’ll admit that not knowing what you’ll do, how you’ll respond, or what you’ll think is part of the mysterious intrigue about you that I love. It drives me crazy, but I fucking love it. I hope that the reverse is also true, that my ambition, possessiveness, and confidence can be the flame that draws you to me too.”
I turn her and my lips finds hers. Our kiss deepens, and I cup her soft breast through her T-shirt, causing her to whimper.
“I’ve got you,” I say, stepping back and taking her hand. She stands, and I let her lead the way, surprised when she doesn’t head upstairs but instead to my couch, where she has me sit down before straddling my lap and kissing me even more deeply.
We explore each other, taking it slow and soft even though my desire to conquer her urges me to go faster. But this is Madison’s time, the time to let her see that I don’t have to control everything every time.
Instead, I hold back, letting her place my arms behind my head. “Stay,” she whispers. I watch as she reaches down and pulls her shirt up and off, dropping it to living room floor. Wordlessly, she presses her breasts against my face, and I nuzzle them, covering the tops of them with butterfly kisses until she undoes her bra and releases them for my worship.
“Even as you worried me, you drew me in,” Madison moans as my lips find her left nipple and I suck, tugging at it lightly with my teeth. “Because you make me feel alive.”
She grinds on my lap, my cock pulsing and surging inside my jeans as she rides me. My hands clench the back of the couch with the desire to touch her skin, to feel her body with my fingertips. But I control myself, giving her what she most needs in this moment . . . reassurance that she holds all the power. Any power I ever take in our coupling is only from what she gives, and right now, she wants it all and she can have it. She can have anything, everything.
“That’s so good,” Madison murmurs as I kiss over to her other nipple. She lets me suck and nuzzle for several long moments of heaven before standing up.
Madison unsnaps her jeans and pushes them down, kicking off her untied sneakers before looking up and grinning at my still body and heated eyes. “You can take your jeans off, you know. I didn’t tie your hands.”
I grin, pulling my T-shirt over my head even though she didn’t say so and shucking my jeans and tennis shoes. My cock springs straight up, nearly arcing over to slap me in the stomach before bobbing back and forth to my heartbeat for Madison’s approval. I place my hands back over the edge of the couch behind me, giving her a raised eyebrow. “Maybe I like your being in control. Doing all the work.”
Madison grins at my challenge and saunters the short distance, straddling my hips again and taking my cock in hand. “Do all the work, huh? And if I decide the only work that’ll be done is by your right hand? What then?”
I return her grin, holding up my right hand. “On myself or your sweet little clit? Your choice.”
Madison pants softly and pumps my cock with her hand. “You say just the right things,” she says, sinking down. The head of my cock spreads her open, and she sighs, smiling at me as her hands rest on my chest, one covering the scorpion tattoo