to catch up with shopping, cleaning, errands, and all the other things I put off while working, and maybe having a little fun with Tiff if it’s in the budget. Or spending the days at the rescue, helping May.
The only niggling thought that bothers me is that we haven’t had sex all weekend. My breakfast plans had been trashed because I’d been a bit sensitive still, but after that, Scott has kept me so busy that we’ve collapsed into bed in a tangle of arms and legs two nights in a row. He did touch me last night, gently rubbing my breasts and then my pussy until I had an explosive orgasm from the slow burn he’d built up in me. But I’m taking the reins back now, or at least starting the show, letting Scott know that I’m fine. Truly fine. And horny. So fucking needy.
I move to straddle his waist, sucking his thumb once again even though the nacho cheese is long gone. “Mmm . . .”
“What are you doing, Madison?” Scott asks, his voice gravelly, but I can tell he’s holding back, unsure about this. He’s been handling me with kid gloves all weekend, an uncertainty to his tone. I hate it. I’m not broken, not after Rich and not after the little scene with Carl. I want my Scott back . . . the bossy, dominant, growly man who takes me.
“Seducing you,” I tell him, letting his see the lust in my eyes. “I need you, Scott. Fuck me. Please.” I’m not ashamed of the hint of begging in my tone because if he wants me to beg, I’ll fucking hit my knees. Might do some other dirty things while I’m there if that’s what it takes to get my way.
Scott swallows thickly. “Are you sure? We can go slow, gentle.” His breath is erratic and I know he’s holding back, controlling himself.
I grab his jaw, making sure he’s staring me straight in the eye as I say this. “Don’t you fucking dare. Fuck me like you mean it, Scott. Take me, ravish me . . . hard, rough, dirty. You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I trust you.”
There’s a flinch in the depths of his eyes, but it’s gone so fast I think maybe I imagined it. But Scott does what I demand. He devours my mouth in a scorching kiss, the heat instantaneously creating an inferno. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he growls under his breath. His hands are everywhere, kneading my breasts, my thighs, my ass.
Suddenly, he scoops me up from his lap and carries me upstairs to the bedroom like I weigh nothing, making me laugh, but his face is hard as he sets me down. He rips my T-shirt over my head and my jeans down, stripping me in seconds, before spinning me around. “Bend over.”
I place my hands on the bed, presenting my bare pussy and ass to Scott as he stands behind me. I watch as he palms his cock through his jeans, grinning and swirling my hips to tempt him. My reward is the two smacks he lays on my ass, one on each cheek. I moan out his name, needy for more.
Scott drops to his knees, burying his face in my pussy from behind. His tongue traces up and down and makes me gasp.
Scott vibrates between my cheeks, tongue fucking me as he pushes on my back for me to bend over more. His finger begins to massage my asshole as he sucks and continues to tongue fuck my pussy. I’m shocked at first when I feel one and then two fingers slide in my ass, but it’s amazing, his tongue and fingers stroking me at the same time. I moan, bending over more and offering myself as best I can to him. “Fuck . . . you really want my ass? It’s yours.”
Scott wiggles his fingers in reply, and my knees almost buckle it feels so good. The naughty pleasure just grows and grows as his fingers pump in and out of me and his tongue opens me up. I clutch at the sheets as the first tremors start in the back of my legs, rippling up higher as Scott slides his tongue over my clit and sends me over.
“Scott! Fuck!” I cry out as I start to come, his fingers curling inside me still, even as I clench around him. I gasp and moan, writhing against the bed until he steps back, wiping his