We’re not alone in this house, but I think she’s forgotten that. She’ll forget everything if I want her to.
My hands start to slide down, unable to contain the urge to feel more of her bare skin. Her tight stomach dips as my hand covers it and then I press on, lower, beneath the waistband of her shorts and underneath her panties.
She’s wet and warm and soft…and oh so accommodating as I let my fingers slide between her thighs. She can’t separate her legs because my knees are positioned on either side of her hips, but there’s still enough room for me to sink a finger inside of her.
Her head tips back and she bows off the bed.
Sensitive Maddie.
Oh so sensitive.
If she doesn’t want to talk to me, if she wants to keep playing the game of avoidance, I’ll tell her everything right here on my bed. What’s confusing about how I feel about you? How could you want this so much if we weren’t meant to be together? I tease her with my finger, and then I slide in a second, stretching her.
Her lips fall open and she whimpers. Maybe I’m going too fast, but I can’t help myself. We aren’t the old Maddie and Aiden. Maybe then I would have taken things nice and slow, but all this waiting has made me insane.
I lean down over her and let my lips press against the shell of her ear.
I tell her what she feels like to touch. The descriptive words I use are filthy, and she responds, her hips tipping up to meet my palm. I feel her start to quake as my fingers pump, and immediately I still. She whispers a plea, digging her nails into the skin on my arms. She’s angry with me for stopping.
Slowly, I start again, but not fast enough for her to come, not nearly what she needs.
Poor, poor Maddie.
I was sitting in that restaurant, prepared to ease us into this, but then she came into my room in the middle of the night, and here we are—animals.
I let her rock her hips against my hand a few more times before I wrench it away and shove her up higher on the bed. She’s been dangling halfway off, so I position her so she’s in the middle and then I tug on her shorts and panties until they’re slipping down her calves and pooling on the floor at my feet.
I kick them away and glance up at her. She’s naked except for her tank top bunched near her neck. Her skin glows, pink and flushed, especially on her chest and down between her thighs.
I stand there and watch her as she looks up at me, her eyes so soft and compliant. I’ve given her a little bit, and she’s hungry for more.
Should we continue then, Maddie?
Should I push down these pants then crawl back up and sink into you?
God, you’d let me. You’d fucking take me and take me and blow my mind.
Well, I want to blow yours.
With a finger pressed over my lips, I warn her to keep quiet. Then I get down on all fours on the bed, feeling the mattress dip under my weight as I adjust myself right between her thighs. She presses them together, shy now that she’s completely bared for me, but I don’t allow it for long. I trace my finger along the seam of her legs, going down and down and down until my finger sinks back into her. Just like that, she’s compliant again, so willing to open up for me. I keep my finger inside as my mouth covers her there, licking long and slow.
She cries out and I grip her thigh in my hand, another warning.
She’ll get us caught, and then we’ll have to stop.
I. Am. Not. Stopping.
My mouth covers her fully as I take my finger away and use my hands to keep her legs spread open. She’s arching up off the mattress to meet my mouth as I fuck her like that, with my tongue, hard, relentless swirls and flicks and long licks that send her careening off the edge. She shakes so hard and I keep my lips on her, wanting to draw out every last second of her orgasm. Then when she goes limp, I lap her up one final time then press myself up onto my hands to look down at her.