Chapter 30
30
RHYS
I groan into the kiss as I crush my lips to Maddie’s. Electricity crackles through my veins as I angle my mouth, desperate for more of her taste.
Since Friday night, I’ve been wondering if it was just my imagination magnifying how fucking good she felt. Wondering if a second kiss could even possibly live up to the first.
Somehow, impossibly, the second is even better.
Her pliant, soft lips feel so perfect slanting against mine. After so many fucking years, after dreaming of this moment thousands of times, the reality of kissing Maddie Larsen puts my wildest fantasies to shame.
I always wondered how she’d taste. Would she taste like vanilla, the scent of her hair that’s so intimately entwined with her in my mind? Would she taste sweet, like her laugh sounds? Would she taste like peaches, the flavor of her favorite drink?
It turns out, she tastes so much better than any of that. She tastes like mine .
I snag her bottom lip between my teeth, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. She moans into my mouth, caught off guard, and I drink up that moan like it’s the only thing that can ever quench my thirst.
My hands trail down her sides, searing along the dip of her waist and coming to rest on the curve of her hip.
The pad of my thumb scrapes against her bare skin right above the waistband of her jeans and underneath her shirt. An intense thrill spears through me at the contact. Touching her is like touching a live wire, except instead of killing me, the overpowering voltage makes me feel more alive than I thought possible.
My blood flow roars in my ears as my heart pumps heavy. I feel like I could burst at the seams from the excitement thrumming through me. If just touching that little bit of Maddie elicited such a reaction, what’s it going to feel like when I’m really touching her?
I walk us to her bed and sit down, pulling her with me.
“You’re nervous,” I say as I pull away from her mouth to nip kisses along the outline of her jaw. I can feel the unsure tension radiating off her body.
She makes an unsteady sound of acknowledgment in her throat.
“Relax,” I whisper, my trail of kisses approaching the area where her jaw meets her ear. “This is about you. This is about making you feel good. Tell me when I do something you like. When I do something you don’t like.”
I rake my lips over the spot right underneath her ear. A shudder rolls through her.
“There,” she mewls.
A triumphant feeling pulses through me. I rest my hand high on her thigh, lightly but firmly curling my grip into her softness.
“Rhys,” she moans my name like a plea, with desperation.
“Hm?” I hum, still showering my attention on the spot that’s making her squirm with pleasure.
“Touch me,” she moans. Her grip curls tentatively around my right hand, and she guides it up, under her shirt.
My cock throbs in my jeans as I drag my hand up her smooth, flat tummy and cup one of her tits in my palm.
“Fuck,” I can’t help but let the curse rip from my chest in an appreciative growl. She feels so fucking perfect. The heft, the size, it’s like this fucking tit was made for me, like I always imagined it.
Maddie and I lay ourselves back, and I reach underneath her bra. Sparks sizzle where I make contact, and I can feel the taut, sharp peak of her nipple at the center of my palm as I gently knead the firmness of her breast.
Fucking hell. A savage, hot ache throbs between my thighs, pounding up and down the length of my cock like a hammer against an anvil. It’s especially strong right at the base, near where my balls are drawn tight.
I know if I slant my hips against her, the burst of pleasure that will erupt will fray every thread of self-control I have, and I’ll be frantically humping against her through our clothes until I come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
So I tighten my ab muscles and do my best to clamp down on my lust, because this moment is about Maddie, not me.
It’s Maddie who’s slanting her hips, though. She’s squirming like crazy, clenching her thighs together and bucking upward.
“You want it, don’t you?” I rasp.
“Mhm” she mewls. “It feels …” she trails off.
“Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel,” I coax, electricity crackling in my chest.
“So hot. So tight. It aches.” Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face is a blotchy scarlet.
I’m turning her into a hot, quivering mess, and I’m loving every fucking second of it, even if the unrelieved ache in my cock is pure torture.
We lose our clothes. She unclasps her bra and drops it off the side of the bed, and I feel like a steaming train crashes into my chest as my gaze devours the sight of her perfect tits and the sharp rose-petal nipples that are pebbled at their peaks.
“So fucking perfect.” I can’t help but utter the breathless admission. I scrape the pad of my thumb over one of the sharp points, and her back arches from the touch like I’m sending an electric current through her spine.
I circle my tongue around the pink nub on her other breast, eyes lolling upward in my head from how good my tongue feels against her. When I finally slant the flat of my tongue over her nipple, her hand spears into my hair and grabs a thick grasp.
“Rhys!” she gasps, her muscles pulling as she arcs again.
While my mouth lavishes her tit with attention, my right hand crawls down her body, delighting feeling the outline of her ribcage, the smoothness of her stomach, the dip of her belly button, the slant of her hipbone, before it finally arrives between her thighs, where heat radiates from her needy center.
“Fuck,” she gasps with a jolt when I drag my knuckles over her panties, tracing her slit.
“So fucking wet,” I rasp, loving the feeling of her dampness against my hand.
I slide my hand into her panties and gently ghost my touch over her slickness.
“Maddie,” I marvel. “You’re fucking soaked .”
Her cheeks are flushed red, eyelids closed and fluttery, her mouth open with a quivering lip and pulling in jagged breaths that make her chest heave.
She’s unraveling under my touch, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m causing her. She looks so damn good when she’s swelling with want and need, so unused to the intensity of the feelings coursing through her.
I feel like I’m drunk. Intoxicated by the way her body reacts to my touch.
I swirl my finger around the tight nub of her clit. Her body pulls taut as a wave of pleasure rolls through her.
Arousal like I’ve never felt before lodges in my chest, and in this moment, nothing in the world is important to me other than bringing Maddie to the most earth-shattering climax she’s ever experienced.
I continue to toy with the bundle of sensitivity, and her body squirms next to me. Her stomach undulates, her thighs roll, her hips arc upward into my touch. Fuck, I’m enjoying seeing her body respond to me rubbing her clit far more than I’ve ever enjoyed any of my own orgasms in my life.
But I know she needs more. I can tell there’s an ache throbbing inside her that isn’t satisfied just by my fingers stroking her clit.
I press my middle finger gently against her opening. Maddie’s chest expands as she pulls in a sharp breath at the heft of my digit against her.
“Can you handle my finger inside you?” I ask.
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. Excitement flashes in her eyes, but I can sense nerves fluttering in the movement of her brow.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, and she nods.
I slowly push myself into her. My jaw clenches at the feeling of my finger coated in her juices, of feeling the hot velvet of her pussy walls clench around me. When I can tell she’s comfortable, I start to languidly work my finger in and out of her while she ripples around me.
Her breathing grows staggered. She clenches my forearm, like it’s the only thing anchoring her to reality as she unravels.
“Yes, yes,” she chants, the words like music to my ears.
My teeth are clenched so tight as intensity spirals through me while I watch her. She looks so fucking good, so fucking perfect, and my heart is pounding so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t smash through my chest.
“Almost there,” she moans, and I pump my finger faster, drawing circles around her clit with my thumb. Her grip around my forearm tightens so much that her fingernails dig into the corded muscle.
I crook my finger inside her, and she falls apart. Her walls clench around me, and the muscles in her body coil as she rides out her release. Blissful moans pull from her mouth, and I know for a fact that this moment is indelibly seared in my brain forever.
As she comes down, I pull my hand out of her panties.
I admire the glistening of her arousal on my middle finger before I plunge it into my mouth and curl my tongue around her juices. Fire races through my bloodstream as her taste suffuses through my mouth.
My eyes roll. There’s still a lot I want to do with my life, and a hell of a lot I still want to do with Maddie as I take her through her firsts, but if I died right now, with the flavor of her release bursting on my tongue, I couldn’t complain.
I rest my hand on her hip, the pad of my thumb scraping along the outline of her hip bone, when her eyes flutter open.
“Well?” I ask, a cocky sureness in my voice.
Her gaze is hooded and groggy, her face flushed, and it’s the prettiest damn sight I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Rhys, that was … wow.”
I make a pleased sound in my throat. “You were such a good girl for me, taking my finger like that.”
Something sparks to life in her eyes. “And now,” she begins, a devious tone to her voice, “let’s see if you’ll be a good boy for me.”