Chapter Nine
Okay, it’s official—Madison Ellery is truly my dream girl. She’s beautiful, she’s fun, we can talk, she’s witty, and best of all, she’s just like me.
When she says, “Then maybe you should stop thinking about those things and get down to doing them,” I just about fall in love.
But when I lean in and our lips meet in what becomes one of the best kisses I’ve ever had, I actually do fall for her.
Okay, maybe I don’t fall in love, like, for real, but I’m definitely in fucking lust.
And damn, from what she’s doing right now, so is she.
With no hesitation, Madison is climbing onto my lap and straddling me.
Yeah, this is good.
Immediately, she starts grinding down onto my cock, which is now hard as fuck and straining at my jeans. All while we’re still kissing each other madly and passionately.
I knew we would be great like this.
Our chemistry is fucking insane.
I feel the heat of her pussy through her panties as her skirt rides up. That thin undergarment and my stupid jeans and boxers, of course, are the only things between us.
They’re all going to have to go soon, but first things first.
Snaking my hands up under her Bears jersey, I trail my fingers along her smooth back, and then I unsnap her bra.
“Is this all right?” I breathe against her lips.
“Uh-huh,” she gasps.
“I want to see,” I whisper.
“So take it off, Lennox, and look.”
Damn.
That’s my invitation, so, leaning back against the sofa, I adeptly lift her jersey over her head and toss it aside. Her bra is hanging loose, exposing most of her beautiful, supple breasts.
But when I say I want to see, I mean more than this.
So slowly, oh-so-slowly, my fingertips touching her so gently that she closes her eyes and groans, I peel away her bra from her beautiful body.
“Fuck,” I can’t help but blurt out once it’s tossed aside.
Her breasts are perfection.
I need to touch them, taste them, and suck on those pert pink nipples.
I guess I just said all that out loud, seeing as Madison groans, “I want you to do all of those things too.”
“Well, then,” I murmur with a chuckle, “your wish is my command.”
But as I go to dive in, she pushes me back, tsking. “Uh-uh-uh. Your shirt needs to go, too, my friend. It’s only fair, you know?”
Damn, she’s right.
She leans back, and I whip off my long-sleeved tee with record fucking speed.
Raising a brow, I ask, “Good?”
I see admiration in her eyes as she checks out my smooth, defined chest.
Licking her lips, she says, “Mmmm, this is better, yes. But…there’s one more thing.”
“What?”
“This.” Leaning in, she brushes her nipples over my chest, making me suck in a breath.
“Fuck.”
“It feels good, huh?” she purrs.
“Perfect.”
“And what about this?” she asks as she completely presses against me, her little hips moving, her core grinding once again on my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp.
Her bare skin on mine is so soft and warm. I bet other parts of her are soft and warm too.
I need to know. With one fast and fluid move, I lift her off my lap and have her lying underneath me on the sofa in a flash.
“Holy crap,” she marvels. “You are so freaking strong.” She trails her hands up my chest and over to my biceps, groaning, “I love it.”
“I’m loving everything about you, too, babe,” I confess before I dip down and take a nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue, tasting, enjoying.
And then it’s on to the next one.
She writhes and groans, and as I suck on her pert nipple, I take a chance and trail my fingers up her thigh, making a pass over soaked silk.
Fuck.
With my fingers toying at the edge of her panties, I release her nipple and lean back far enough to ask, “Is this all right too?”
She nods. “Oh yes.”
But before I can slide my fingers under the silk, she says, “Wait.”
I freeze. “What?”
Reaching up and stroking my cheek, she says, “Not everything, though, Lennox. We’re not doing everything. Not tonight.”
I’m fine with that, but still, raising a brow, I ask, “But something, yes?”
Wiggling beneath me, and clearly wanting my fingers under those damn panties, she confirms, “Uh-huh, definitely something.”
Thank fuck.
I dip under the silk at last, and damn, she is so wet.
“Something like this?” I ask in a low voice as I insert one finger and start circling her clit with my thumb.
Arching up, she groans.
I stop what I’m doing. “Uh, uh, uh. Is that a yes?”
I’m toying with her, and she knows it.
“Damn it, Lennox, yes, yes, yes.”
Chuckling, I give her what she wants. I get rid of her panties completely and work her pussy with my fingers until she comes.
But I’m not done with her yet.
Shimmying down her body, I hike her skirt up even more and settle my face at her core. “God, your pussy is exquisite,” I blurt out.
That makes her laugh.
But then she says, “Wait, before we go on, what about you? I want to be fair here.”
Looking up at her, I tell her, “Tonight’s about you, sweetheart. You said ‘not everything,’ right?”
“Yes, but—”
I shush her and say, “I think we both know this isn’t going to be a one-and-done deal. So let me make you feel good. My time will come.”
Chuckling, she says, “No pun intended, huh?”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. She really is a girl after my own heart.
“Madison, Madison,” I say, shaking my head. “You are one amazing woman. You know that, right?”
She shrugs noncommittally, but I assure her, “You are. You most definitely are. And I’m about to make you feel as amazing as I think you are.”
After that, there’s no more talking.
But there are definitely more gasps and groans and cries of pleasure as she comes and comes and comes.