Chapter 17 #4
Holy hell, what an image that is. With that, he leans down to kiss me, sinking inside me at the same time.
His cock is huge, stretching me wide, but I’m so wet and ready for him that I take him easily.
It feels heavenly, divine. He fills me so completely that pleasure rockets through my entire body.
Far too soon, he breaks our kiss, hissing out a breath. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He sounds pained.
“Is everything okay?”
Maddox screws his eyes closed. “Yes. You just feel so fucking good, Ellie,” he growls. “I’ve dreamed of this, and I want to savor every last second of it. You’re so tight around me. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”
I rake my nails down his muscular back, arch up to meet him, taking him deeper “You feel amazing too. You’re so big…”
“If it’s too much for you, just say if you need me to slow down. Or we can do something else.”
“God, no, please don’t stop Maddox. It’s not too much, it’s just exactly right. Just exactly perfect.”
He groans and lowers his lips to my neck, kissing and nuzzling and nipping until I’m sighing out loud.
He trails his mouth back to my nipples, trading from one to the other, suckling them with exactly the right amount of pressure.
All the time he’s rocking his hips, slowly sliding in and out of me in the most insanely tantalizing way.
“Is this okay?” he asks, working his way up over my throat.
Dropping kisses along my jawline, beneath my ears, my cheekbones.
My whole body is alive beneath him, my skin an inferno, every cell lighting up at his touch.
“Yes, it’s more than okay.” I reach up, twine my hands into his hair, and tug him in for a long, deep kiss.
I tangle one of my legs around him, my foot landing on his perfectly sculpted ass. “But you can, um…”
“What, baby? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Fuck, this man is unbelievable. I gaze up into his intense brown eyes. “You can go harder, Maddox. I won’t break, and I don’t care how long it lasts. I just want you to let go.”
“Jesus,” he groans. My words seem to make him even harder inside me, if that were humanly possible.
He takes hold of my hands, entwines his fingers with mine, and pins them down on the bed over my head. He glances down at my trapped body like he wants to devour every single imperfect inch of me.
He lets out a harsh grunt and buries himself even deeper inside me. Fuck! I realize now he’s been holding back, being gentle and restrained. He’s so big I feel impaled to the bed by him, and I love it. “Oh yes, Maddox, yes.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He rails into me with all his might, holding my hands down firmly, slamming into me with so much strength it takes my breath away.
With each stroke my arousal builds, and even though I only climaxed a short while ago, my clit is already throbbing again.
My fingernails dig into his knuckles as he nails me to the mattress, my head riding further up the bed, my whole body flooded with heat.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he groans, punctuating each word with a mind-melting thrust that pushes me ever closer to what I know will be yet another spectacular orgasm.
He seals my mouth with a possessive kiss, and I can barely breathe.
This man is inside me, all over me, all around me.
He is everything. Nothing else in the whole world exists.
I crash over the edge, exploding into a million pieces.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I mutter his name into his mouth.
My pussy clenches around him, pulsating as bursts of sheer ecstasy radiate through me.
He lifts his head and speeds up, somehow going even deeper than before. Stretching me wider. Taking me higher. Then he roars my name, and his hips still, his breath coming in heavy pants.
When he’s finished, he collapses on top of me, and we meld into one damp ball of nakedness. He finally releases my hands, and while my arms ache from being held like that for so long, I do not give one solitary fuck. All of it was incredible beyond belief.
His head lolls on my chest, and I feel the vibrations when he starts to laugh.
I laugh too. I mean, it is pretty funny how we’ve ended up here after he found me hammering on his door half an hour ago.
“Hey,” I say, ruffling his hair. “That’s not a very gentlemanly thing to do.
Laugh at a girl while you have your face between her boobies. ”
That seems to make him laugh even more, and then he pushes himself up and kisses each of them in turn. Even now, after he gave me not one but two life-changing orgasms, I still feel a tingle of desire as his mouth touches my nipples.
“I apologize,” he replies, scooting up so he’s next to me. We both lie on our sides, facing each other. “I didn’t mean to hurt their feelings. They’re pretty much the best breasts I’ve ever had my head between. And the best thighs. Actually, best everything really.”
I blush, but also, I don’t want him to stop. “That’s just because I’m the first woman you’ve had sex with for years.”
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head firmly. “No. I haven’t had sex for years because there was no one I wanted to have sex with. What we just did felt so fucking right, El. At least it did to me.”
I hum, like I’m pondering what he’s saying.
He nips me playfully. “You seemed to enjoy yourself too.” He smirks, looking smug. But then he has every right to.
“I suppose it was okay,” I reply cheekily.
He grabs hold of my hips, dragging my body against his. His hands are all over me, and then he delivers one unexpected and not-at-all gentle slap on my bare ass. “Ouch!” I squeal with delight. “What was that for?”
“I did warn you what would happen if you didn’t watch that smart mouth of yours.”
My cheeks are flush with heat. I really, really liked that, actually. It’s not going to encourage me to be any less sassy, I suspect.
He slides his hand up over the side of my body. I instinctively suck my tummy in, but he notices. “You don’t need to do that, baby. Your body is beautiful to me, and I need you to believe that.”
I nod and force myself to relax. It makes me realize how inhibited I’ve been recently, at least since I started dating in New York. Always worried that I wasn’t good enough.
Turns out that sex is a heck of a lot better if you feel like you’re a goddess, and that’s how Maddox makes me feel. He places his palm on the side of my face, and I lean into his touch. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I say, still stunned.
“Well, it definitely happened. And unless you object, it’s going to happen again as soon as I catch my breath.”
Catch his breath? Damn, Maddox James is a machine. “I do not object, sir.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Sir? I could get used to that.”
And I could get used to this. I’m already thinking about him staying over at my apartment tonight, how good it will feel to wake up in those spectacular arms. Which is ridiculous, but it doesn’t stop me fantasizing about being Maddox James’s girlfriend.