Chapter 17 June #2
For once, the moonlight that usually annoyed me when it came into my room at night was a blessing.
It lit her up like a star as she let her clothes fall away, her breasts spilling free.
My mouth dropped as I realized each nipple was pierced.
My belly button was pierced, but I’d always been too scared to do my nipples.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “They’re pierced.”
Madi nodded as she cupped them, her nipples hardening beneath my gaze. “For a few years now. I love them.”
“I love them too.”
God, she was perfect. She had an hourglass figure that made me want to melt into the floor. I watched, enchanted, as she reached up and tugged her hair tie, letting her hair fall down her shoulders in a curtain of dark waves. I kept staring at the piercings, trying to find more words.
I didn’t know how to tell her how beautiful I thought she was.
Or how much I wanted her to ride my face.
Or how much I desperately wanted to play with those nipple piercings.
Madi stepped closer, the air heating between us. She reached out, slowly working her fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head. A whimper worked my throat as I looked up at her, unable to pull my gaze from her breasts.
“My eyes are up here,” she chuckled.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I’m no better than a man.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
She gave me a playful shove and I fell back against the blankets with a thump. I gasped as she leaned down, her knee parting mine.
Oh my god. I was going to die. Combust? Faint? Just seeing her like this made my body go still.
“You’re shocking the hell out of me right now,” I whispered.
Her brows pulled together. “Too much?”
“No,” I gasped. “God, no. You’re stunning. I don’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t expect you to be so dominant, but I’m glad you are.”
“I can be. I’m a switch. Which means tomorrow night I’ll be like you with pretty doe eyes, begging to come.”
My mouth dropped.
No one had ever spoken to me this way. No one had ever made me feel this way.
“Did you think about me this week?” she asked as she stroked my inner thigh with her thumb. Her hand slowly eased up higher, inching closer and closer to my pussy.
“Yes,” I said.
“While you touched yourself?”
I whimpered and nodded. “Yes.”
“What’d you imagine?”
My eyes followed her hand and the slow, tantalizing circles she made with her thumb.
She was so close to my pussy. So close. “I thought about riding your face,” I whispered.
I sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed my slit.
“I thought about tasting you. Kissing you. I wondered what it would be like for my fingers to be inside you.”
I squeaked as two fingers roamed over my clit.
Madi paused. “If I’m doing too much, you have to tell me,” she said. “Okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I squeaked out.
Madi wrinkled her nose. “Ma’am is way too formal. I’m not your high school teacher.”
I propped myself up slightly with a lopsided smile. “Mistress? Madam? Madam Madi? Mine?”
Her velvet lips brushed mine as her hand slid up my body. “I like Mistress, if you want to give me some sort of honorific.”
“Honorific,” I repeated.
She smiled against my mouth. “Let’s save the kinky stuff for another night. I just want to fuck you right now, and all of those things need more conversations before we do them.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “But we will talk about them.”
“We will.”
“And you can still pull my hair. And spank me.”
Madi could really do whatever she wanted to me and I’d be happy.
She laughed. “Well, maybe we can do those things.”
“Maybe—ahh.”
My head fell back as her mouth closed over one of my nipples. A breath caught in my throat as she sucked, her fingers tracing my body with a gentleness that was deceiving. Even though her touch was light, it burned through me.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Madi.”
“That’s my name,” she teased as her fingers slid against my slick pussy.
My eyes shuttered closed, my hips rocking against her. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t know what to do with anything. I was a thousand butterflies, and she was a gentle net, holding me together.
“You’re so wet,” she huffed.
Two fingers slid against my entrance and I tilted my hips, my legs spreading further as I welcomed her touch. I wound my arms around her neck and dragged her mouth to mine, all of my nerves shaking free.
All my muscles loosened in the same second.
This felt right. All of my overthinking finally quieted as I sank into the feeling of her.
Her soft strength, the way her body felt on top of mine.
I moaned as her finger coaxed inside me and I cupped her breasts.
They were heavy and perfect. I could happily die here, I realized.
“Scoot further up,” she commanded.
I immediately moved my body until my head fell back against the pillows. She sat back on her heels with a smirk.
“I should have just left my hair up,” she said.
Oh. My knees closed together as she put her hair back up, her head shaking.
“Spread them. Now.”
A tremble rolled through my body. Her gaze met mine, pinning me into obedience. Slowly, I spread my thighs for her, swallowing hard as her eyes pulled from mine and fell on my pussy.
“God, I can see how wet you are,” she whispered. “Your pussy is beautiful. Spread your legs more.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever had my pussy called beautiful, but hearing it from her turned me on. I let my knees fall all the way out. My chest rose and fell as she leaned down, holding them in place as she lowered her mouth to my pussy.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I squeezed out.
She answered by flicking her tongue over my clit. I arched with a gasp, but she didn’t let me writhe free, trapping me beneath her as her lips closed around my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I cried out.
Her mouth was hot and soft. I bucked against her as she eased two fingers inside me again, moving them in and out slowly, stretching me.
I gripped her thick hair as her tongue worked magic on me. All of the times I’d imagined having a gorgeous woman go down on me didn’t compare to the feeling of her mouth on me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.
I was a fucking mess. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of me filled the room, wet and loud and vulgar. Hot. Really fucking hot. I rolled against her, moaning as she kept going, settling into her spot and not moving.
I realized she could keep me like this for however long she wanted.
Fuck. That alone nearly made me come. Heat struck my lower belly and I groaned as a storm whipped up in my veins, pleasure howling through me. I was getting so close already, my body purring beneath her.
“Madi,” I moaned. “Fuck.”
I felt her smile against my pussy as she kept going. Relentless. Tireless. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow, working my pussy until my voice pitched louder.
A thousand more curses tumbled from my lips as she added a third finger, pumping them in and out of me. I gripped the blankets, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes.
“I’m so close,” I cried.
I could feel the edge of my orgasm, taunting me. Torturing me. The pressure built as Madi kept going.
My eyes flew open and I looked down at her, sucking in a breath.
Gorgeous. And I was hers right now. I was all hers.
That sent me over the edge.
I cried out as my orgasm tore through me like a whirlwind. Every muscle coiled up, and I rode my pleasure, my moans following as I melted beneath her.
“There we are,” she murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against my clit. “That’s my girl.”