Chapter Ten #4
Maddie nodded solemnly.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Well, I would love to be your first. But I totally understand if you would rather not.”
Maddie stared up at him thoughtfully. She wanted to be brave enough to do it, but she couldn’t imagine a sexual act that made her feel more vulnerable.
She had never fully understood the appeal, had never been able to fathom how women could relax enough to enjoy having a man’s head so close to their most intimate parts.
“I’m excellent at it, just so you know,” James continued, making her smile again. “I’m not being big-headed. I just want you to understand what you’re getting yourself into. Satisfaction is guaranteed. You will come harder than you have ever come with any man ever.”
“No man has ever made me come,” Maddie said. James’ eyes widened and his mouth fell comically agape.
“You’re lying,” he challenged her. Maddie shook her head. James sat back up on his haunches, shaking his head in disbelief. Maddie propped herself up on her elbows. “You have come, though, right?”
“Of course!” Maddie said. “I’ve always been on my own, though. Except for one time, when I was so unsatisfied after sex I finished myself off. That did not go down well. He felt inadequate.”
“He fucking was inadequate!” James said, shaking his head again. “Who the fuck are these men?”
“We were young,” Maddie said. “It’s been almost five years...”
James snapped back to attention again. “You haven’t been with a man for five years?
” Maddie nodded. He eyeballed her curves, constrained only by the teal satin bra and knicker set she’d dug out especially for today.
“How is that even possible?” He crawled back towards her, kissing her hard on the mouth.
This time he did not climb on top of her.
Instead he encouraged her back onto her back and lay on his side next to her, stroking her hair with one hand and letting the other wander across her breasts, tummy and torso, so gently at times she wasn’t sure if he’d stopped.
Every now and then he’d tug her hair and force her head back until she felt gloriously constrained by him.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered after a while.
Maddie did not open her eyes, but nodded a yes.
“Are you sure?” he checked. She found his hand and pushed it lower, guiding his fingers beneath the elastic of her knickers.
He rubbed her gently, slipping his middle finger inside of her as he did.
Maddie gasped and arched her back, but before she could move against his hand, the ball of which was artfully resting against her clitoris, he’d removed it.
She opened her eyes to demand he replace it immediately, and found him smiling lasciviously at her.
“I’ll kill you,” she said. He laughed, low and wicked.
Maddie reached out to touch his face and he kissed her palm, then bit the tips of her fingers one by one, flicking them with his tongue.
At the same time, his hand was tormenting her once more by circling teasingly close to where she wanted him — needed him — to go.
Maddie groaned and arched her back again, desperate for him.
He obliged, filling her up once more. He proceeded to pleasure her at a frustratingly slow pace for a really long time, until Maddie’s whole body tingled with desire.
She was shaking with desperation and knew if he increased the tempo even slightly just for a little bit she would climax in a few short seconds.
She was devastatingly close and yet felt so far away, and she knew he was doing it on purpose.
“Please,” she gasped eventually. James slowed his pace even further, so that he had almost stopped. “No!” she begged, grabbing his forearm and moving against him. He tested her determination by trying to remove his hand, but she clawed at him and begged. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Patience is a virtue,” he murmured, stopping completely.
Maddie almost screamed in frustration. Before she knew what she was doing, she was reaching to pleasure herself, but James grabbed her wrist. “Please, let me do it,” he whispered.
Maddie nodded. He forced her legs wide open by hooking his own leg over hers, then pleasured her with his fingers, turning them in circles, hard and fast, until she came against his hand.
He gave her less than a minute to recover before he brought her to climax in the same manner again.
Not yet satisfied and drunk on endorphins, Maddie pulled him on top of her, grappling with his boxers until they were off.
He produced a condom from somewhere and deftly put it on, then settled himself back between her legs and pushed himself inside of her, moaning with obvious relief.
She urged him to take her harder. He complied, alternating between gentle lovemaking and frantic, determined pulses, until she shuddered through an orgasm and tipped him over the edge.
Afterwards, she lay beneath him, wondering if she’d ever get enough of him.
He hoisted himself up on his elbows to look at her, still inside her.
“So we really just went from zero to one hundred, huh?” he said.
“Don’t blame me, you’re in charge here,” she teased.
“In principle, but most certainly not in practice.” She used her gaze to question him. “I have absolutely no say over any part of my body, my dick specifically, when it comes to you.”
Maddie grinned, because his desire for her was obvious and it had done wonders for her confidence.
She was red and sweaty, but had no qualms about him looking so intently at her from such a close distance.
She cocked her head to one side, inviting him to kiss her.
He withdrew from her as he did so. Maddie felt empty.
He rolled off her. She turned onto her side and surveyed him naked, in full form, for the first time.
She was certain she could happily remain naked in this beach hut with him to the exclusion of everything else for months and still would not manage to get her fill of him.
He watched her watching him, his face bursting with mischief.
“What?” she asked.
“Sometimes, just for fun, I like to go back in my mind to something I’ve lived through and watch the past version of myself do his thing without any idea of what’s coming next. I just went back and rewatched our first conversation.”
Maddie smiled and shook her head. “You goof,” she teased, running her hand across his torso. She spread her fingers out and ran her palm across the ridges on his stomach. He watched her, silent and hard.
“Can I touch you?” she whispered. He nodded, closing his eyes.
“You can do literally whatever you want to me,” he said.
“You might regret saying that,” she warned him.
He put his hands behind his head and braced himself. “Unlikely,” he sighed.