Chapter 55
Seth
Her yes still rang in my ears, low and certain, like it had been waiting to be spoken all along.
She had said it with tears bright in her eyes, with a laugh that sounded like relief, and her hand gripping mine as if she never wanted to let go.
Madison Cole was mine. Officially. And the weight of that truth made my chest ache in the best way.
We stood together in the glow of candlelight, her body pressed to mine, the house wrapped in quiet. My hands slid up her back, tracing the familiar curve of her spine through the soft cotton of her blouse. She tilted her face toward me, her lips parted, her breath warm against my jaw.
“Say it again,” I murmured, my voice rough.
She smiled against my mouth. “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
That undid me. I kissed her, slow at first, then deeper, hunger building with every brush of her lips. She answered with a soft sound in her throat that shot heat straight through me. My hand slid to her hip, gripping gently, and she leaned into me, her fingers curling at the nape of my neck.
The table, the candles, the wine, all of it blurred until there was only her. I guided her back against the wall, careful but unable to stop myself from wanting her closer. Her hands slipped under the edge of my shirt, fingertips tracing my skin, leaving fire in their wake.
“Madison,” I whispered against her mouth, “are you sure?”
Her eyes met mine, steady and certain. “I’ve never been more sure.”
That was all I needed.
I scooped her into my arms, her laughter spilling out as I carried her down the hall.
The bedroom was dim, the curtains stirring with the late afternoon breeze.
I laid her gently on the bed, pausing only long enough to look at her, flushed cheeks, dark eyes, hair spilling loose around her shoulders.
Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it.
She reached for me, pulling me down until I hovered above her. Her hands slid over my chest, down my sides, pulling me closer. I kissed her again, and this time, there was no restraint. Every wall I had built, every hesitation, crumbled beneath the weight of wanting her.
The rest of the world ceased to exist. It was only us, only the heat of her body against mine, only the way she whispered my name like it was a prayer.
I started to undress her but she put a hand up to stop me. “Let me take care of you this time,” she said, and slowly lowered herself to the floor, on her knees before me. God, this woman was perfect, and I will never let her go.
She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the waistband down, along with my boxers, and my cock sprang free.
“Look at you, all ready for me,” she whispered as she wrapped a hand around my base.
Her tongue darted out and trailed over the tip of my cock, lapping up the precum beaded on the tip.
My head fell back and I moaned. “Yes, sweetheart, just like that”.
She took me into her mouth, pumping in and out.
I grabbed her by the hair to move her deeper, and I heard her moan.
She sped up her pace, and I felt myself getting close.
I pulled her off and let go of her hair.
“I want to be inside you,” I said as I stared into her brown eyes.
She started to stand up, but I grabbed her and laid her on the bed.
I snatched a condom off the nightstand and started to roll it on.
She sat up and smirked at me. “You already had them out on the nightstand, huh? Did you assume you would get lucky, Seth?” I laughed and leaned onto the bed, my face inches from hers.
“I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my cooking and my charm” I whispered, and yanked her leggings and panties off.
She followed by removing her t-shirt and bra.
I stared down, mesmerized by her body. Her tan skin, her luscious curves.
“You are absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart,” I said, and ran my hand down her body.
I placed a kiss on her forehead and flipped her onto her stomach in one swift move.
She squealed, and arched her back towards the ceiling.
She was glistening for me, and in one stroke, I entered her.
She let out a moan, and I started thrusting in and out.
“God, sweetheart, you feel amazing, like you were made for me.” I was falling for this woman so hard, it was insane.
I picked up my pace, grabbed her hair again, and felt myself go deeper.
We moved together with the kind of urgency that had been building for months, but also with care, with reverence.
Each touch felt like a discovery, each kiss like a promise.
I memorized the sound of her sighs, the way her nails scraped lightly against my skin, the way she arched into me with trust that stole my breath.
“Yes, just like that, Seth! I’m close!” she moaned loudly, and I felt her walls tighten. Her eyes rolled back and I rode out the orgasm with her, keeping my strokes even and steady. I felt myself about to break, and I let myself go with her. We rode out the wave together, enjoying every moment.
When we finally stilled, tangled together in the quiet after, the room felt charged, the sun starting to set above the trees.
Madison laid half draped over me, her cheek against my chest, her breath warm and steady.
My hand moved lazily through her hair, the rhythm grounding me in a way nothing else ever had.
“You’re mine now, sweetheart. You deserve the world, and I promise to give you that.” I said softly, the words more a vow than a claim.
She tipped her face up, her lips curving. “I always was.”
I kissed her again, slow and lingering, and knew with absolute certainty that there was no going back. She wasn’t just my girlfriend. She was my future.