Chapter 46
46
RHYS
O ur lips are in a tangle and our hands lost in a frenzy raking over each other’s bodies as we stumble into my bedroom.
Maddie’s lips have lost the pliant passivity that yielded to mine during our first kisses, and now she’s insistent and assertive. As her hands fumble at my belt, she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs at it, drawing a groan from my mouth that she drinks up.
I step on the back of my heels to pull out of my shoes as I walk Maddie toward my bed. Our clothes fly off in a whirlwind, scattering onto the floor of my room. That floor where I’ve sat so many times zoned out listening to songs that remind me of Maddie and fantasizing about a moment like this.
We’re stripped down to our underwear by the time Maddie’s knees hit the back of my mattress and we tumble onto my bed, my body covering hers.
She tilts her hips, and her center slants against my cock trapped behind my boxers, sending an agonizing pulse of need hurtling through me.
I brand her with kisses along her jaw, at the crook of her neck, across her collarbones, between her heaving breasts. The fresh, clean scent of her dances in my nose.
She unclasps her bra, and I toss it to the side, greedily wrapping my mouth around her taut, pink nipple, palming the firm softness of her other breast. She writhes under me, my name escaping her lips as a sigh.
I couldn’t count the number of nights I’ve laid on this bed, dreaming about my lips raking over Maddie’s bare skin, imagining the heft of my hard cock pressing against her body.
Now it’s reality.
And it’s not just a fucking arrangement anymore. I’m not just helping her gain experience.
No, she’s mine now.
The thought sends an electric thrill through me, and I kiss all over her body with more possessiveness, savoring more richly the feel of her soft skin under my hands.
“I love these fucking tits,” I rasp, relishing the use of the only word that can properly describe how I feel about every inch of Maddie’s body, every iota of her soul.
“I love this belly button,” I say as I pepper her tummy with kisses.
“I love these hips,” I say, kissing the gently sloping curve while the pad of my thumb drags across the perimeter of her panties.
“I love these thighs,” I say, positioning my head between her legs and running my tongue along the smooth expanse of skin, already feeling waves of heat from her center as she squirms with anticipation.
I pull off her panties and ready my lips and tongue to delve into a part of Maddie I really love, when her hands curl into my hair and she tugs me back up to face her.
Her lips close over mine before she says in a pleading mewl, “I need you inside me, Rhys. Don’t make me wait.”
There’s no way I can deny her request.
I kick off my boxers and prop myself on my knees. I let my gaze linger on the sight of Maddie’s perfect, naked body, my cock throbbing in the air just inches above it.
Lust boils in my chest, and I grit out a curse. “You have no idea how fucking perfect you look, baby.”
Her eyes flash at the word. It’s the first time I’ve ever used a pet name like that with her, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good on my tongue.
She grabs my arms and pulls me back over her. I’m about to line up my pulsing length with her center when realization hits me.
“Shit, need a condom. Let me get—” I go to pull away to retrieve one in my wallet, but Maddie restrains me.
I shoot a questioning glance at her.
She shakes her head. “Let’s do it without,” she whispers.
Intensity detonates through me.
“I started birth control,” she explains. “I want … I want to feel you. All of you.”
The air catches in my throat when I try to breathe. “I’ve never done it without before.”
The tender smile that curls on her lips reaches past my chest to squeeze my heart. “Looks like we’ll be sharing a first this time.”
Excitement vibrates up and down my spine as I settle between her thighs and line myself up with her slit. When the tip of my cock presses against her, and I feel her wetness against me with no barrier for the first time, a tendril of intensity snakes from the point of contact and spreads through me, filling me with a feeling that makes it hard to breathe.
I push into her, and my vision blurs. The entire universe concentrates to the feeling of friction on my cock as I plunge inside her.
Everything I’ve felt with her before, her warmth, her wetness, the walls of her pussy gripping me, all those sensations are sharpened and magnified a hundredfold.
I drape my body over her and capture her mouth in a kiss. It feels like our bodies melt together; it feels like my soul leaves my body and entwines with hers as our lips slant.
Ferocious pleasure hurtles through me as I pump in and out of her, white-hot and blinding. The intensity of the physical sensation is matched by the bone-deep satisfaction of being one with her, with Maddie, with the girl I love.
“Maddie.” I have to say her name. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight. So, so …”
My brain is beyond scattered. Any rational thought is obliterated by the all-consuming pleasure firing through me before it can take shape.
She thrusts her hands into my hair and pulls my face to hers, delving into the kiss. That’s when something truly, definitively clicks into place in my mind, like a key sliding into the only lock that will fit it: Maddie is it for me, period.
I’m going to be with this girl for the rest of my life.