24. Madison
24
MADISON
Ethan’s gift knocks the wind right out of me. I can’t believe he did this for me. My parents used to be the ones to give me special gifts, especially when I was growing up. Wesley has never been one for giving gifts, and Aurora always gives me things that she would actually like herself.
But now, my parents have moved on with their lives and don’t really keep in touch. Aurora and Wesley haven’t changed a bit, and no one has ever given me a gift that is as thoughtful as this one is.
This beautiful surfboard, customized with my name and a Christmas theme, makes me want to go surfing right now. It’s not even Christmas yet, and I’m holding the most thoughtful, personal present anyone has ever given me. I run my fingers over the smooth, glossy surface, tracing the delicate script of my name. It’s almost like he knows me better than people I have known for years.
He stands there watching me, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and I can’t help but smile back. There’s something incredibly attractive about the way he looks with a little stubble on his face. “You would look good in a wetsuit,” I flirt. And it’s true. A wetsuit clings to a person’s curves, showing everything. As my eyes glide down his body, I imagine the bulge his wetsuit would show right about… there.
I know that Ethan didn’t just bring me these gifts in exchange for something else. But I want to give it to him. I appreciate what he’s done, and I want to show him that. Besides, it’s much easier—and more pleasurable for us both—if I do it this way.
I take a shaky breath and step toward him, closing the distance between us. My fingers find the front of his shirt. This is different from the hug I just gave him.
When I hugged him, I quickly buried my face in his shirt so that he wasn’t able to get any other ideas. But this time, I turn my face up toward him, inviting him to kiss me.
His lips are on mine before I can say anything. He kisses me gently at first, his lips caressing mine more than anything else. His hands settle on my hips, and I melt into him. Our bodies meld perfectly together, and I press my full length against him.
A moment later, I feel an answering press from his own length. I gently rock my hips back and forth as we kiss, feeling his hardness pressing against my stomach.
Ethan groans against my lips.
Neither one of us needs to speak or ask permission or do anything else. We both know what’s going to happen.
Samson rubs against my leg enough to bring me out of the moment, though. I want to get us out of the living room and into a private space.
We stumble toward the bedroom, the surfboard momentarily forgotten as my back hits the wall just outside the door. I’m not thinking about anything except how much I want him and how much I need this. His hands are everywhere.
First, he squeezes my ass, the fabric from my pajama pants pressed between his hand and my skin. Then, he slips his hand between the fabric and my skin, squeezing me harder.
That’s all he needs to do to communicate how much he wants me. And his desire for me is making me wet .
With my back pressed against the wall, Ethan shoves my sweater up a little, his hands searching for my breasts.
When he finds them, he rubs his thumb along my nipple, and I have to break away from our kiss to moan. I can’t seem to control my own body anymore as Ethan makes it light up with his touch.
Samson shoves his nose behind my knee, and I’m jolted away from Ethan again.
“Samson!”
We both laugh. Ethan grabs my hand and tugs me into the bedroom. He shuts the door firmly behind both of us, then picks me up.
I scream a little, surprised by the sudden way he swings me off my feet.
Then, Ethan and I collapse onto the bed, limbs tangled together as we peel each other’s clothes off. I don’t feel the usual rush, the frantic urgency. There’s something different this time.
Ethan slowly tugs my shorts down, and I feel deliciously exposed. I straddle him, rolling him onto his back, as I start to remove his clothing. He raises his hands obediently above his head and allows me to remove his shirt.
I run my hand over his abs, his stomach, and his chest hairs. I shiver with my sudden need for him.
Slowly, I slide a little further down so that my wet pussy is resting directly over his erection. I can feel it pressing into me.
Ethan slowly rocks his hips back and forth suggestively. I grip his shoulders so that I don’t fall off.
Then, so suddenly that I don’t have a chance to brace myself, Ethan rolls over, pinning me under him. He stands up and starts removing his pants. I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his cock, standing at attention and ready for me. I think he’s about to slide it inside me, but he doesn’t, not yet.
He starts kissing me and nibbling at the sensitive skin on my thighs.
I tighten them, anticipating what’s about to happen, but he completely ignores my pussy as he continues trailing kisses up my body. His chin glides over my pussy, making me suck air in through my teeth as I feel my body react to the touch.
Finally, he reaches my nipples and licks, kisses, and sucks each one until my hips start automatically bucking, wanting him to come inside.
We explore each other’s bodies like it’s the first time, discovering new places. I’ve never felt so completely exposed, so utterly seen, and yet I’ve never felt more comfortable. Ethan’s hands move down my sides, his touch firm and knowing, and I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips.
I attempt to sit up, to run my hands over his skin again, but I can’t. I don’t have the strength to fight against the way he’s touching me.
“Madison,” he whispers, his voice husky as he rolls me onto my stomach, pulling me onto my knees. The way he says my name sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but tremble with anticipation .
He slides his hands over my ass, then smacks it hard. The sound rings throughout the room, and I want him to do it again…and again.
“More,” I beg him.
Ethan complies, smacking my ass harder. I can feel the pain turn into pleasure as I press my cheek against the cool bed cover, my ass in the air for Ethan’s pleasure.
He enters me slowly, the stretch exquisite, and I gasp at the sensation of him filling me completely from this new angle. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he moves, each thrust deliberate. I push back against him, matching his rhythm.
I can’t stay still, not when he’s making me feel all these things.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure is deep, almost overwhelming, and I lose myself in it, in him. Ethan’s breathing becomes ragged, his movements faster, more urgent, and I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me until it’s too much.
I can’t control the sounds in me anymore.
I cry out as I come, my body shuddering with release. Ethan follows moments later, his grip on my hips tightening as he groans my name, his voice raw and full of need. We collapse together onto the bed, our hands entwined.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is the soft rise and fall of our breaths. But then, just as I’m about to relax into the post-orgasmic bliss, wondering if tonight will be the night that Ethan spends the night, I hear it—the unmistakable sound of paws scratching at the door.
Before I can react, Samson barrels through the door, skidding to a stop at the edge of the bed. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, and he stares at us with wide, expectant eyes .
“Are you kidding me?” I groan, pushing myself up on my elbows as I try to catch my breath.
Ethan chuckles beside me, his arm draped lazily across my waist. “I think we have an audience.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but smile. “Go away. Samson, you know better! Shoo!”
But Samson doesn’t move. Instead, he tentatively places a paw on the bed as he sniffs the air, clearly intrigued by the new scent in the room.
“Oh, come on,” I mutter, sliding out of bed and reaching for the nearest piece of clothing—a discarded sweater on the floor. “You can’t be serious.”
Ethan is laughing now, full-on, his deep chuckle filling the room as he watches me struggle to push Samson toward the door. “You need a better lock on that door.”
“You know, I think I do. Samson has done this one time before. I think he actually may be learning how to open doors. Locks are apparently a necessity.” I roll my eyes. “This is my life now. Dogs interrupting my sex life.”
Ethan raises an eyebrow, his smile softening as he sits up, propping himself against the headboard. “Not for long. You’re going to have that surf school, remember?”
I sigh, flopping back onto the bed next to him. “Yeah, maybe. But right now, it feels like I’m never going to get there. It’s just dogs and more dogs, all day, every day.”
“You will.” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “I believe in you.”
I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. It’s nice to have someone believe in me for a change. Someone who sees more than just the girl who’s always covered in dog hair and scrambling to make ends meet. Ethan sees me—the real me. He’s one of the only ones .
“I can’t wait until I can earn money with a real job. Instead of chasing after these dogs all the time.”
“You will.” But I just don’t have the same confidence he does. He has the money that I would need to jumpstart opening my surf school, but I asked him once for a loan. That clearly didn’t turn out well. I’m not about to repeat that mistake.