Chapter 26
MADDOX
Iwas so shocked by Callie’s words, I wasn’t sure I could trust my own ears. It seemed too good to be true, like something that could only happen in a dream.
“Don’t make me say it twice,” she commanded.
That was all I needed to hear.
I took one stride toward her and swept her into my arms with the same move. She gasped as I lifted her, one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back. Her body felt so light as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She fit perfectly against my chest, like she was made to be held by me.
As I carried her into the room, I reveled in this. I never thought she’d let me touch her like this again. I made eye contact, and was encouraged she didn’t look away. Could I kiss her? I leaned in…
When her hand tightly gripped the hair on the back of my head, holding me there.
I was being a stupid fuck. Don’t push for more!
She’s giving me a chance to show I can pleasure her.
Focus on that and only that. After what I’d done, it was right that getting her off was the only thing on the menu.
Callie consenting to anything sexually with me immediately made this the best day of my goddamn life.
The stakes of this were incredible. This was the championship game of pussy eating, and I needed to win!
No man has ever done a better job of pleasuring his woman than I was about to do.
We reached the bed, and I was about to lay her down on the crisp white sheets…
“Maddox, I’m soaked,” she said.
“Already?” I blurted, thrown.
“From the rain,” she clarified, with only slight impatience at my stupidity.
“Oh, right.” I set her on her feet instead.
She stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine. “Take off my clothes.”
I peeled the wet fabric of her shirt over her head, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I slid the straps down her arms, and her perfect breasts were bare before me.
I knelt and hooked my fingers into her waistband, working the damp denim down over her hips. She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled the jeans down her legs. When I reached her panties, I drew them down slowly, revealing her bare pussy.
She stood completely naked now, her skin still dewy. She settled onto the bed, as I looked up at her from where I knelt. Her legs parted in invitation as she reclined back, propping herself up slightly on her elbows.
I crawled toward her and positioned myself between her thighs. I could see how ready she was for me, glistening in the low light. The scent of her arousal made my mouth water and my cock insanely hard.
My hands slid up her calves, over her knees, pushing her legs wider as I settled in.
Her warm, intoxicating scent enveloped me as I reached out with my fingers and traced the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, her skin flushing at my touch.
I leaned in, quivering with overwhelming gratitude that she’d allowed me this. My lips hovered just above her pussy, close enough to feel the heat coming off her. I exhaled slowly, my breath ghosting over her clit, and her thighs tensed, her fingers twisting into the sheets.
I dragged my tongue up her slit in one slow, deliberate stroke, just the way I knew she liked it. Her hips jerked, a needy sound escaping her throat, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder.
God, I’d missed this. Missed her. And the responsiveness of her body. Every twitch, every gasp, every shift of her hips told me exactly what she needed.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and her fingers flew to my hair, gripping tight.
That grip in my hair meant I was doing it right.
“Oh fuck yes.” Her voice was ragged, her thighs trembling around my head as I worked her, my tongue fucking into her tight, wet heat. She was soaking, her juices coating my chin, and I lapped at her like the starving man that I was, desperate to memorize every detail of her again.
This was everything. This taste, this moment, this woman. I’d taken it all for granted before, but I’d never make that mistake again. If this was the only time she’d ever let me touch her like this, I was going to make it count.
I hooked my arms under her ass, lifting her higher, tilting her hips just right so I could drive my tongue deeper. Her moans filled the room, high and needy, her body writhing beneath me.
I relished the sounds she was making, treasuring the feeling that I was finally giving her pleasure instead of making her suffer.
Her back arched, her pussy clenching, and I knew she was close.
That subtle shift in her breathing, the way her thighs quaked…
it had been too long, but I remembered all these signs.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue while I thrust two fingers inside her.
She was dripping, her walls fluttering around me, and I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
Her voice broke, her nails digging into my scalp, and I could feel her teetering on the edge. I didn’t let up.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her thighs locking around my head as she came with a cry. I rode it out, licking and sucking until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath me, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
I stayed there, my face still buried between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her satisfaction. My arms remained wrapped around her legs, holding her gently.
I wished she could understand everything I felt from the way I’d just worshipped her.
How much I loved her, and that I would never again be the man who hurt her.
How desperately I hoped she would allow me to pleasure her this way again, that this wouldn’t be the last time.
I wish I knew how to say all this in a way that she would actually believe it.
But after all my lies, I knew words from me were less than worthless.
Maybe somehow she could feel my sincerity through a connection like this.
Her fingers were still tangled in my hair, but gradually her grip loosened. Her hands trailed down, her fingertips sliding over my face in what almost felt like a caress.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide and fixed me with an expression that looked like alarm.
Then she jerked back suddenly, snatching her hand away and scooting back on the bed.
I deflated. Did women have post-nut clarity? Because that was what her reaction looked like, second thoughts now that her horniness had passed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I hope you don’t regret it.”
“What, no? That’s not it,” she stammered, collecting herself. “It’s nothing. That was great. You did well.”
She slid back further on the bed, pulling the cover over herself. “I think I’m crashing after the adrenaline of this whole night. I’m exhausted.”
Her meaning was clear. I stood and stepped toward the door. “I’ll let you get some sleep. I’ll be in the yard.” I paused. “Thank you. For letting me do that for you.”
“Maddox?” she called after me.
I turned back, hopeful.
“You can sleep inside,” she tossed off.
“Really?” I was practically giddy.
“Don’t get too excited.” She wasn’t looking at me. “On the floor, at the foot of the bed.”
That did nothing to lower my enthusiasm. “Of course. Wherever you want me,” I said, eagerly rushing to my place.
She yawned and gestured at the extra bedding visible on the shelf of the open closet. “No pillows or blankets, though.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And I wouldn’t.
Curling up on the floor like the dog that I was, I didn’t think I’d ever felt a deeper sense of gratitude.
Once, I would have found this humiliating, but now all I could think about was that I got to sleep in the same room with Callie.
That only minutes ago, I’d had my mouth on her, bringing her pleasure instead of pain.
That she’d let me touch her at all after everything I’d done.
It was all so much more than I deserved.
As I drifted off to sleep, I desperately prayed it would not be the last time.