Chapter 30 #2
“I need to get a better look,” I tease her as I start to move farther down her body.
I have to get her ready for me. Need her pussy to soften and open so I don’t hurt her.
I know a few orgasms should do that. Well, from what I’ve read and overheard, that’s how it works.
Not having any experience in this department, I’ll have to wing it.
I don’t want this to be painful for her, but I know it’s inevitable.
I’m a big guy, and while Madeline is tall, she’s still delicate and precious.
I settle between her legs, spreading her open with my thumbs. In a bed, I get to take more of her in than I could in the shower.
She’s beautiful here, pink and wet and already swollen, her pussy begging for my attention, making my mouth water.
I look up at her, making sure she’s watching. I want her to know what I can do to her body. That I can give her what she needs. That I’m hers and she’s mine.
I lower my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on her, and lick slowly from bottom to top.
Madeline gasps, her hips jerking, and I grip her thighs to hold her in place. Another silent message to her body, letting her know she’s not getting away from me, now or ever.
I do it again, slower, circling her clit with my tongue before sucking gently.
She moans loudly, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I keep at it, learning what makes her shake—firmer pressure here, lighter there, and the rhythm that has her panting my name.
I listen to every sound she makes, the shifts in her body.
I sink one thick finger into her, then another, opening her up for me.
“Luke, I’m—” She breaks off, gasping, her head shaking back and forth, and I feel her start to tighten. I don’t let up, continuing to work her with my tongue, and she comes loudly with a cry, her whole body arching off the bed, her thighs trembling around my head. My name pours past her lips.
I ease off slowly, kissing her inner thighs and her hip, giving her a second to breathe. Her tiny clit is extra sensitive now. But I’m not done.
“I need another,” I say before my mouth descends on her again.
She comes again, harder this time, her back bowing. Madeline’s hand grips my hair tightly, pulling, lost in her own pleasure. I enjoy the burn. I feel her pulse around my fingers and groan against her, desperate for my own release now, knowing her pussy will be gripping my cock the same way.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her throat until I’m hovering over her. She’s limp beneath me, eyes glazed, breathing hard but with a happy, satisfied smile on her face.
“We’re just getting started.”
She laughs, breathless, blinking a few times to clear her vision. Then pulls me down for a kiss. I know she can taste herself on me. What I’d given her. It only makes her kiss me harder.
“Need you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Luke. I want you inside me.”
I groan and reach down, guiding the head of my cock to her snug opening that’s soaked and dripping, still fluttering from her orgasms, and I push in slowly, feeling her stretch around me.
She gasps, her nails digging into my back, and I stop, searching her face. My chest tightens. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay. More,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I sink the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a groan. She lets out a loud gasp, clinging to me. She’s so tight, even after coming twice. This is both heaven and torture at the same time.
I drop my forehead to hers, giving her time to adjust to my size. She’s a virgin. Both of us are.
“Buttercup.”
“I love the sensation of how full I feel. It’s like you’re everywhere.” If only she knew. “You can move,” she encourages. I’ve been fighting staying still, barely hanging on. Madeline is the only person that can test my control.
I start moving, slow thrusts at first, but she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper, meeting me stroke for stroke. I lose my rhythm, lose my mind, and start fucking her harder, faster, chasing the feeling building at the base of my spine.
She’s moaning beneath me again, loud and unrestrained, and I kiss her to swallow the sound, our teeth knocking together, tongues tangling. She feels too good, too perfect, and I’m not going to last.
“Come with me,” I grit out, reaching between us to find her clit. “One more time, Buttercup. Give me one more.” My voice comes out strangled.
She gives me what I ask for, her whole body going tight, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep and spilling inside her, groaning her name into her shoulder.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, my face buried in her neck. We’re both breathing hard, sweat-slicked and tangled together, and I don’t want to move. Ever.
She runs her fingers through my hair, gentle now, and I feel her lips brush my temple. “That was—”
“Yeah,” I say because I don’t have words either.
Slowly I pull out, my cock slipping free from her snug pussy that’s still trying to strangle it.
I roll, taking her with me so she’s sprawled across my chest. I grab the blanket from the other bed and drape it over us, and she settles in, her head on my shoulder, her hair everywhere. She places her hand over my heart. I’m sure she can feel how hard it’s still pounding.
I kiss her forehead, her nose, and her mouth, soft and slow. “You’re staying,” I say. It’s not a question this time.
“Yeah,” she whispers, eyes already drifting closed. “I’m staying.”
I hold her tighter, feeling her breathing even out, and stare at the ceiling, my heart still pounding. She thinks I mean she’s staying for the night. I meant forever, and she already agreed.
She’s here. She’s mine. And I’m never letting go.