20. Madison #2
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue parted my folds, licking a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, and I grabbed his hair to keep myself upright.
“Oh God.” My voice came out broken. “Right there.”
He licked me with long slow strokes interspersed with tight circles around my clit. He knew exactly how I liked it, building me up slowly. When he slid two fingers inside me, I cried out loud enough that anyone in the hallway would have heard.
“That’s it,” he said against me, the vibration of his voice making me shudder. “Let me hear you. I’ve missed those sounds.”
He curled his fingers, finding the spot inside me that made my knees buckle, and sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time. The dual sensation was too much. I came hard and fast, my thighs clamping around his head, a broken moan tearing from my throat.
He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks faded, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. Then he stood up and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his tongue.
“I need more,” I said against his mouth. “I need you inside me.”
“Thank fuck.” He was already unbuckling his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking from base to tip.
“I forgot how big you are,” I said, watching his face as I touched him. A bead of precum leaked from the tip and I rubbed my thumb over it, spreading the slickness.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.” His voice was strained. “It’s been months. Months of wanting you and not being able to have you.”
“Then stop waiting and fuck me.”
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, his hands gripping my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed me against the wall and I felt the head of him nudging at my entrance, exactly where I needed it.
“Look at me,” he said.
I looked at him. His eyes were dark, desperate, full of everything we’d been fighting against.
“I love you,” he said. “I never stopped. Not for a single second.”
“Don’t say that right now.” My voice came out shaky. “Not when I can’t think straight.”
“I’ll say it again when you can.”
He pushed into me slowly, stretching me open. I gasped and he stilled, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Fuck, baby, how did you get so tight?” he asked.
“More. Give me all of it.”
He thrust the rest of the way in and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was so deep, filling me completely, and for a moment neither of us moved.
We just breathed together, connected in the most intimate way possible.
“You feel incredible,” he said, his voice wrecked. “You always felt incredible, but this… I can’t even describe this.”
“Move. Please, I need you to move.”
He pulled out slowly and thrust back in, setting a rhythm that made the picture frames rattle against the wall. I clung to him and let him take what he needed, what we both needed, months of longing finally finding release.
“Harder,” I said. “I won’t break.”
His hips snapped against mine, driving into me so deep I could feel him everywhere. The angle was perfect, his pubic bone grinding against my clit with every thrust, and I could feel another orgasm building already.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So wet and tight and perfect.”
“Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
He fucked me faster, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted the marks. I wanted evidence that this was real, that I hadn’t imagined it.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I reached between us and found my clit, rubbing in fast circles while he kept up that relentless pace. The combination pushed me to the edge within seconds.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”
“Do it. Come for me. Let me feel it.”
My whole body clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe. I screamed his name and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing me through it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “You’re squeezing me so tight, I can’t hold back.”
“Come inside me. I want to feel it.”
He thrust deep and stilled, his whole body shuddering as he came. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with warmth, his face buried in my neck, my name falling from his lips.
We stayed like that for a long moment, pressed together against the wall, both of us breathing hard. He was still inside me, softening slowly, and I didn’t want him to pull out. I didn’t want this connection to end.
“I meant what I said.” His voice was muffled against my skin. “Every word.”
“I know you did.” I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “I’m just not ready to say it back yet.”
He lifted his head and looked at me. “That’s okay. I’ll wait.”
I pulled him down and kissed him instead of answering.
He carried me to the couch and we lay tangled together, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. Through the walls, I could hear the muffled sound of music from the reception.
“We should probably go back,” I said.
“Probably.” He didn’t move. “In a minute.”
I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the feeling of his arms around me, his heartbeat steady under my ear.
The wedding was still going on somewhere, Greer and Graham dancing, everyone celebrating second chances.
I’d just done the stupidest or most amazing thing available to me.
And I had no idea what that was going to mean in the morning.