Chapter Seven #2
We kissed, our hands clasped together throughout it all, connecting us. Until she pulled away, but only so she could unbutton my shirt.
Images flooded my brain; Maddy kissing my chest, raining them down my stomach and stopping on her knees in front of me.
Taking me into her mouth and swallowing me down.
Me sliding my fingers inside her, watching her face illuminate with pleasure as I stretched her with two, then three fingers.
Watching her ride my hand and then dipping down to taste her.
God, I was about to come and we were only kissing.
I needed a minute.
I sat up, pulling her with me and she looked disappointed until I bent my head and pressed my lips to her collarbone.
Her soft skin pebbled under my mouth and an insane amount of satisfaction coursed through me that she was so sensitive to my touch.
I wanted to learn what she liked, learn how to please her.
I kissed a trail to her neck and nipped gently, a strangled sound catching in her throat.
I cupped her jaw and pressed a kiss to the flame necklace that rested in the hollow of her throat before kissing higher until I reached her earlobe.
She was whimpering, her hands fisted in my shirt as she shifted under my touch, growing impatient and I smiled against her cheek.
“My Maddy,” I sighed into her ear and a shiver wracked her, goosebumps sprouting along her skin again. Fuck, I already knew I wouldn’t get tired of seeing that.
“Tell me what you want?” I murmured.
“Touch me,” she gasped.
I pulled back, taking in her flushed skin, so rosy under the soft light of my bedroom. Her eyelids pressed closed, the shadow of her lashes long against the apples of her cheeks.
“Where?” I croaked.
She met my stare, then took one of my hands, stroking over the back of it then linked our fingers.
I squeezed in reassurance and she brought our linked hands between her legs and pressed my hand there, against her warm core.
She arched her hips and rubbed against me once, twice and then I was tunnelling under the silky skirt of her dress.
I gazed at her, looking for confirmation and she nodded.
I slid my hand under her panties and ran a finger over her damp center.
Her mouth dropped open on a gasp, her eyes widened in shock at the pleasure.
I pressed my forehead to her shoulder, my eyes closed as I stroked her, trying to get myself under control.
This woman was going to be the death of me. She was perfect. Every movement, every sound and expression, every sensation that shot through me.
“Kiss me,” she uttered and I did. I smashed our mouths together, eating at her as I moved my hand down and pressed a finger inside her. Her wet heat welcomed me, clenched around me to keep me inside her and I grunted against her lips.
A breathy purr erupted from her throat, the sound shot straight to my dick and then my own boxers were wet.
I pulled back, tried to slow down but it was too late.
My breaths came harder as I felt the heat in my spine and then I couldn’t hold back.
My eyes clamped shut, I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth to quiet my moan but it still slipped out.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
Fuck.
She’d made me come.
Just from touching her and hearing her moan, I’d come in my pants.
But I didn’t stop. I kept up my movements, wanting to see what she looked like when she flew over the edge.
I heard a sound in my periphery but I ignored it, too wrapped up in Maddy and the havoc she was unknowingly wreaking on me.
“I’m so close, Leo,” she breathed, voice heavy with hunger. Her eyes raked over my face, drinking in every flicker of expression like she was memorizing me.
I wanted to make her come. I wanted it more than anything. To be the man who made this strong woman crumble in pleasure. I was desperate for it.
There was that damn sound again.
Maddy arched her back and began to shake. I held her tight as she hit her peak, her face twisted in pleasure as she writhed against me and then screamed. She gripped my shoulders, burying her face in my neck as she continued to shudder and moan. I slowed my movements, bringing her down gently.
Holy shit, that was incredible.
That shrill sound interrupted us again and I realized it was her phone.
I wanted to ignore it, to lay in bliss with her for a moment before I covered her lithe body with mine and pressed into her. I hadn’t done that with anyone yet and the fact that Maddy would be my first felt more perfect than anything else ever could.
Her phone rang again and I felt like the universe was conspiring against us.
“Mads, your phone,” I murmured, my voice cut with glass.
She pulled herself away from my shirt, strands of her hair stuck to her forehead from sweat.
God it was so hot in this room, the windows had steamed up just from the two of us.
Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes shined, her lips swollen and puffy and I could see my favorite beauty spot.
I leaned in to kiss it and her phone rang again.
I groaned and slumped back down. “You’d better answer it.”
“Yeah,” she murmured absently and reached over me, rummaging in her little bag that had fallen on the floor. I stroked her back while she dug it out.
“I’ve got ten missed calls?”
“Really?” I frowned. “Who from?”
“Everyone.”
“What?” I sat up.
Then her phone rang again and she answered it. “Daddy? Is everything okay?”
I heard Charlie’s voice down the line, there was something about it. I couldn’t explain how it sounded but I’ll never forget it for as long as I lived.
“Maddy? I need you to come home. Something’s happened to your mom…”