Chapter 24
It wasn’t my intention to talk about the past. I didn’t want to ruin the few hours we had together with a scene like that. Memories always have the power to mess with my mood.
We both fell silent for the rest of the cruise.
When we arrive at my house, I’m overcome by the need to possess her just like yesterday. To leave a mark on Madeline’s life as much as she’s doing on mine.
I’ve been watching her all day. I can’t deny that a part of me wonders if she truly is as good and pure as she seems or if she’s playing a game.
It wouldn’t be the first time a woman has pretended to be innocent to try to stay in my life for longer. In this specific case, maybe forever if the pregnancy turns out to be true.
“Thank you. The day was wonderful,” she says beside me as we walk inside my palace.
“We didn’t really get to see much, to be honest. Turkey has many special places to visit.”
We stop in the entrance hall, and I think both of us know we’re just making small talk. In Madeline’s eyes I see an invitation, reflecting the same wild desire I feel.
Up until this point in my life, it has been easy to separate sex from any other emotion, simply physical pleasure. But there’s something in Madeline that has managed to touch a part of me that no one else has ever accessed.
A cynical smile forms on my lips as I think that I’m too old to confuse lust with feelings.
But what if it’s more than that? What if there’s something in her that binds me, something that will always keep me tied to her?
No. She doesn’t belong in my world. The best thing to do is embrace the end when we return to London. If Madeline is right and the pill she takes does the job, our story ends tonight.
“Kamal?” She looks at me, sounding confused and maybe a little intimidated.
I put a hand on her waist, but I don’t pull her closer just yet. “Our last night,” I say, then I do pull her to me.
This time when I kiss her, it’s slow, like we’re savoring the moment. Something primal emerges within me as her hands rest on my shoulders, her body melting against mine.
She moans into my mouth, and the sounds Madeline makes should be saved in a bottle. They could drive a man insane just by him hearing them.
When we break the kiss, her cheeks are flushed and her breath is uneven.
Her hands move to my shirt, taking the initiative to unbutton it for the first time.
She would be terrible at poker. Not only because she can’t lie but because her face reveals everything she’s feeling.
I can see her hands shaking, and her teeth bite her lower lip as she concentrates on the task at hand.
I’m holding back from touching her. Even though it’s not in my nature to stay so passive, I’m fascinated by her courage to try and seduce me.
The shirt is completely open when she looks up at me. “I like how strong you are here,” she says, touching my abdomen. She moves closer, her mouth hovering over my skin. She smells, nibbles, then licks my chest. She lowers herself, tracing a downward path along my abdomen, and my pulse quickens.
“What are you doing?”
“Tasting you. I want to learn everything. I know myself. I know I won’t be intimate with another man anytime soon. Not until I can forget your scent or how much I love feeling you inside me. So today, I want to learn everything I can. Try to give you pleasure like you do with me.”
“You want to give me a blowjob,” I say bluntly, perhaps to punish her for merely mentioning another man. The idea of someone else touching her or Madeline touching some other man tests my sanity.
She nods in response.
“Get naked, then. I want to see this beautiful body while I fuck your mouth.” I haven’t been rough with her yet. Now, though, I feel volatile, jealous, crazy, as the clock signals the end, the ticking relentless in my head.
I don’t know what she’ll do. Maybe she was expecting me to protest, but Madeline doesn’t seem willing to back down. She places her hands on her back and unzips the strap dress she’s wearing.
I look at her perfect body covered only by small, white panties. Her large, firm breasts with erect nipples.
She doesn’t try to cover herself, but I know she’s embarrassed. Knowing that her desire for me is stronger than any inhibition drives me crazy.
“And now?” she asks.
“Kneel down and unzip my pants.”
She approaches slowly and does as I command, but when she puts her hand on the button of my jeans, I hold her jaw, making her look at me.
I finish taking off my shirt, and she lowers my pants just enough for my hard cock to spring in front of her lips.
“Teach me.”
I take a deep breath. “Do you have any idea that every time you say something like that, I feel the urge to lock you away where only I have access to you? To keep you forever?”
I hold her hand and guide it to grip my cock.
When she first touches me with her fingers, I close my eyes.
I never imagined being with an inexperienced woman would arouse me to such an extent.
Madeline has a unique blend of purity and curiosity that unravels me.
Having her kneeling there, looking all sweet and innocent, begging to be taught, breaks down any barriers I might have tried to keep between us.
I caress her face, gently stroking her cheek, and let her fingers pleasure me.
I’m leaning against the door because I’m very tall. She gets even closer and opens her lips, her mouth grazing my shaft.
I push forward, watching my pre-cum wet her plump lips.
I see her tongue coming out, and she licks my length. I grip her hair when she opens her mouth and sucks the head of my cock. At first, she’s hesitant, but it doesn’t take long for her to start sucking eagerly, taking me in as far as she can.
I take control, holding her face. “Relax your mouth. I’m going deeper.” I push gently, going deeper, and she gags. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, thrusting my hips against her face.
I release one of my hands from her hair and pinch her nipple.
She moans around my cock, and I thrust a little faster, wrapping her hair around my fist. “I want to go deeper. Take it all.”
The sounds she makes each time she lets me pound all the way in are making me see stars, but I don’t want to come like this. I need to hold her, grab her body. Fuck her hard.
I lift Madeline up, ignoring her protests, and lay her on her back on my desk. I pull down and remove her underwear before I slip my fingers into her wetness. She grinds eagerly.
I put on a condom and put her legs on my shoulders. Madeline is so wet I feel her heat even through the condom.
With my hands, I hold her thighs, then I lean forward to kiss her.
She’s so sensitive that I feel her clenching around me just as I push the swollen head of my cock past her pussy lips.
She lifts her hips, inviting me into a deep kiss, to push my cock deeper as well, and I bury myself in her. I move tentatively at first to give her time to adjust to my size and girth, because each time I fuck her it feels like the first. She’s so tight.
Madeline lets out a sigh mixed with a moan, her beautiful body moving against mine, and I can’t hold back from taking her mercilessly.
I say I can’t let her go as I promised, tell her she’s mine, even if I know that what I have to offer falls short of what she deserves.
“Kamal!” she screams. Next, her pussy tightens in small spasms, giving me her orgasm.
I lean back to look at her, all sweaty and beautiful, overcome.
When I look at her belly, I think of how my child could be growing inside her. Instead of feeling scared, the thought only makes me harder, and I start fucking her like a wild animal, making the table move under us.
My breathing is loud, competing with the wet sounds as I’m pounding inside her.
“More time,” I say. “I don’t want it to end.”
She doesn’t reply but smiles, shaking her head, perhaps still lost in a cloud of pleasure. Maybe she’s telling me she won’t go back on her offer.
Her refusal drives me crazy, and I lower myself, holding her shoulders and thrusting deep, my balls slapping her.
My body tenses with the impending climax, then I come intensely.
I still don’t let her go, although I should.
I’m not ready for the end.