tumbles out of my mouth. When it hits my ears, I snap my mouth closed. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex. Not in a good way at least.
Suddenly Maddox feels too close. My body is hungry for him,
enjoying
him and begging for more, but all sorts of thoughts are rolling through me.
He gets me… I’m laughing with him… It feels too close
.
As soon as my jeans are gone, my panties follow and then he’s pushing a finger inside and I don’t have to remind myself not to laugh. My emotions are safely tucked away and I allow myself to feel.
Feel his finger pump in and out and feel his mouth as he teases my breasts through my bra.
With his teeth he somehow lowers one cup and then,
“Oh God,”
I gasp as his mouth covers my sensitive peak.
The heat in my belly is building higher and hotter, but I’m not ready to finish yet. Neither of us will let ourselves do this again and he’s so good at what he does that I don’t want to go over that ledge without him. I want to take the plunge with Maddox, which is strange in itself, but I don’t know how to really say that.
“I don’t need the foreplay.”
“You sound like you’re enjoying it.” His hand moves faster.
Struggling, I find his button and pull it open before taking his zipper down. When I begin working his pants, he has to pull back, his hand and his mouth suddenly gone, making me wonder what I was thinking. My body craves his touch again.
Unfortunately, Maddox does what I made him think I want, and stands up. He pushes his pants down, his shirt right after, making me change that to
fortunately
.
He is so, so sexy—all tanned skin and defined muscles. Suddenly I really wonder what he would look like with that piercing we were talking about.
Before my imagination can run too wildly, he’s grabbing a condom from his wallet and sliding it down his length. It’s not nearly enough time to admire, but then he’s leaning over me, pushing inside, and my nails are digging into his back and the feeling is
so
much better than admiring.
“Oh God,” I say again, wondering why that seems to be my phrase of choice when I’m with him.
“You don’t have to keep calling me that.”
His joke springs out of nowhere and I can’t stop myself from laughing. “This is no time for jokes.” I fight to take control and then we’re both quiet as we move together.
The heat is back, blazing into an inferno and I know I’m going to take that leap over the edge at any second.
Maddox’s movements come quicker and his breathing more hurried and when I can’t hold it back any longer, I’m spiraling into oblivion with Maddox right behind me.
His body collapses on top of mine. I can tell he’s not resting his full weight on me. Still his weight and this slick, hard body feels… almost comforting? I don’t know, but it freaks me out and makes me try to wiggle out from under him.
“Don’t worry,” Maddox mumbles. “I’m not trying to cuddle. I just can’t move yet.”
Well, that’s putting things into perspective.
Then he shifts, taking care of the condom before tossing it into the can by the couch. “I’ll take the trash out in a minute.”
He relaxes on me again. I almost put my hand on his head, but stop at the last second. It feels too strange, though now I’m not sure what to do with it, so I have one arm on the back of the couch and the other hanging over the edge.
We lie there for a few minutes, no sound in the room except for the mixing of our breaths. Most of the time I feel suffocated when people are too close like this, but as I lie here waiting for that sensation, it doesn’t come. He’s just here and I’m just here, nothing threatening to take me over and freak me out. He gets what I feel, so he doesn’t want to change me and for a few seconds, I want to live in that.
Without warning, Maddox pushes off the couch and stands up. He doesn’t hide his body, not that he would have a reason to, but it’s almost as if it’s normal
Suddenly Maddox feels too close. My body is hungry for him,
enjoying
him and begging for more, but all sorts of thoughts are rolling through me.
He gets me… I’m laughing with him… It feels too close
.
As soon as my jeans are gone, my panties follow and then he’s pushing a finger inside and I don’t have to remind myself not to laugh. My emotions are safely tucked away and I allow myself to feel.
Feel his finger pump in and out and feel his mouth as he teases my breasts through my bra.
With his teeth he somehow lowers one cup and then,
“Oh God,”
I gasp as his mouth covers my sensitive peak.
The heat in my belly is building higher and hotter, but I’m not ready to finish yet. Neither of us will let ourselves do this again and he’s so good at what he does that I don’t want to go over that ledge without him. I want to take the plunge with Maddox, which is strange in itself, but I don’t know how to really say that.
“I don’t need the foreplay.”
“You sound like you’re enjoying it.” His hand moves faster.
Struggling, I find his button and pull it open before taking his zipper down. When I begin working his pants, he has to pull back, his hand and his mouth suddenly gone, making me wonder what I was thinking. My body craves his touch again.
Unfortunately, Maddox does what I made him think I want, and stands up. He pushes his pants down, his shirt right after, making me change that to
fortunately
.
He is so, so sexy—all tanned skin and defined muscles. Suddenly I really wonder what he would look like with that piercing we were talking about.
Before my imagination can run too wildly, he’s grabbing a condom from his wallet and sliding it down his length. It’s not nearly enough time to admire, but then he’s leaning over me, pushing inside, and my nails are digging into his back and the feeling is
so
much better than admiring.
“Oh God,” I say again, wondering why that seems to be my phrase of choice when I’m with him.
“You don’t have to keep calling me that.”
His joke springs out of nowhere and I can’t stop myself from laughing. “This is no time for jokes.” I fight to take control and then we’re both quiet as we move together.
The heat is back, blazing into an inferno and I know I’m going to take that leap over the edge at any second.
Maddox’s movements come quicker and his breathing more hurried and when I can’t hold it back any longer, I’m spiraling into oblivion with Maddox right behind me.
His body collapses on top of mine. I can tell he’s not resting his full weight on me. Still his weight and this slick, hard body feels… almost comforting? I don’t know, but it freaks me out and makes me try to wiggle out from under him.
“Don’t worry,” Maddox mumbles. “I’m not trying to cuddle. I just can’t move yet.”
Well, that’s putting things into perspective.
Then he shifts, taking care of the condom before tossing it into the can by the couch. “I’ll take the trash out in a minute.”
He relaxes on me again. I almost put my hand on his head, but stop at the last second. It feels too strange, though now I’m not sure what to do with it, so I have one arm on the back of the couch and the other hanging over the edge.
We lie there for a few minutes, no sound in the room except for the mixing of our breaths. Most of the time I feel suffocated when people are too close like this, but as I lie here waiting for that sensation, it doesn’t come. He’s just here and I’m just here, nothing threatening to take me over and freak me out. He gets what I feel, so he doesn’t want to change me and for a few seconds, I want to live in that.
Without warning, Maddox pushes off the couch and stands up. He doesn’t hide his body, not that he would have a reason to, but it’s almost as if it’s normal
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