Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I’m so fucking hard as she stares down at me, tracing a finger across my bare stomach and then lower, playing with the drawstring on my pants.
Put your fucking hands on me, I want to urge her, but she doesn’t need any prompting.
She’s curious, and it doesn’t take long for her to slip her hand under the waistband of my pants and glide it over my hard length. I hiss and suck in a breath as her hand cups me in a tight fist.
I’ve never had Maddie like this, and it’s unreal.
I’m tempted to squeeze my eyes shut and savor the moment, but I don’t want to miss a single second of her straddling my hips and pumping that soft hand up and down on me. I should warn her that it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, that I’ve never—not once—wanted someone like this and her hand feels so fucking good I could come so easily, but I like the torture of this moment, the prolonged pleasure of finally getting something I want.
I tell myself to be a good boy, to stay underneath her and let her set the pace, and I try. I make it another few seconds, another tight pump up and down, and then it’s like I’m breaking free of restraints as I groan and haul her up and off me, tossing her down onto the bed so I can hover over her now.
This is better.
My little Maddie helpless underneath me.
Nowhere to go. No hiding from the truth of what we both want.
I take her hands in mine and roughly tug them up to either side of her head. If she touches me, I’ll lose myself so quickly. This will end in an instant.
Be good, I urge her. Stay put.
Then I let go of her wrists and go back to that flimsy thing she calls a shirt. Her breasts are barely concealed behind the silky material, especially when she heaves in deep breaths. She’s more than nervous; she’s scared.
What does she think I’m going to do to her?
Make this hurt?
Only a little.
I pin her down to the bed using my hips, and then my hands take the hem of her shirt and slide it up higher and higher, not pausing as her breasts spill out of the bottom. Then, impatiently, I bunch the material on her chest, out of my way enough for now, and I let my head drop down. My mouth sucks and bites and kisses until she’s writhing beneath me.
“Quiet,” I warn her.
We’re not alone in this house, but I think she’s forgotten that. She’ll forget everything if I want her to.
My hands start to slide down, unable to contain the urge to feel more of her bare skin. Her tight stomach dips as my hand covers it and then I press on, lower, beneath the waistband of her shorts and underneath her panties.
She’s wet and warm and soft…and oh so accommodating as I let my fingers slide between her thighs. She can’t separate her legs because my knees are positioned on either side of her hips, but there’s still enough room for me to sink a finger inside of her.
Her head tips back and she bows off the bed.
Sensitive Maddie.
Oh so sensitive.
If she doesn’t want to talk to me, if she wants to keep playing the game of avoidance, I’ll tell her everything right here on my bed. What’s confusing about how I feel about you? How could you want this so much if we weren’t meant to be together? I tease her with my finger, and then I slide in a second, stretching her.
Her lips fall open and she whimpers. Maybe I’m going too fast, but I can’t help myself. We aren’t the old Maddie and Aiden. Maybe then I would have taken things nice and slow, but all this waiting has made me insane.
I lean down over her and let my lips press against the shell of her ear.
I tell her what she feels like to touch. The descriptive words I use are filthy, and she responds, her hips tipping up to meet my palm. I feel her start to quake as my fingers pump, and immediately I still. She whispers a plea, digging her nails into the skin on my arms. She’s angry with me for stopping.
Slowly, I start again, but not fast enough for her to come, not nearly what she needs.
Poor, poor Maddie.
I was sitting in that restaurant, prepared to ease us into this, but then she came into my room in the middle of the night, and here we are—animals.
I let her rock her hips against my hand a few more times before I wrench it away and shove her up higher on the bed. She’s been dangling halfway off, so I position her so she’s in the middle and then I tug on her shorts and panties until they’re slipping down her calves and pooling on the floor at my feet.