“Not yet, Mads.” He withdrew his hand, leaving me bereft. Until he kicked the chair farther back and dropped to his knees. He curled his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and tugged down. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had lifted my hips, he was strong enough to get them off me.
I tipped back and caught myself as he dragged them down my legs. My bare ass was pressed against the table.
“So fucking pretty,” he said roughly, his head between my legs. “I’m going to see this in the light of day, Madison.” The way he said it was a promise. “I’m going to get you off over and over and over until you realize that I was not fucking joking. Your pleasure is mine. This pussy is mine.”
I couldn’t form coherent words.
“You’d better hold on.” He wasn’t slow or gentle. He descended on me, sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Oh my god!” My shout echoed in the empty house and I didn’t have to worry about neighbors. The thought should alarm me, but I’d never felt safer. More supported. He was concentrating on me. He was consuming me.
I was at the very edge of the table, his arms wrapped under my thighs and holding me. That talented tongue of his licked and lapped, finding the right rhythm until I was grinding against him. My abs clenched and my legs spread, I dug my hands through the silky strands of his hair like I had wanted to for so long.
I hung on to him as the pleasure inside me grew and swirled, morphing into unadulterated ecstasy. My skin was shrink-wrapping around me again, holding in growing energy. It wouldn’t be enough. The explosion was coming.
As much as I wanted to reach orgasmic heights I’d never experienced before, I didn’t want this to end. He’d come to his senses soon enough. He couldn’t really mean what he had said about my pleasure being enough. I could wait to find out and stretch this moment to eternity.
But he was too good for that. I hit my peak and toppled over, and even that was different. A gradual, more powerful fall that grew stronger and stronger. “Oh my god—Teller!”
He lapped at me as everything inside me went tight. I jerked on his hair, not meaning to but unable to let go. All the trembling from earlier roared back, racking my limbs as I shook and convulsed due to nothing but his tongue on my clit.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I panted, every muscle taut. Then languid heat spread through me, all the way to my toes. I released his head and my legs hung, only held up by his wide shoulders.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Fuck me, Mads. That was amazing.”
He prowled up my body as he rose and claimed my mouth. If he didn’t care about being covered in me, then I didn’t either. I was still trying to catch my breath. His kisses were sensual, slow, searching, like he was asking me if I was truly okay.
I hung my arms over his shoulders. His erection prodded me through his underwear, but he didn’t try to seek relief for himself. If he kept up with that mouth of his, I’d be seeking more real soon.
“Don’t you need something?” I asked, sliding my hands down his arms, eager to take this further.
He gripped my hands, turned each one over, and kissed the palm of my right hand, then my left. “Another time. Right now, I need to tuck you into bed.”
He released me and helped me to my feet. Then he grabbed my shorts off the floor and held them open for me to step in.
He seriously wasn’t going to ask for more?
Okay... I gingerly put one foot in, then the other. He slid the shorts up my legs.
Awkwardness was setting in. I glanced behind me at the table. “I can clean up before I go to bed.”
He rose and tipped my chin up, giving me another sweet kiss. “I’ll clean up. Go. Get some rest.”
Confusion swirled around my head. Uncertainty. There was more space between us right now than there’d been all night. Had I read everything wrong? “You sure?—”
Another firm kiss. “I said over and over and over. This was once. I’m not done showing you that your pleasure should be a priority. And if you don’t get upstairs, I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you until neither of us can stand. I’m not a man who likes to go back on his word, Madison, but I’m still just a man. Save me and get that sweet ass of yours upstairs.”
Oh. Energy sparked inside me and a comforting warmth filled my chest. “Good night, Teller.”
“Good night, Mads.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Teller
Warm water pounded against my body. Last night, I’d thought I’d pass out from my erection. This morning, I was barely able to keep it under control. Just hearing Madison puttering around in the kitchen had been enough to propel me to the shower to jack off. Seeing her in the kitchen was going to do it again.
I shut the faucet off and stared as the last of the water circled the drain. Why hadn’t I tracked her to her bed and plunged inside of her? She would’ve let me. We both wanted it, needed to succumb to this intense chemistry between us.
