“We should probably get back,” I say, knowing how late it is.
“We should,” she agrees. “There’s one thing I want first.”
“What?”
Andi steps off of me, and as she does, gravity slowly pulls the milky white of my cum out of her swollen pussy and onto her thigh.
Fuck that.
I reach between her thighs and catch it with my thumb, then push it back inside her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, though she doesn’t swat me away.
“We can’t be wasting this, beautiful,” I explain.
Andi snorts. “Don’t think you’re getting a kid out of me after just a few days. Iamon birth control.”
I grin up at her. “Nothing now. Doesn’t mean my soldiers can’t have fun trying.”
“Oh my god, Maddox.” Laughter leaves her, and she starts down the steps away from me.
I don’t know what she’s up to, and honestly, I don’t care.
She reaches across the foyer and grabs the broom by the door, then sweeps away some of the glass so we can both walk without putting our shoes on. On her tiptoes, she takes my sweatshirt and lays it on the floor in front of the ornate floor-length mirror.
I feel myself squinting at her in confusion.
I’m standing by the staircase, waiting for her to tell me what she wants when she sits on the ground and motions me to join her. I sink to my ass behind her as she grabs her phone from the pocket of her pants—which are thrown on the ground nearby. She settles sideways between my legs and brings up the camera on her phone, and that’s when I finally realize she’s trying to take a photo of us.
I wrap my arms around her, my chin sitting on her bare shoulder, and together, we look at what we are in the mirror.
Fuck, she’s stunning like this.
I move my forearm across her tits and slowly clasp my right hand over her face, letting the skull tattoo line up with her features as she grips my forearm tight. Leaning around just enough that the moonlight coming through the high window catches my eyes, I whisper in her ear, “Snap the photo.”
She still has the phone in her hand as I move my arm down her stomach. My fingers slide over her bare pussy, and she shifts so that her legs are spread wide, bent knees toward the ceiling, and bare feet pressed to the floor. Her bottom lip sags behind my hand, a low moan sounding from within her.
“You like this view?” I ask.
She nods. “I love this view.”
“What about…” I move my hand down and wrap it around her perfect little throat, and her eyes flutter in response.
She snaps another photo.
My legs tighten around her hips, and I brush my finger over her already sensitive clit. She shudders delightfully against me, causing me to wrap my arms around her waist and hug her close.
“I think my madness has found a home in yours,” I say as I look at us.
“I think you’re right,” she whispers.
Her eyes meet mine when she turns her head, and I can’t stop myself from capturing her lips again. Soft yet somehow passionate, the words are a promise entwining our fractured souls together.
A feeling settles in my abdomen with the confirmation—one that I haven’t felt in a long time and never this strongly. It’s restless and euphoric and terrifying all at once.
However, with her…
With her, it’s fucking worth it.
