Placing my lips directly to her ear, I kiss her sweetly and say, “I can’t wait to taste you. A week is way too long to wait for this.” She squirms as my hot breath tickles her neck and ear. “Now, you have to be quiet and don’t move.” She moans my name and I press a finger to her lips. “Shh. Now. You don’t want to spoil this by waking everyone up now, do you?”
When she’s silent and still, I trail my fingertips lightly over her breasts and pull and tug on her nipples. Thumbing over them, they elongate and pucker beautifully. Hefting their full weight in my hand, I kiss circles around the globe of her breast, moving in ever-decreasing circles until I arrive at her impossibly hardened nipple.
I graze my teeth over it and pull the pink tip deep into my mouth. “Fuck, Reid!” she bellows and shrieks as I suckle her. Never removing my mouth from her breast, I reach up and place my other hand gently across her mouth to remind her to keep quiet. She nods her head briefly and I remove my hand, bringing it down to hold her other breast.
Nipples still firmly pinched between my thumbs and forefingers, I slink down her body, leaving a path of wet heat in my tongue’s wake. When I reach her pussy I release her breasts and use my hands to spread her legs open.
Kissing and nipping the tender, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she begins rolling her hips, trying to push them up to my face. Holding her in place, I cup her hips in my hands. My thumbs trace along the V of her mound and she shakes at the anticipation of pleasure.
Nuzzling my nose along the juncture of her thighs, I inhale deeply. “Fuck, Maddy. You smell incredible. I bet you taste even better.”
“God, Reid. You’re killing me. I…” Her breathily whispered words fade into the moonlight when my tongue swipes over her drenched and dripping pussy.
I lap and lave every inch of her. She tastes heavenly and the feel of her slick and swollen lips against mine makes my cock pulse and twitch. I need to be inside of her, but not before she comes for me.
Flicking my tongue relentlessly over her hardened clit, I reach up to pinch her nipple again. With my other hand, I easily slide two fingers into her trembling core. Her hips roll and buck against my mouth, so I pull her clit into my mouth and suck on it mercilessly until she’s all but falling apart at the seams.
Lightly grazing my teeth over her sensitive nub, she comes against my lips - shaking, convulsing, bucking wildly and beautifully. I devour every last drop of her orgasm as she returns to this plane of existence.
Barely able to contain my own desire any longer, I kneel between her legs, my dick bobbing dangerously close to her slick entrance. I pause before sinking into her. Visions of me squishing the baby scramble in my head. Maddy senses my reluctance and she searches my eyes for some kind of answer. When I don’t say anything, she asks, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Shaking my head, I share my fears. “It’s the baby. I’m just worried about hurting it.” Maddy’s eyes sparkle with love as she says, “I’m fine, Reid and so is the baby. Please, make love to me.”
Well, who am I to argue with a request like that?
With my nerves calmed, I lay down on top of her so that every inch of our bodies touches. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I press my lips seductively over hers. I trace my tongue over her lips and dip into the corners of her mouth. She catches me off guard when she pulls my tongue into her mouth and sucks – hard. She bites and licks at my lips and when I pull away, she licks her own lips. “I love the taste of me on your mouth, Reid.”
I can’t control the rumble in my chest; the growl of pure male satisfaction knowing that this fucking beautiful and sexy-as-sin creature is all mine is a primitive and possessive noise.
Returning to kneeling between her legs, I hitch her calves up around my waist and plunge into her hot, wet channel. I move slowly – gliding easily inside of her.
I fall back on top of her and support my weight on my elbows. Dipping my tongue deeply into her mouth, I mimic the motion of our sex. Maddy wraps her legs around my waist even tighter and I feel her pull on her restraints.
When I feel her inner walls clamp down on my cock as her second orgasm begins to crest, I lose control. What started as a controlled and rhythmic lovemaking, spirals into a fast and furious fucking.
Her legs shake and tremble as she comes around me. With a few more deep strokes of my cock against her fluttering core, I come wildly, filling her and claiming her as mine and mine alone.
I reach above her head and untie her with one quick tug on the end of the belt. Almost instinctively, she wraps her body around mine, and when she places her hand above my heart and her lips to my chest, I pull her closer to my side.
Within a few minutes, her fingers stop tracing through my chest hair, and her breathing evens out. She’s so wrecked that she just passes out in my arms.
Inhaling the sweet and citrusy scent of her hair, I press my lips to her head and tell her that I love her. I know she can’t hear me, but I have to say it.
The alarm clock on her nightstand flashes that it’s nearly three thirty in the morning. As my eyelids start to close, I somehow find the strength to pull away from Maddy. We promised Momma that we wouldn’t share the same room, which seemed pretty pointless to me, but I don’t want to be rude in someone else’s house.
I chuckle at the realization that what Maddy and I just did was pretty fucking rude – and crude, and sexy, and fucking hot. Still, there’s no reason for Momma to know about it.
I slink out of her bed and get dressed. I make my way, as quietly as possible, back down to the den and try to get comfortable on the too-small couch.
I can still smell Maddy on my fingers; still taste her on my tongue. I can still feel her at my side and it is with those images, those feelings fresh in my mind that sleep claims me.
The next few nights follow in the same pattern – me sneaking into Maddy’s room to make love quietly but passionately.
On Christmas Eve morning, Momma and I wake before Mel and Maddy. Mel’s hasn’t stumbled in drunk again since Saturday night, but we’ve shared some uneasy stares at each other since then. With all of the last minute holiday shopping we’ve been doing, I haven’t had much of a chance to sit down and chat with her. I mentioned it to Maddy, not because I wanted to rat Melanie out or anything like that. I just thought she should know.
Momma slides me a cup of coffee and arches a suspicious eyebrow in my direction. Her glare makes me feel nervous. “What?” My voice is laced with guilt, like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar or something like that.
Your hand was in Maddy’s pants last night.
