“I should bring you off first. With my mouth or my hands. To soften the way.”
Maddy glares. “If I don’t feel your cock inside me in the next ten seconds, I will literally die.”
Ha. Well, how can I argue with that?
After all her bravado, Maddy’s breath catches as I begin to press inside. The first inch or two is easy, a delicious glide into her wet heat, but then I meet resistance and pause.
Down below me, Maddy’s tangled hair is splayed across my pillow, dampening the fabric. She’s biting her bottom lip hard, and I duck down and steal a long, drugging kiss, drawing it out until her tense body relaxes. She melts into the mattress, her tongue sliding against mine.
“So perfect,” I mutter against her lips between kisses. “You’re so fucking perfect, Madeleine. Relax, darling. Let me in.”
She nods, hazy, then holds her breath as I thrust forward, breaking through the flimsy barrier inside her. A tiny noise escapes her, but when I kiss her cheek and throat, Maddy starts giggling.
“Is that what all the fuss was about? It wasn’t so bad. I’ve had worse paper cuts.”
Her hips tilt up, coaxing me another inch deeper. Pleasure zings down my spine and twists low in my belly.
Christ. She feels so good.
Maddy’s tight channel grips me, her inner muscles flexing at the intrusion. She’s hot and slick and needy, her body trying to suck me deeper, and the breathy little moans that she’s making in my ear are enough to drive a man wild.
I start to thrust slowly, the bed frame creaking quietly beneath us.
Maddy’s thighs squeeze my waist, and her nails rake down my back. Her moans are louder now, tinged with delight.
I move faster, sweat dampening the back of my neck.
“Mine.” With every thrust, the pleasure ratchets tighter and tighter in my belly, reverberating through me until my teeth ache. So fucking good, I can barely stand it. “You’re mine, Maddy.Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, body arching against me, meeting every roll of my hips. “Oh, god.West.”
“I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
Her nails dig hard enough into my back to draw blood.
And it’s so raw and desperate and overheated, both of us clumsy from sleep deprivation, the mattress springs plunking in the quiet room, but I wouldn’t change a single detail. Not when Maddy’s teeth graze my earlobe, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft. Not when I snake a hand between us to rub at her clit, and she arches her back with a husky cry at the ceiling.
We tangle together on that bed, sun brightening outside the window, wrestling to get impossibly closer. Outside, the distant waves crash against the rocks.
Sweat gathers in every nook and cranny of my body, and we’ll need to shower again after this. Every part of me is hot and sticky and damp, my thigh muscle singing out with pain and strain, and I don’t care an inch.
I feel young again. Primal.
And breathless with awe, because Maddy is the finest natural specimen I’ve ever seen up close. She’s hardier than any lichen; more delicately beautiful than any orchid. For the first time in eight years, I feelalive.
And when she reaches between us to pinch both my nipples, my hips jerk in shock, a bark of laughter tearing from my throat. Every sensation is heightened; every nerve ending sparks with electricity.
And each roll of my hips makes Maddy plead and grunt and writhe.
Finally, I angle my thrust just right to make my girl howl with pleasure. It echoes through the empty manor, loud enough for all the staff to know exactly what we’re doing, but I don’t miss a beat. The bed keeps creaking; my hips keep rolling. After all,we’ll be away from this place first thing tomorrow. Crossing over that land bridge into the great beyond.
One more thrust, two more thrusts—
Maddy clamps down on my shaft, her core muscles twitching. Her head tilts back on the pillow, eyes falling closed, and she holds her breath as she comes and comes and comes.
It’s a miraculous sight. I stare down at her, my hips still rolling, and try to catalog every detail. Committing this moment to memory, all while my nerve endings sing with pleasure and pride.
Then Maddy’s eyes crack open and narrow on me. A fierce look of determination settles over her features, and her ankles lock behind my back, holding me wedged deep inside her.
