I kissed her first, moving from her perfect mouth to the column of her throat, banking everything on her not regretting this offer as I cupped one round breast and closed my lips over the nipple. Madison arched with a soft cry that sent lightning down my spine. One of her hands clutched the back of my head, the other trembling in a death grip on my shirt.
Who was I kidding? There was no being cool aboutanyof this. Tepid wasn’t an option when my whole body burned with a craving for her.
I switched to her other nipple, sucking it to a stiff peak while she squirmed and whined. I’d imagined those sounds thousands of times, but the reality was so much better, I was lucky I didn’t spill on the spot.
The second it took to remove my shirt was too long to be away from her. I sank down and soaked up the sensation of a half-naked Madison pressed against me. She claimed my mouth again, persistent fingers exploring my skin.
Did she want me as badly as I wanted her?
The way she bucked her hips and pawed at my ass cheeks gave me hope we were equally matched in that department. I nearly came out of my skin when she slipped both hands beneath my waistband to squeeze.
“Stop wearing so many clothes,” she said petulantly.
“Maddie,” I gasped out. “We can’t go too far too fast. I think I would die if you regretted it.”
Her next kiss was less frantic and she cradled my cheek. “I can’t regret being with you. The only thing I regret is all the years we missed out on. I don’t want to lose any more time.”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Really?”
“Of course, really. If you want to wait, we will, but don’t do it on my account.”
We’d already sailed past the point of no return, but somehow, it felt like there was a secret second point of no return in front of us right now.
“If you’re sure. I never want to hurt you.”
Madison wriggled right out of her pajamas and flung them to the floor. “I’m sure.”
God help me.
I climbed off the bed—my only option to strip with any grace. Her appreciative gaze followed me. Once I was bare, she opened her arms to me and spread her thighs so I could tuck between them, drugging myself on her kisses.
She was already dripping slick.
Fuck me.
She really did want me.
Before I could slide down her body and consume a feast between her lush thighs, she impatiently shifted her hips to meet mine, snaring the tip of my dick. I stilled, trying to keep myself together.
“Jude,” Madison murmured my name, gently rocking as if telling me to get a move on.
“I love you.” The words tumbled out of me. “I have for years—hopelessly, desperately, probably pathetically. If we’re doing this, you have to know that.”
I caught a hint of salt in the air from tears sliding down her temples. “I love you, too. I won’t stop, but right now, I need more than words from you.”
Message received.
I let my hips sink, dick gliding into her while we both shuddered. The needy sound she let out as she clung to me was all the encouragement I needed now.
I loved her, but I didn’t fuck her like it. Each driving thrust jostled the bed. Madison braced a hand against the wall, her moans and whimpers a symphony of pleasure. I couldn’t exactly fuck my way straight to her soul, but dammit, I could try.
Every slick descent forced another perfect sound out of her and I murmured her short name over and over as we chased our pleasure together. Her nails digging into my ass cheek urged me on. I wedged my fingers between us, letting my hips drive them against her clit until she was a shaking mess beneath me and her body went taut, her hand clapping over her mouth to muffle her scream.
I didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of lasting longer than that. The pulse of her cunt dragged me over the edge with her. I spilled every drop I had to offer, rocking my hips until she had wrung me dry, and indulging myself in the sweetness of her mouth when she freed it.
I rolled us both over, prolonging her pussy wrapped around me and her body against mine.
Madison let out a laugh of delighted disbelief. “We did that.”
