Every move pulls her dress tighter across the curve of her ass, and the way my hard cock fits perfectly in her crease with each pass is undoubtedly going to make me black out at any second.
I’ve lost all sense when I grab the bottom of her gown and scrunch it up around her waist. I need to see her, and then that’s when I almost die on the spot.
“Fuck. Me.” I growl at her red lace G-string that’s sucked so deep into her ass I barely see the string.
“Yes.” Her answer is a breathless prayer. “Please.”
Who the hell knew dry humping doggy style could be so fucking good?
I spread her apart, yanking the string aside, then roll myself against her bare skin. Maddie’s throaty moan only confirms that she still loves this as much as I do.
We never got around to anal, but she loved all the exploratory play we did. She’d try to deny it, my sweet, innocent Southern girl, but once we were alone in the bedroom, all bets were off.
“Nate. I need…” Maddie’s plea snaps me back from the edge, causing me to pull back on a curse and take a deep breath.
Get a fucking grip.
“Naked,” I pant, saying it more to myself, since I’m the one undressing her.
The dress slides open, revealing the smooth, toned expanse of her back. Another time, I’ll appreciate every inch of her that I’ve missed; however, that time is not now.
My fingers unclip her bra, and in one fluid move, I flip her onto her back, causing the fabric to shed easily.
By the time she’s bared to me, I’m speechless.
“Shit, Maddie.” My teeth sink into my lip as I reach down, tweaking one tight, pebbled nipple. Her eyes roll, and it’s just another reminder of what she likes and how sensitive she is.
She always loved it when I played with her, teasing her until she couldn’t take it any longer, or…when the unexpected happened and she orgasmed from nipple play alone.
Instead of leaning down and taking them into my mouth, I cup her full, perky breast in my hands, rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her sensitive skin, around her areola, and over her puckered nipple, mesmerized by how much I’ve missed her coming undone.
Every moan, sigh, and quiver I elicit from her. I need it now, more than ever.
“You’re perfect, Mads.” And I don’t only mean her body, though every curve could bring a man to his knees.
I meanher.
Maddie’s beauty is staggering.
She’s not just gorgeous, she’s astonishing, otherworldly, a true goddess written in the stars, made especially for me. Her mind, body, and soul are tethered to mine if she likes it or not.
“I need you.” My eyes snap up, lost again in the ecstasy of Maddie Grace. “And I need your shirt off immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I wink.
My hands barely reach the buttons when Maddie swats them away and leans up to do it herself. “Allow me,” she rasps, looking up through her lashes, her eyes twinkling playfully.
She works each button free with those perfectly polished red nails, pressing soft kisses to my chest with every reveal.
Button, kiss. Button, kiss.
Lower and lower until my shirt is untucked, hanging loose over my slacks.
“Tom Ford,” she reads the tag teasingly. “Of course it is.”
She flicks open the last button and leans in, her lips brushing over the rugged ridge of my cock through the fabric.
A strangled“fuck”slips through my lips when she drags her hands up over my stomach, teasing until she gets to my belt buckle, wasting no time unzipping me, and again her mouth presses another maddening kiss over my briefs.
