Chapter Thirty-Six
Everly
His tongue dipped into my mound as I moaned his name. He tasted me, swallowing my juices and coming back for more. I rolled my head as he found a rhythm and continued, and in his own words, made me feel how I made him feel.
“Maddox.” I breathed his name. He seemed to enjoy that, and he crawled up my body and had me repeat his name as I tasted my own sweet juices on his lips.
“Say it again,” he whispered, and pulled my body against his. I felt his thick member in between my thighs, and I pressed against it, grinding to soothe my own ache as I said his name against his skin. I decided to return the favor, and pushed him onto his back. He complied; it seemed that I’d have the power as long as his name was on my lips.
I leaned down until his rod was just below my lips. I looked up, and our eyes met. His gray eyes were locked on mine as I opened my mouth and covered his broad tip with my lips. I lingered there a moment, nursing hard to encourage a taste as my tongue teased his slit. Then I slid down, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. His head fell backward as my tongue flicked around the base toward his heavy sac, which I palmed and kneaded, cupping the weight of them as I pulled back, tight-lipping my way to the tip to milk him.
His hands clenched the bed sheets as he moaned my own name, as a taste of his salt hit my tongue. I understood why he seemed to unravel at the sound of his name, and my ache grew, causing me to quiver.
It didn’t seem I spent much time taking care of him before his hands slipped beneath my arms and he pulled me toward him.
“Let me taste you,” he said, and kissed me. It was passionate and deep, a kiss not of pleasure or desire but of something more sincere and caring. One of his hands cupped my breast, and the other, my ass, as he deepened the kiss. I was already wet before, but I knew I would be covering his body in my juices soon enough.
Everything about his movements was slow and deliberate, as if he’d spent plenty of time this past week imagining every little thing he would do to me. I knew I had spent the week with the same thoughts. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin and running over the stubble on his chin. His body reacted to mine until he was long and thick, but even then, he wouldn’t give in to pleasure.
Instead, he flipped over so that I was lying on my back and he was on top. His lips trailed down my chin, past my neck, and across my chest until he was at my breasts. He took his time licking the edges of each nipple, making my head dizzy with desire and my thighs soaked in my own liquid.
“I wanted this so bad,” he said. “I needed you so bad.”
“Did you think about me late at night?” I asked, a near mimic of our time in Las Vegas. “Did you imagine fucking me like you did over the Strip?” But Maddox shook his head as he took turns sucking on my breasts. His hand cupped my sex as he leaned over me, his lips inches from mine.
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he said. “I want to make love to you.” He kissed me, and finally, I felt the very tip of him press against my entrance.
I moaned, spreading my thighs, and hooked my ankles around him as I begged for more. He was slow though, and instead of pushing inside of me like he once had, he teased my entrance until it was soaked.
“You could slide it inside easily,” I said. He answered by pressing it against me harder. I couldn’t take any more; I needed him.
His hips moved against mine as he entered me, the entirety of his length buried deep within me. We both gasped, but instead of moving in and out as he usually did, he stopped and enjoyed the sensation.
The warmth of his body enveloped me. The strength of his muscles flexed as he leaned over me and slowly started to move inside of me. I moved my hips to meet his, my eyes fluttering as his thick rod filled me.
He kissed me again, and pressed his lips hard against mine as he continued to make love to me. I hadn’t ever felt such an intimate connection before, as if we both could feel each other’s senses. Pressure began to build low in my belly, a warmth that was slowly spreading across my body toward my head. Maddox was beginning to quicken his pace ever so slightly. His hands cupped my cheek, and our eyes met in a locked gaze as both of our mouths opened in a silent moan full of pure, intense pleasure.
I found my release first, and I cried in his hands as my body shuddered beneath his touch. He continued rocking back and forth into me until his release arrived, and I felt a warmth enter my body as he filled me up, one hand sliding up and squeezing the edges of my hair as his hips buckled into mine.
He rested, his member still inside of me, as we both struggled to take deep breaths. Finally, after what felt like an hour, he pulled away and collapsed beside me. My hair had fallen in a wild mess around my shoulders, and his fingers slowly played within the tangled strands. I curled up against his body, enjoying the warmth and comfort that he offered, never wanting to be apart from him again.
“I almost feel like I should thank you,” I said. “That’s silly, isn’t it?”
“Very silly,” he said behind me. A hand slid around my waist. “But you’re welcome, anyway.” We both laughed.
“Should we get up?” I asked. “Or at least get dressed, just in case?” I couldn’t imagine a repeat of our first time together, especially not after everything that’d happened. Maddox’s stubble brushed against his pillow as he shook his head.
“Abby’s staying over at Nick’s for the night,” he said and tightened his hold around my waist. “And you need to stay right where you are.”
“I can do that,” I said, already fighting to keep my eyes open. “I’ll stay right here.”
I fell asleep in Maddox’s arms, his calm breathing a lullaby to my revolving thoughts.