“What fucking street are we on, again?”

The question comes out in between deep, hungry kisses. Each kiss is like a reset button, and I lose the plot entirely. The feeling of our lips meeting softly and naturally throws me so far that I’m lucky to remember what planet I’m on.

“I don’t know, some fucking number,” Maddie replies.

Maddie grabs my ass with our next kiss, her grip firm and resolute.

“A number, you say. I think I know which way to go.”

Maddie’s wearing my coat and staring up at me with her gorgeous emerald eyes. Even with yards of dark wool fabric draped loosely across her shoulders, Maddie still looks so fucking hot.

“Hold on, though,” she says, signaling that it’s time for one last kiss before we start walking.

We’re right outside the karaoke lounge, and I don’t even think it’s midnight yet, but if there’s anyone else on this block besides us, I am not aware of them.

Another kiss throws me for another loop. Like all of our kisses, this one just seems to happen.

This one also feels especially ravenous. It lingers, not wanting to end. The longer it goes on, the deeper the well of hunger gets.

Eventually, the kiss needs to end, because we’re not going to satisfy a hunger that deep right out here on…

“Wait, what fucking street is this, again?”

“I thought you knew!” Maddie’s leading the way, despite her claims of ignorance.

With her hand wrapped firmly around my forearm, Maddie just starts fucking running when we get back to Avenue A.

The only choice I have is to run with her, and she’s running fast—my big-ass overcoat’s not slowing her down at fucking all.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you, Maddie.” I catch my breath as we enter Lush Republic. “You got us here quick.”

“You want your coat back, don’t you? Hey, my jacket!”

Somehow, Maddie’s jacket ended up on the coat rack by the entrance. She grabs it with a smile and laboriously takes off my coat, still wearing the same smile.

“Here, have a coat…I need a drink.”

“Is that a poem?”

“I hope not,” says Maddie, already on her way to the bar.

Charles has two stouts ready for us by the time we sit down. He disappears before we can thank him.

“I like how I don’t have to order anything here,” Maddie comments, taking a big first guzzle.

“Is that still good cold out of the tap?”

Maddie looks at the pint glass for a long moment. “It’s no Captain’s Demise, but it’ll do.”

Captain’s Demise—my favorite drink for a one-week period of my life.

Since Maddie’s reappeared in my life, she’s made it clear that Hawaii is off-limits. No references to that week will be tolerated, and certainly no actual fucking discussion.

No acknowledgement of it, even.

Until now, that is.

I leave it there, though.

It’s not like I’m eager to talk about it. For the first time in years, I’m not even thinking about it.

That was then.

And this is now.

We finish our beers, which gives us the perfect boost for the walk back to my place.

“Wait, did you even pay?” Maddie’s yelling tempers the eeriness of City Hall Park.

“They know I’ll be back, and I’ve got a tab open.”

At this point, Maddie’s moving backwards, trying to walk and have a conversation at the same time.

“You must know your way around here pretty well to walk like that.”

“Hey, I don’t live in Boston anymore. I know my way around.”

“Let me get this straight...”

I put my arm around Maddie’s back to keep her steady, and another kiss blossoms instantly.

“…but we keep getting distracted,” she mumbles.

We kiss again after exiting the park. Maddie’s still walking backwards.

“…fuck, and now I forgot what fucking street we’re on again,” I mumble back, against her lips.

“We’re on Broadway, genius, and your apartment’s like two feet away.”

We make the transition from walking slowly to stopping entirely. Our next kiss engulfs us. It’s as if someone poured gasoline on all the little blazes this evening has sparked, combining them into a massive fucking fireball.

“How close did you say it was?” With that, I kiss Madeline’s neck, down toward her shoulder, and around to the other side of her neck.

“Not fucking close enough,” Maddie gasps.

This time, we both fucking run.

It’s a good thing it’s such a ghost town here on Friday nights, because we throw caution to the fucking wind with this mad dash.

Straight across Broadway, down Barclay, through the lobby, and to the elevators without stopping for a goddamn thing.

After we finally need to stop—to wait for the elevator—Maddie mashes the up button with her fist. “I know it’s your building and all, but, fuck, I just want that fucking thing to get here. Why do you need to live so high up?”

Maddie and I are kissing again before I can answer, and our kiss continues in the elevator.

The elevator up to my floor is fast, but not that fast. By the time we reach the twentieth floor, my coat, Maddie’s jacket, and my own suit jacket are on the elevator floor.

By the time we reach the fortieth floor, Maddie’s frantically undoing my belt buckle.

By the time the elevator door opens on my floor, we’re still locked into a desperate kiss, our hands exploring the contours of each other’s bodies.

With our lips remaining stubbornly locked, we sidestep out of the elevator just before the door closes again.

After the elevator door closes with a ding, our kiss ends for a moment, and we regard each other.

We don’t say a word, but Maddie’s emerald eyes continue to set me on fucking fire.

We bolt down the hallway, and I fumble with my apartment key after we stop for another kiss just outside my door.

Our current kiss end as soon as we’re in the privacy of my apartment. Simultaneously, we drop to the floor.

Maddie gently falls onto her back as I work my lips around the side of her neck. I fall with her, moving down to her shoulder again, and towards her chest, as she unbuttons the top of her suit.

Maddie pushes firmly on my shoulder, encouraging me to stop dawdling and get to the task at hand. I comply, sliding myself down past Maddie’s legs while she wriggles out of her skirt.

I don’t stop sliding until I’m face to face with Maddie’s black leather loafers. As I gently remove her left shoe, then her right shoe, Maddie sighs and squirms mildly in anticipation.

“Mm-hmm,” Maddie grunts approvingly as I massage her feet. Moving onto her calves, I feel her tension draining slowly yet steadily. “Now take off your fucking shirt so I also have something to look at,” she demands.

With my right hand gradually moving up her lower leg, I use my left hand to unbutton my shirt. Maddie props her head up slightly with her hands to get a better look.

Keeping the massage going while slipping out of my shirt requires a delicate balance of switching hands and sustaining a steady rhythm.

As soon as I’ve finished slithering out of my dress shirt, Maddie lifts a hand to point at me insistently.

“Arms in the air.”

I do as she insists. “Okay, okay—that thing’s not loaded, is it?”

Maddie grabs the sides of my undershirt, pulls it straight over my head, and throws it clear across the room behind her.

“Ooh, that’s so much better,” she coos. “As you were.”

As I was—massaging the stress and strain out of Maddie’s wonderful legs, now with both hands working tirelessly. Maddie’s eyes are filled with a contented calm as they roam all over my chest and abs.

When my massage begins making its way up past her knees, Maddie closes her eyes and lets out another sigh. I maintain the same gradual tempo I started with—although that becomes challenging for both of us as I travel further up her thighs.

“Okay,” Maddie says at last, taking hold of her tan panties and starting to slide them off. I help Maddie finish the job, gently slipping her panties down past her feet before throwing them in the general direction of my shirt across the room.

“Now for another slow massage,” I announce.

“Very funny.”

“I thought it was.”

“Sure. Now quit stalling and eat my fucking pussy.”

Hearing those words makes me lose all coordination, and I nearly trip over myself to get to what is now my favorite place to be in the world.

I nestle my head between Maddie’s thighs, and she spreads her legs slowly. She’s so fucking wet that I can’t even entertain the idea of coyly teasing her inner thighs with my lips or tongue or any of that teasing shit.

I go right to work, starting with a slow, all-encompassing lick of her pussy lips from bottom to top. Maddie releases a deep, primal moan. When I begin my second lick, Maddie’s body stirs chaotically as she lets out a low-pitched groan.

Maddie presses herself firmly into my face. I get more creative with my tongue, shifting into different patterns, circling around her lips, and...

Maddie comes uncontrollably, well before I expected. My cock is now throbbing eagerly in my pants, and I move my head back for a second.

“Get back in there,” Maddie instructs in a whisper.

Picking up right where I left off, I run my tongue around Maddie’s pussy lips in a figure-eight pattern, slowly and repeatedly until I let it devolve into more of a circle.

Maddie wriggles and trembles as my circles get nearer and nearer to her clit. I slow down as I get closer.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck, yes!”

Maddie comes again.

I push myself up off the floor. Maddie glows as she reclines blissfully, her green eyes full of tranquility.

“Okay,” she says, “now let me see that fucking cock.”