“This is the best fuckin’ seat in the house. I don’t even have to sit up!”

Madeline’s eyes are happily focused on the front of my Michael Andrews Bespoke suit pants. She’s waiting for the full package to come bursting out.

As ready as I am to rid myself of these pants, I believe in showmanship—and I can see the anticipation still building in Maddie’s face.

I can also see the anticipation in the way that Maddie’s softly running her fingers around the edge of her bra.

My left hand unhurriedly travels in the direction of my fly. The voyage is indirect, leaving my audience wondering about its destination until it decisively arrives just over the top button.

My thumb and forefinger work the button gradually, the process getting slower as it goes on. When this culminates with the top of my fly finally opening, Maddie tears the bra cup down from her left tit, so her fingertips can knead her nipple.

Goddamn.

“We may be in disagreement about that,” I remark, measuredly unzipping my fly.

“On what?” Maddie asks, her stunning face framed in a pool of golden hair.

“I believe that I have the best seat in the house.”

“But you’re standing.”

That’s enough escalation—it’s time for the showstopper.

In one swift movement, I yank my trousers and my boxers straight down past my knees. Suddenly, my powerfully rigid, pulsing member is out in the open and fully visible in my well-lit living room.

Maddie gasps, then squeaks in delight.

“Showmanship,” I remark.

“Real proud of yourself, huh?”

“Reasonably.”

“Well, now it’s my fucking time to shine.”

In the bat of an eye, Maddie goes from sprawling leisurely on the floor to knocking me off my proud feet and pinning me to the carpet.

“Jesus, Maddie.”

“Shush.”

Maddie rips off her bra and launches it at the growing clothes pile across the living room. Maddie goes further to demonstrate her own showmanship by shoving her tits right into my fucking face.

I roll with it, softly kissing and licking around her nipples for a precious few seconds until she slides her tits away.

I’m about to lament that development—until I feel her tits grazing lightly yet magnificently down my chest, then my abs, then...

Feeling the warm ampleness of Maddie’s tits approaching my starving cock is more than enough to elicit a resonant groan of ecstasy from my lips.

“Shush, I said. This is my show, now.” With that, Maddie grips the base of my member and begins licking up and down my shaft. Not wanting to interrupt the show, I bite down on my fist in an attempt to stay quiet.

But when Maddie’s tongue starts exploring the tip of my cock, that attempt starts to break the fuck down. As I feel her lips enclose my shaft, the low, ecstatic moan building within me becomes inescapable.

And when Maddie takes my cock readily into her mouth and throat, I give the fuck up completely and snarl like a wild fucking beast.

Maddie releases my cock from her mouth with painstaking slowness.

“Now that’s the kind of sound I want to hear,” Maddie comments before running her tongue up my shaft and taking the whole thing right back into her mouth.

The abrupt, intense carnality provokes another primeval snarl. Maddie responds with a throaty snarl of her own, sending seismic vibrations through my cock.

It’s just too fucking much.

My vision goes blindingly white for a moment. I hear myself producing bass-heavy moans, which quickly grow into an untamed roar.

The sound of my voice is still reverberating around my living room when I notice that Maddie’s now lying next to me on the floor.

Maddie just fucking transported me to another universe, and I didn’t even notice the blowjob ending.

Simultaneously, we turn on our sides to face each other. Her fingers are delicately caressing my cock as it throbs with monumental yearning.

“Showmanship,” Maddie says coolly.

My fingers find the warmth of Maddie’s waiting pussy. As I brush my fingertips gently along her lips, her green eyes shoot blistering sparks of passion in every direction. When I massage my forefinger gradually into her pussy, Maddie’s fierce eyes go blank with pleasure.

My forefinger moves tenderly up and down her lips as my middle finger enters her gently.

Maddie shudders with the start of another orgasm.

The fierceness returns to Maddie’s eyes as she comes. Once she finishes, a look of determination dawns across her face, and my heart starts pounding wildly. She then grips the middle of my shaft tightly. Her lips curl into a crazed smile, and her grip grows tighter.

Maddie’s pussy is tremendously wet—I’m moving my fingers around the vicinity of her clit. She sighs, then squeals as I draw closer. She clasps her other hand around my shaft, holding on as if it’s about to float away.

My eyes stay glued to Maddie’s, and her eyes stay right on mine. Those eyes contain volumes, multitudes, the enormity of this amazing woman’s heart and soul. It’s like she can communicate more to me in a tiniest glance than most people could in a million words, and I’m reading everything she’s trying to tell me loud and cl—

“Come on, Ethan. Do I have so spell it out for you?”

“What?” That’s the dumbest I’ve fucking sounded in a while, but Maddie knows how to take me by surprise in so many ways.

“Just fuck me already...with this giant fucking cock, holy shit.” Maddie grins as she releases her grip on my shaft.

She laughs, and so do I.

Maddie rolls onto her back, giggling, and I rotate with her.

Like one of our kisses, it just starts to happen. The waves of immense pleasure begin as I look into Maddie’s eyes, just inches below me.

The first couple times, I only let the tip of my cock go in. It’s not even showmanship at this point—the feeling is so intense that I’m afraid of passing out or losing my mind entirely if I don’t ease into it.

More wild snarls and growls fill the air from both of us, and our appetite takes over.

Steadily, I go almost all the way in.

“Almost, Ethan,” Maddie sighs.

Maddie rolls her eyes and grins with irrepressible joy as I thrust in as far as I can go.

“That’s fucking iiiiiit!” Maddie’s last word rises to a frenzied crescendo.

She’s fucking right, too. My visions grows brighter again, and I let out a loud, unruly moan.

The feverish currents of pleasure are almost too much to process, but the desire coursing through both of us is even more powerful.

As we keep going, and our tempo increases, and my eyes shut, almost by their own volition. I get lost in this indescribable, all-encompassing sensation.

Part of me wants to tame this feeling, to get a handle on it. But that would be impossible. And besides—I would never dare to try and diminish or change anything about this feeling.

This is our feeling.

The feeling of Madeline and me.

It’s unlike anything else I’ve felt or experienced.

It’s unlike anything else in the world.

And right now, I’m lost in it. I’ve never been so fucking happy to be lost anywhere.

I’ve never been so...

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Madeline’s piercing, squealy sound brings me back to reality—or as close to reality as possible. The currents of unimaginable bliss are still surging boundlessly.

I open my eyes to see Maddie below me, her eyes rolled upwards in ecstasy.

“Ooh. Ooh!”

The noises are just escaping her. She grabs a fistful of her own hair and closes her eyes.

“Argh! Ach!”

Okay, that was me. It can’t be fucking helped.

Maddie opens her eyes and shoots me one of her fierce gazes. I hear myself grunting—it really is becoming too much to take...

“Harder.”

Did she just say harder?

“Harder,” Maddie repeats.

Just as I’m beginning to process the word, Maddie releases the hair that she still had gripped in her hand. I watch the soft, golden strands tumble gently across her face, and I summon all my concentration to do what Maddie wants.

“Yes,” Maddie whispers. “Yes.”

Maddie spreads her arms angelically across the floor as we moan in unison. Just as my eyes begin to shut again, a fresh wave of sensation erupts out of nowhere.

I let out a coarse shout. It takes me a second to pinpoint the feeling of Maddie squeezing me hard with her cunt.

“That’s right,” Maddie growls, wrinkling her nose in aggression. Her hands leap up to grab my ass.

I bellow raucously, Maddie screams like a banshee, and the world around us takes on a bright, warm glow.

The final surge of shining, cosmic euphoria comes on slow—and seems to last for a wondrous eternity.

I come, and Maddie comes, and I collapse next to her on my living room floor.

“So, after that,” she says, panting, “what’s your dream now, Ethan?”

Floating down from that rapturous cloud, I consider my answer. I could tell Maddie my dream is to stay here, where we are, on my living room floor forever.

Instead, I decide on something a bit more mundane.

“I could use a drink.”

“Hmm. Not a bad dream. I could get on board with that.”

Maddie and I go to enjoy a quiet glass of single malt scotch while taking in the nighttime view through my living room window.

And then we go to bed, together.