“Did you even give notice?” I ask while watching Maddie walk into the apartment in front of me.

She’s wearing a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and the same jacket that she had on last weekend—which she takes off and leaves in the middle of the living room floor.

I love this woman.

I’m in love with her.

I’ve made that clear, right?

“I gave a bit more notice than you did, Ethan—but not much.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Same.”

My feet carry me to the middle of the floor where she is, and my lips meet her lips, and hers meet mine.

And our tongues start dancing—not drunkenly, like at the karaoke lounge, but with a midday, sober sense of purpose.

Our hands seem to share that purpose as well. Maddie’s round, firm cheeks feel especially nice through her denim jeans, and she seems determined to get as much of my ass in her hands as possible through my trousers.

We keep kissing as Maddie’s hands move from my clothed butt cheeks up to my suit jacket. Together, our hands work busily at the jacket until it’s off my shoulders and on the floor.

Doing a sort of waltz towards the sofa, our lips take a break from each other, and Maddie pulls her sweater off over hear head with one hand while her other hand is clamped on the middle of my shirt between two of the buttons.

“You know what happens next, right?” she asks assertively once her sweater is off.

Honestly, I’m not sure, but I decide to let whatever happens happen.

And it happens fucking fast. Maddie tears my shirt the fuck open, with buttons soaring in every direction. Just like with my jacket, Maddie and I finish the job of removing the shirt with all of our hands working in an excited, vaguely clumsy frenzy.

As Maddie undoes my belt, I feel softly around her breasts as they rest in their turquoise bra cups.

We start kissing again, and our tongues resume their caffeinated daytime dance, but it doesn’t last for long.

With one hand, Maddie pushes the center of my chest hard enough that I land on the sofa. She deftly undoes my belt while sinking to her knees, and both my hands are already gripping the sofa cushions in fevered, almost nervous anticipation.

This is already too fucking much.

When Maddie pulls my trousers and boxers quickly down to my ankles, my cock snaps up and hits my undershirt with rock-hard force.

Of course it’s that fucking hard already—everything is happening so fast right now, and my mind is reeling to catch up, but my cock is way ahead of me, and it’s more than ready.

Maddie licks slowly up the underside of my shaft, stopping about halfway and starting over again.

It’s fucking torture, but it feels so fucking good.

I hear the sound of myself breathing heavily as my hands grip the cushions so tightly I might end up fucking ripping them apart.

With the next run of her tongue up my shaft, Maddie goes further than hallway—but then stops just before she reaches the tip.

“Oh ha, hoo, hee, hurghhh.”

No, I’m not laughing. I’m just making weird, senseless sounds as Maddie’s tongue melts my brain.

When Maddie brings her tongue up over the tip of my cock with her next run, my eyes shut tight, and I see bright rays of color.

“Oh, bloo blah blorg!”

And I make more strange noises.

Maddie stops, and I feel her moving away from me slightly, and I nearly stop breathing.

“Remember,” she whispers, “showmanship.”

The next thing I know my cock is inside of Maddie’s mouth, and her tongue is doing some kind of fucking sorcery as it moves in deeper.

On top of the wizardly fucking magic she’s performing with my cock, feeling Maddie’s tits pressing against my knees is nearly enough to make me come forcefully right then and there.

Instead, I increase my grip on the cushions on either side of me even more tightly, and I start to lift them off the sofa.

As Maddie lifts her head, and I feel her lips running slowly up my shaft, I throw one of the cushions straight across the living room.

When I feel my cock going gradually back into her mouth, I throw the other cushion across the room in the other direction. It lands somewhere in the hallway to the bedroom.

Groaning dumbly, with no more cushions to grab, I grip the back of the sofa as Maddie moves up and down a few more times.

After Maddie releases my cock entirely, I’m able to get out a couple quick words.

“My turn.”

“Is that so? Better come and find me, then.”

I don’t know if the double entendre is on purpose. Either way, Maddie is laughing loudly as she runs into the hallway.

The best I can do is lumber after her. All I want to do is make her feel the crazy amounts of pleasure she just bestowed upon me, and then even more pleasure than that—if possible.

Maddie’s giggling when I arrive at the bedroom door. She closed the door behind her, so I knock.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“It’s Ethan. I’m here for my turn.”

“Oh, maybe I wasn’t so hard to find after all...”

I open the door and step inside to find Maddie reclining on the bed. Her eyes are on my throbbing, starving cock the moment I step inside.

“...although, I think you might be taking up all the hardness.”

When I hobble into the room, Maddie notices that my pants are still down around my ankles, which leads to her laughing so hard that her face starts to flush.

Maddie’s still giggling softly when I pull down her panties. When I lightly graze my fingers around the edges of her pussy, her laughter fades into a breathy, high-pitched squeal of enjoyment.

Maddie shifts up and down subtly on the bed as I kiss her inner thighs, moving back and forth between left and right, working my way closer.

As I get even closer to her pussy, I slither the tip of my tongue lightly around her thighs.

“Oh, Christ, yes! Keep this going where it’s fucking going, please!”

Oh, I feel ya, Maddie. I want to keep going so fucking bad I can’t even put it into words.

So, of course, I don’t.

Instead, I do something else with my tongue.

Maddie is just fantastically fucking wet as I move my tongue towards her cunt. Still, I start slow, with a classic—widening my tongue and beginning a gradual, enveloping lap starting at the bottom of her lips and inching upward bit by painstakingly slow bit.

Maddie moans, and I stop.

And Maddie moans louder and grabs as much of my hair as she can with both hands.

With Maddie’s hands gripping the short hair on both sides of my head securely, I begin again at the bottom with lap number two.

Getting slower as I lick, I stop around the middle of Maddie’s lips, and her grip loosens as she groans.

“Again, again,” she murmurs softly.

As I start another gradual lick upwards, Maddie starts shifting herself up and down again. I keep the trajectory of my tongue steady by shifting along with her.

This time, I make it all the way to the top, and Maddie moans hoarsely and wildly.

Maddie’s stops shifting as her body relaxes on the bed. For the next lap, I start at the bottom left corner of her labia and move my tongue up diagonally.

I can hear Maddie moving her hands madly up and down the comforter as I complete a few more x patterns with my tongue. My tongue gets slower and more fluid with the pattern each time, going into more abstract spirals and circles.

Maddie stops relaxing. She pushes her pussy hard into my tongue as I keep those patterns going.

She freezes when my tongue finds her clit. I press on it gently, and she unfreezes, pressing herself into me and bringing back her move of grabbing tufts of my hair with her hands.

I retract my tongue for a moment, and we both freeze where we are. Our heavy breathing fills the air.

And I press gently on Maddie’s clit once more.

And Maddie lets forth a hoarse scream and collapses onto the bed as she comes.

I crawl up the side of the bed and lie my head down next to Maddie’s. Her eyes are pointed up at the ceiling as she grins and glows.

“How was my turn?” I ask.

“All things considered, it was not too bad at all. A good showing, I’d say.”

Maddie turns onto her side, and we regard each other for a few blissful moments as the late morning sun shines through my bedroom window.

I don’t know what life is going to bring next, but I can’t wait to find out.

I mean, I really can’t wait, so I ask Maddie.

“What next?”

“Are you serious?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t know...but let’s fuck first.”