Madison

Sluggishly, I sit up on the bed and turn to see a bottle of water with medicine, my cell phone, and a note.

I can watch you sleep forever.

X,

Bryce

The cheesiest smile crosses my face, and my cheeks heat. As much as he drives me crazy, I don’t think I’d want another man to do that to me. I reach for my phone from the nightstand and there are six texts from Kaylee.

Kaylee: You’re a badass. If we weren’t best friends and totally into cocks, then I’d be all over you. I don’t know where your balls of steel came from but don’t let it go. Put his ass in his place.

Kaylee: Holy shit! Henry’s dirty and oh so sexy. We were taking shots, and he licked his lips, while looking at me. AND! He licked my lips, then said he wants to get to know me better. I think I came on the spot.

Kaylee: I’m home … in the bathroom. P.S. we need a lifetime supply of whipped cream. And remind me to disinfect the kitchen counter … and kitchen floor … and you need new sheets. I’M SORRY! We kind of got lost in the moment and went to your room instead.

“Ew.” I cringe and go to her last two messages.

Kaylee: Just woke up to a nice surprise. Let’s say, Henry had breakfast.

Kaylee: MASSIVE *dick pic*

“Oh, my God! Ew!” My eyes. I need to wash them out and get rid of that image. I look again and blush. Henry’s quite huge and thick. Wow. I delete it immediately because I’m sure Bryce would have a heart attack if he saw me gawking at his best friend’s cock.

Putting my phone down, I get out of bed and head to his bathroom to take a shower. The warm water feels inviting. I love his shower. It’s huge with glass doors and shooting jets on the shower wall with a detachable shower head. I could stay in here forever.

Lazily, I wrap a large white towel around my body and change into one of Bryce’s tee shirts. It smells like him.

“This is how every morning should be. You, standing in our bedroom, wearing my shirt.” Bryce saunters over to me and wraps his strong arms around my waist before leaning down to kiss me. He looks extraordinarily sexy in his faded jeans and green polo.

“Pretty soon, it’ll be like this.” I blush. The idea of moving in scares me. I know we’re moving fast, but we’re also adults. I’m twenty-two, and he’s ... “How old are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m over twenty-one and younger than forty.”

I roll my eyes. “It doesn’t matter how much older than me you are. I know you’re in your thirties. Why are you keeping it from me?”

“I’m older than you, Madison.”

I nod. “Mmm okay. I got that. What’s the big deal?”

Bryce sighs in exasperation and takes my hand to kiss it. He whispers against the top of my hand, “I’m turning thirty-five.”

I smile and lean in closer to him, stepping on my tippy toes and kissing his lips. “Okay. I don’t care.”

Relief washes over him, and he asks, “What would you like to do today?”

I rest my cheek on his chest and breathe in his manly, clean scent. “I don’t care. Anything you want. Well, maybe we can stay in bed because I don’t feel good.”

“So you don’t want a mimosa this morning with your breakfast?”

I’m going to throw up. “No, thank you. I’m done drinking for a while.”

He kisses my forehead. “I don’t like the idea of you drinking when I’m not around. Promise me you won’t go overboard. If I’m around, then sure, but I rather you not be drunk like last night again without me.”

“Okay.” This is something I can agree with. I’m getting older and shouldn’t be drinking the way I am anyway. “Deal. As long as you promise not to punch every man you see.”

“Baby, if I see a man touching you, then I’m fucking going to punch him. No one touches you. Only me.”

My crazy, dominant boyfriend.

I don’t hold back rolling my eyes, and instead, I fall into him again, feeling the strength of his arms wrap tighter around me and knowing he’ll keep me safe no matter what.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” I nod and let him carry me to where we’re under the covers and lying in the silence.

“Is this how our mornings will be?”

“Yes.”

Bryce’s soulful eyes stare into mine. My body screams for his touch.

His kiss.

His everything.

Having him so close to me, I’m aware of our lips inches apart, our chests merely touching, and the heat between us scorching. Bryce’s hand pulls down my panties, and his fingers play with my opening.

“I’m so close.” I moan at his touch.

Hoping for more.

Much more.

He stretches me with his fingers, using his thumb on my clit and causing me to scream his name. My orgasm hits hard, and I come all over his hand. A smug smile stretches across his face, so I work quickly to take off his jeans.

“No boxers?”

“Extra clothing. Not required. And Ms. Smith, I thought we had an agreement. No. Panties.”

“Noted.”

I climb over him, pressing my lips to his and down his chest until I’m kissing the tip of his painfully hard cock. My tongue sticks out, and I run it down and up, swirling my tongue around the tip. Pre-cum seeps out, and I taste him, swallowing his essence. Lifting my eyes, I see his eyes closed and head tipped back. My heart hammers against my chest. With my pulse drumming wildly, I cover his cock with my mouth and take him in. Slowly.

Desire.

Passion.

Love.

Love.

All these feelings course through me, and the electric heat between us grows. His moans turn me on. I’m exceedingly wet, needing to find another release. Curling my fist around his base, I suck harder, still taking my time and going slow. He easily slides farther into my mouth. I pause, close my eyes tightly, and push my mouth a little farther down so he can feel the back of my throat. I gag on his size and shake it off, continuing the pleasure I know I’m giving him. I coat his cock with my saliva, keeping him in my mouth before lifting to indulge on his tip.

“Madison, fuck,” he growls and tugs on my hair. The pressure of his grip nearly pushes me over the edge. “That’s it, baby. Fuck.”

His hand tightens before he pushes me off and flips me on my back. I watch him hover over me, lifting himself up a little to take off his shirt and doing the same to me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. And mine.”

“I’m all yours, Bryce. Nothing’s going to take me away from you.”

I bite my lip as he stares into my eyes, his tip pushing against the heat of my desire. There are no words between us. Every emotion communicated with our movements and eyes. The entirety of what he’s saying seeps deep into my heart and clings to my soul. The expressions are turning my body inside out. I exhale sharply when he’s fully inside me. His soft rhythm is measured and carefully done. It’s driving me to the edge, and I’m barely holding on. Bryce pulls out and slams back in. I love it. I love how he’s filling me and taking me with passionate force. His pace and thrusts are powerful. Dominating. I open my mouth, a throaty cry of pleasure falling from my lips.

It’s everything.

This is everything.

My pussy tightens around his cock. The orgasm he’s about to give me shakes through my body, and I’m clawing his back with my entire strength, knowing I’m going to leave marks on him.

Bryce continues to control my body, and I’m ready to come when he slows and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Not yet. If you come, I’ll pull out, and we won’t have sex again for the rest of today.”

“Okay,” is all I’m able to push through my lips. “Okay.”

Without speaking, he thrusts in and out, filling me and taking me to the edge once again. My thoughts are spiraling out of control. The avalanche of pleasure rolls through me, and soon, he quickens his pace.

“Now, Madison. Now!”

Moans and growls fill the room. Our breathing matches. Our hearts crazily beat as one. I’m dazed into a sex-filled haze. Time slows and almost freezes. Sparkles of light dazzle in the depths of my eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, slowly sinking down into me and wrapping me in his arms before lifting me so I’m sitting on his lap. He’s still inside me, and I don’t want him to leave. Ever.

“I love you, Bryce.”

Those are the only words spoken before I feel him harden inside me, and we make love again.