Chapter Six
Cole
After disposing of the condom, I took a moment to rinse my hands and rub water over my face. I was at a loss. What the hell was it with Madison? Every time I thought I had her tagged and labelled, another facet of her personality emerged.
Each one less phony and more appealing than the last.
Was it an act? An elaborate ruse? I couldn’t put my finger on the truth.
And what about her reaction just now. Women like her didn’t care enough to realize I’d kept something of myself back. And I barely had. It had taken every inch of my control to hold on.
Yet, Madison had noticed. Not only that, she’d seemed hurt.
I frowned, unease burrowing in my chest. It didn’t feel good to know I’d upset her.
I pinched my lips tight as I prepared to go back and face her. This had all been a mistake. A horrible, fucking amazing mistake.
The sight that met me as I opened the door stopped any thoughts of leaving. Madison was a beautiful wreck, her hair a mass of blonde tangles, her lips full and cherry red.
And her eyes…it was her eyes that caused my blood to thump harder in my veins and drew me forward to tug her from the bed. I led her to the mirror over the dresser, turning her in my arms. I needed to show her what I saw.
Madison’s wild-eyed reflection was determined. Almost savage. She stared at herself for a moment, then tentatively raised her arm as if to smooth her hair back into place. I circled her wrist with one hand, holding her still against my chest. She looked at me through the reflected glass, her gaze questioning.
“Look at you,” I prompted. “This is how I imagined you when I first saw you tonight. This is what I’ll remember.”
“What, me looking like a well-used whore?” Her lip curled as she reassessed her image, not even close to getting it.
She tried to look away, but I tightened my grip on her hair so she had to face her reflection. “No. This is what a just-fucked woman should look like.” I growled in her ear. “You are stunning.”
Madison shook her head, twisting in my arms, but I held fast, ignoring her denial. How could she not appreciate the ripeness of her tongue-lashed nipples, wetness glistening between her thighs? I nudged her legs apart, no longer willing to just look. Our eyes met in the reflection and she relaxed, allowing her body to be positioned just how I wanted. I raised her arms in the air, tracing my hands slowly down the sensuous curves of her body.
Her gaze flickered, caught between staying on my face and staring at the image of us twined in the mirror. It was an erotic sight, my hands spanning the slender perfection of her waist. Coupled with the nudge of my cock against her ass, I could scarcely beat back the urge to take her. Now.
I forced myself to inch away from the wet temptation of her pussy. I rolled another condom on and edged back into position. In the mirror, I watched as my hands shifted up to pinch and pet her nipples. Her head dropped back on my shoulder and I took her weight as she leaned against me, caught up in the magic of the erotic view of our tanned supple bodies. One strong and muscular, the other smooth and fluid, both with blond hair merging, bare shades apart.
I couldn’t contain my dark desire any longer. Catching her about the waist, I pushed her forward until she had to support herself against the dresser.
“This is for you,” I breathed.
I tugged her head back, wrapping a fistful of her hair around my hand. When she had nowhere to look but the mirror, I thrust inside, lost in the view of watching Madison watch herself. Her eyes closed, mouth parted as a slow hiss of air seeped through her teeth.
I pressed against her back, nudging her lower so she opened further and the root of my cock pounded against her sex. I played with the pretty, pink peaks of her nipples, feeling her stiffen as the sensations increased. Became too much. I found her clit and she let out a cry, but one little touch was all she got as I dipped my thumb back into her damp juices. I had other plans. I trailed the creamy liquid up to the pucker of her ass. Madison tensed.
“Keep going,” I whispered urgently.
She bucked back to meet my steady rhythm and I rewarded her by pressing my thumb against her ass. Her pace stuttered.
“Don’t slow down,” I commanded. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I forced my gaze away, forcing her to understand what I saw. Sweat sheened her face, her mouth open, air blowing out in little breaths across the glass. “Don’t think. Just feel,” I ordered as her eyes widened.
I felt her moan rather than heard it and pushed my thumb harder against her ass, at the same time finding the swollen bundle of nerves just begging to be petted. One hand on her clit, one playing with her ass, I drove my thumb a little deeper. Her legs started shaking, and as my thumb breached her anus, she clenched around me, an untamed, feral expression on her face.
The sight sent me tumbling over the edge, the sensation a brutal, exquisite ambush. I came so hard, everything else just stopped. Fuck. I’d never felt anything so good.
I fought for breath, clutching Madison to me as any lingering reservations I had about being with her shut off with a definite click.