Tempt Me

“I do,” she said.

His eyes widened, and then he chuckled. “Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”

She flushed. “I wasn’t thinking marriage I-dos or anything,” she said. “I meant, I do believe you. I do believe you’ll be faithful. I do believe we can make this work.”

He squeezed her against him so tightly, she could scarcely draw breath. “We’ll make it work,” he said. “We have to. I can’t live without you.”

Face buried in his strong chest, Madison inhaled his scent, drawing it deep into her lungs. She wished more of him were within her. Wished all of him were within her. She wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. “Can we take that bath now?” she asked hopefully.

He laughed and released her just enough to gaze down into her eyes. “I do stink, don't I?”

She shook her head. “That's not why. I like the way you smell.” She pictured him with his ink-decorated skin all exposed, and her ni**les tightened in anticipation. “I just want an excuse to get naked with you.”

He smiled and touched the tip of his nose to hers. “You don’t need an excuse.”

He reached behind her and unfastened her bra with practiced ease. He stripped the garment from her body and gazed down at her exposed br**sts. “Beautiful.” He sank down and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, rubbing the sensitive tip with his tongue. She fisted her hands in his thick hair and allowed her head to drop back in wonder. He released her nipple with a loud sucking sound and turned his attention to her other breast. Fingers of pleasure licked through her br**sts, down her quivering belly and to the juncture between her thighs. Her pu**y tightened with need.

“Oh God, Adam, I need your c**k inside me.”

“Mmm,” he murmured around her breast. She pulled at his shirt until he released her throbbing nipple and stood straight. He helped her remove the sweat-damp garment and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Madison stared at his bare chest, tracing the heavy, dark lines of his tattoos with her fingertips. Something about the ink decorating his skin always got her blood pumping.

“Adam?” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

He laughed. “I thought you needed to talk.”

“I did,” she said, reaching for his belt. “But now I need what’s in here.”

Her fingers trembled as she unfastened his pants and jerked them down over his hips. Her pu**y clenched at the sight of his rising cock. It wasn’t nearly hard enough for what she craved. She sank to her knees and captured his shaft between her palms before caressing its sensitive tip, with the flat of her tongue. He groaned and placed his hands on the crown of her head.

Thumbs stroking the ridge on the underside of his thickening erection, Madison trailed sucking kisses in a circle along the rim of his cockhead. His hips rocked rhythmically as she teased him. Her tongue flicked over the tip and then she blew a hot breath over the moisture left behind. She licked. Kissed. Rubbed. Purposely didn’t suck.

“Madison,” he whispered brokenly. “Please.”

He tried to thrust into her mouth, but she turned her head and his c**k brushed against her cheek. She moved one hand aside so she could lick and kiss her way up his shaft from the thick base to the slightly upturned tip. He tightened his grip on her head and directed her to take him into her mouth. She resisted.

“God, Madison. Stop f**king around and suck it.”

She squeezed her thighs together, her pu**y so swollen and achy she couldn’t stand it. When he said things like that to her, it only turned her on more. With gentle fingertips, she traced the veins straining against the skin of his now rock-hard erection. She did good work, if she did say so herself. She circled his thick shaft with both hands and tugged gently. She wondered how long it would take him to come if she just played with him like this.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to f**k you right here on the floor,” he said in a dangerous growl.

She peered up at him as she licked the underside of his cock—a slow, sensual dance from base to tip. He had to know that was what she was after. She wanted to tempt him into losing control. Wanted him to f**k her. Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth wide as if she planned to suck him inside. His c**k twitched with excitement. She closed her empty mouth and grinned deviously.

“Fuck!”

He tackled her to the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table. Gasping for air and muttering under his breath, Adam fumbled with the panties at the tops of her thighs for a few seconds before getting frustrated and pushing the crotch to one side. He entered her with one penetrating thrust. She cried out, her pu**y convulsing with delight as he took her fast, driving his c**k into her hard and deep.

“Yes, Adam, f**k it. It’s greedy and it needs f**ked.”

Her back scraped across the carpet as he pounded into her with greater and greater force. His hands tangled in her hair; he rubbed his face against her neck; his saliva wet her skin. She wasn’t sure if he realized how hard he was pulling her hair or that he was banging into her cervix with each deep thrust, but God, she loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, her boots digging into the backs of his thighs, and held on for the ride. They strained against each other as they sought quick release. Their breaths came harsh and rapid. Madison feared her heart would burst, it was beating so hard.

“Come,” Adam demanded. “Madison, come.”

She obeyed, spasms of intense pleasure clenching deep in her pelvis, around his thrusting cock, through her clit, up her belly and down her thighs. She cried out, her back arching off the floor, every muscle in her body taut with ecstasy. His shoulders tightened beneath her fingertips as he thrust deep a final time and shuddered with release.

He spoke her name—might have even whispered words of love against her throat—as he pumped his seed into her.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her, gathering her in his arms and holding her tight.

“Damn it, Madison,” he said breathlessly. “Why do you have to get me so worked up that I jump you like some animal?”

“I like it,” she said, squeezing him in gratitude.

“I want to be gentle with you, baby, and treasure your body, but I always end up f**king you like a maniac.”

She kissed his shoulder. “I promise I’ll let you be gentle with me in the bath,” she said.

“You’d better.”