“I thought it might go against your southern hospitality.” She runs her fingers through my hair, and I melt under her touch. “I’m glad it doesn’t.”
“What would you say if you found out it’s one of my favorite things in the world?” I grip her thighs and push them open. “What if I told you I’d stay here all night if it meant getting three orgasms out of you? What if sometimes, I like this better than sex?” I lick her pussy, and she moans. “Tell me again howniceI am, Maddie. I can’t wait to fuck that word right out of your mouth.”
I bury my tongue inside her, and white-hot need pulses through me. I lap at her like she’s my last sip of water before I cross a never-ending desert, and the sounds she’s making send my mind into overdrive. I thrust against the mattress, and I don’t care if I stain her sheets. I’ll wash them when we’re finished, but I can’t lie here tasting her andnothave a reaction.
She’s too goddamn sweet.
“I love it.” She drops her hands to the sheets. She holds them with a vice-like grip, and that must mean I’m doing somethingright. “I love that you’re a good boy with a heart of gold who also wants to be a little bad.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” I replace my tongue with my fingers, and I can tell she’s close. She’s getting there, and smug pride races up my spine. “Just let me see you come.”
Soon, she’s urging my head back down. She’s touching my cheek as I lick her again, and just as I part her with my thumbs so I can get even deeper inside her, she says my name.
“Hudson.I’m going to?—”
I drape an arm over her stomach to hold her down, and she groans when she comes apart. She writhes beneath me, and I taste her everywhere: on my tongue, on my mouth when I lick my lips, on my beard when she keeps my head in place and nearly suffocates me as she rides through the orgasm.
“So fucking gorgeous. Are you a two-for-one girl, Maddie?” I touch her clit with my knuckles, and she unravels again. “Fuck. You are. Let me get one more taste, sweetheart.”
“Please,” she almost sobs. “I’ve never?—”
“With me you will.”
I kiss her leg and ease her down from her high. I take my time as I slow my fingers. My touch turns into something teasing—featherlight caresses that have her shifting on the mattress and letting out a needy whine.
When she settles down and exhales, I crawl back up her body. Her eyes flutter open, and her smile is soft and sated.
“Hi,” she says, and I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re damn good at that.”
“You think so?” I run my fingers up her arm. She’s warm under my touch. “Do you want to taste?”
Madeline sits up and eases me onto my knees. She rearranges us so I’m against the headboard, and she straddles my lap. I put my hands on her waist, blown away that this is actually happening.
When she brings her mouth to mine, she doesn’t kiss me. She makes meworkfor it by lifting my neck, reaching for her, grateful when her tongue moves over my lips.
“You’re so sexy, Hudson.” She puts her hands on the wall behind me. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Thankyou,” I manage to get out. Madeline lifts up on her knees and rubs the head of my cock over her entrance. “Hang on, Mads. I have two brain cells left, so we need to have this conversation quickly.”
“Get talking, Hayes.”
“I got tested after my last relationship. No one since. All clear on my end.”
“Same here.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“Yes. I’m a one-and-done mom. No more kids for me, and I don’t want to risk it without protection. At least not until I can get back on birth control. Then you can fuck me however you want.”
I fumble for the box of condoms and nearly knock it over. I’m too distracted, and grabbing a foil packet takes all of my mental capacities.
“You’re full of surprises too.”
“How so?”
“Six years, and you know exactly what to say. Exactly what to do.” I open the wrapper and roll the latex down my length. “Exactly what it takes to drive me crazy.”
Madeline loops her arms around my neck and smiles. She’s so goddamn beautiful. “Go slow with me,” she whispers, and I don’t know if she’s talking about sex or whatever happens after.