Page 45 of Mad Love

“Blaise. Fuck, baby.”

“Someday,” I say, my mouth curving over his.

“Jesus, that’s fucking hot. I can go a round two.”

“Are you hurrying me along?” I tease.

“Is it working?”

I laugh. “Do you have to ask?”

“Should we go back to bed?” He grasps pieces of my hair and runs his fingers down the length.

I nod.

He brings my hair to his face and rubs the pieces over his nose and his mouth, and drops feather-light caresses over my lips. Never have I thought of locks of my hair as instruments of foreplay. I squeeze my thighs together. His fingers flick and rub my clit. I groan low in the back of my throat. He strokes the sensitive, throbbing nub. I again shatter on his hand.

“Alone or together, baby?”

“Do you have to ask?” I drop a kiss on his smirk.

“Will you be covered from head to toe in satin or silk?”

“Satin.”

“Satin is becoming my new favorite material. For this next part, I don’t want any barriers, Blaise. Can I?”

His fingertip touches my swollen flesh. I jerk back my hips. His brows furrow. I can do this. He’s my husband. Maddox isn’t out to hurt me. He wants to make me feel good. I remove the satin from over my sex, and bunching the covers in my hands, I hold on to his thighs and seat myself on his hand.

I’m wet. I’m ready. I move my hips over his hand. Slick his flesh with my arousal. He slips a finger inside me. Pumps in and out as I hold myself up with my palms flat on his thighs. Looking me in the eye, Maddox strokes my clit with his thumb and slips another finger inside me, filling and stretching me. I go up and down. He goes in and out.

“Maddox.”

“Baby, you are so fucking hot.”

His tongue darts out and flicks my nipple. I lean forward, offering him a bigger sample of my flesh. His warm mouth wraps around my nipple. He sucks and nips at the hardened bud. I arch my back. Up my pace on his fingers.

“Now, oh, God, now, Maddox.”

He finger fucks me and I fall apart, my inner muscles clenching his fingers. Sated, I tip forward and rest my forehead on his. Maddox isn’t done with me.

Using the sheet, he slips his hands under my arms and helps me off the chair. Then he sits on the floor and leans back against the chair. He crooks his finger. I see him through a haze of desire.

“Come here, babe. I’m hungry for more.”

With the sheet wrapped around my lower half, I take the step that will put my sex near his face. He’s not taking the little distance between us. He grasps me by the back of my thighs and tugs me forward until his face is buried against my sex. He licks up my slit, and I can’t take the electric jolts of need zipping up and down my spine. I tip forward and rest my forearms on the arm of the chair. He laps me up like a hungry man sitting down for his first meal after a long fasting. I shove my fingers in his hair. Push him against my sex.

He takes a slow draw of my clit. Glances up at me with desire bright in his beautiful eyes. I am lost to the heat in their depths. Can’t look away even if my life depended on it.

“Jesus, baby, you taste so good. So fucking good.”

His words . . . They are so dirty. My sex throbs. My toes curl. I move my hips. My sex is making love to his tongue and his face. He’s so good with that tongue of his.

“Maddox.” I’m panting. He gives a leisurely lick up my slit. I come apart for the third time. Or is it the fourth? I’ve lost count.

Unsteady on my feet, I use the sheet and help him off the floor. We head for the bedroom.

“Ladies first.”

Is that so? I walk to the bedroom ahead of him. My hips sway. My stride is unhurried. Halfway to my bedroom, I drop the sheet. There’s more where that came from.

His heated glance follows me to the bedroom before I feel him stalking toward me. I’m the prey and he is the predator on the hunt for his next meal.

God, it’s a horrible analogy, but I’m ready for him to eat me out and stroke me with his tongue and his fingers to more mind-blowing orgasms.

The doubts in my head grow. Can I keep our arrangement business and physical touching only? His large shadow fills my bedroom door, and in the moment, I couldn’t give a care. I crawl on top of the bed and crook my finger.

“Come here, Maddox. I’m hungry.”

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