Page 33 of Trust Me
His hands and mouth continue their travel south, coming to my belly button. He kisses all the way around it, dipping his tongue inside a few times. I never knew my belly button could be so sensual and arousing but, man, if it didn’t turn me onsomething fierce. His hands return to my breasts, his mouth now tracing the lines of the V of my legs. I’m squirming and wiggling under his expert touch. I push my pelvis up into his body, urging him on.
He slides his fingers over my center, rubbing the wetness around. “You’re so wet. I love it.”
I can’t even form words. The feel of his hands on me is exquisite. He takes one of his long fingers and gently slides it inside me. His other hand continues the assault on my breasts, my nipples. He bends down, his mouth exploring my wetness. I moan as he adds a second finger and pushes them both in.
“I want to hear you come,” he says.
“I’m so close. God, this feels so good.”
Just then he rubs that place deep inside me that makes me erupt faster than a bullet from a gun. I’m moaning his name over and over again as he continues to work me over with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. As I come down from the orgasm, he brings his lips back up to my mouth. I taste myself on his lips and tongue, turning me on all over again.
“You moaning my name is so fuckinghot,” he breathes heavily against my mouth.
“Lie down and let me show you something else that’s hot.”
He gets up, allowing me to switch positions with him. As he lies down and stretches out, he throws one arm casually over his head to rest on the top of the couch, the other hand rests next to his leg. I reach up and unbutton his jeans, watching him as he takes in every one of my movements. I palm him through his jeans before I slowly slide the zipper down, giving them a little tug. He lifts his lower body up off the couch so I can pull his jeans the rest of the way down. He never takes his eyes off my hands, so I reach up and stroke him through his boxer briefs.
His eyes crash into mine. They’re all big and intense, and I can tell he’s close to slipping over the edge. I keep my eyes locked on his as I tug down his boxers, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. I reach forward and gently grab a hold of him. He’s so hot and hard. He closes his eyes and moans my name at my touch. I stroke him a few times and am rewarded by the glistening drops at the end of his shaft. I bend down and lick the wetness. Maddox about comes up off the couch, his entire body trembling.
“Holy shit! Babe, that feels so good,” hecontinues to moan.
I take him inside my mouth, using my lips and tongue to give him pleasure. I use my hand to gently pump up and down on his long, hard shaft. His hands weave into my hair, holding me, guiding me without being forceful. I glance up at him and his eyes are completely black, lost in the ecstasy of my mouth. I swallow him inch by inch, stroking him a little faster.
He’s watching my actions, eyes blazing as I bring him close to orgasm. With a little more suction, Maddox reaches the peak, coming forcefully in my mouth. He moans out my name, shaking as his orgasm starts to subside. I lap up all the wetness remaining on his shaft.
“Come here, babe.” He reaches down and grabs my arms, gently pulling me up onto his lap. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
I give him a shy smile and feel the blush heat up my cheeks. “You’re welcome.”
He stands up, still holding me in his arms and starts walking toward my bedroom. “Can I stay?” he asks.
“I’d like that.”
“What time doesBrooklyn get up?”
“I usually wake her up by seven.”
“I’ll be gone by then so I’m not here when she wakes up.”
He walks into my bedroom and sets me down on the bed. He joins me, sliding us both under the covers. “Come here, you,” he says as he rolls me to my side, his front snug against my back. Maddox slides one arm under my neck and throws his other over my side, wrapping it around me. I relax instantly in his embrace as he kisses the side of my neck.
“Good night,” he whispers.
“Night, Maddox.”
*****
My alarm clock goes off at six thirty, which generally doesn’t bother me too much, but since Maddox woke me up at five this morning but didn’t leave until five forty-five, I’m dragging a little this morning. I run through a quick shower and set out to getting myself ready for work. When I head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee before I wake up Brooklyn, I see the pot is already on, coffee already made. I smile at histhoughtfulness.
I step over to the counter where my cell phone sits and send off a quick message to Maddox thanking him. Before I can even leave the kitchen to go wake Brooklyn, my phone pings, signaling his response.
Maddox: I figured that since you were short on sleep, a little coffee would help.
Indeed, it does help.
Me: Best way to be short on sleep.
Maddox: Have a good day, babe.
