Page 46 of Risk It All
“Touch me.”
It's all the confirmation I need. I run my fingers down her belly, and lower, lower. Her hips rise to meet my fingers. She gasps as the cool cherry filling mixes with the heat between her thighs.
I'm no altar boy and Madeleine isn't the first woman I've loved so intimately, and yet, there's something different this time. Yes, being with her now is about giving pleasure. About enjoying a woman's body. But there's a tight knot in my chest that tells me this is so much more. My mind is a jumble of words that I want to tell her. Like how beautiful and sexy she is. How I feel whole and complete when I'm with her. How I want the night to never end.
Instead of using my lips to speak the words, I use them to show her. I kiss her belly, lapping up the cherry sauce as I work my way down. I let her sighs and words of encouragement guide me until my mouth travels between her thighs.
“Max,” she pleads as I hover over her.
I consider drawing out the anticipation, but I'm too desperate to taste her. I draw my tongue through her folds, stopping to feast when I reach her core. Her hips shoot up to meet me, and she trembles as I work her. I take my time until she urges me on. Then I'm on her in a frenzy, pushing her up and up, but not letting her go over. Again, and again, I alternate between slow, drugging laps and quick, firm flicks, sending her up, letting her hover and then starting over again until she utters one word.
“Please.”
With that one request, I focus all my effort on that one exquisite spot, drawing it in between my lips and sucking.
She cries out, her hands gripping the side of the couch as her body tightens, convulses and she comes apart in my arms. I consider staying with her, drawing out the pleasure, but what I want more than anything is to hold her as her body shudders from my touch. So, I slide up, and pull her tight against me as the last waves of pleasure ripple through her body.
One of the reasons I'm not married is that I haven't found a woman who was completely her own woman, until Madeleine. It's what attracts me to her. She's a strong, independent woman, with an exciting career. I don't want to get in the way of her passion, and yet, as I lay with her, all I can think about is keeping her near. Not wanting to spend a single day away from her.
I know that if the relationship is going to work, I'll need to be understanding and supportive about her work. I've beaten the odds many times in my life, and I can do it with her too. As long as she's willing, I feel certain we can have something special.
