Page 54 of Madness Becomes Her
“I’ll stop if you don’t like it,” I whisper, even though I know he’s shrouded us in some kind of silence bubble.
He weighs the options as I stroke him, the hunger I’m causing winning out as he nods. “Yes.”
I pull his hand from my panties and push him onto his back, removing his pants and shoving them down the bed, somewhere hidden beneath the covers.
Like this, he looks like a magical god, his body rigid and perfect, his eyes aglow with the same hunger gnawing my insides.
I lick up the underside of him, and he lifts his head, his brows tugging together as he lets out a hiss.
Twirling my tongue around the tip of him, I delight in the sounds he makes as he fists my hair in one hand and the bedsheets in the other.
“You can tell me to stop at any moment,” I remind him. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
He nods. “Don’t stop.”
I grin. “Alright, then.”
Wrapping my lips around him, I slide all of him that I can into my mouth, and the moan that slithers out of his throat is something I’d like to bottle to relive over and over again.
His hand in my hair guides my mouth back down when I get to the tip of him, and slowly, he takes hold of his own pleasure.
Using me as the means to his own ends, he shoves another hand in my hair, coaxing me up and down his silky cock as his groans of pleasure blend in perpetual bliss.
“Don’t stop,” he repeats. “Don’t stop!”
I add a hand on his balls, tugging and playing with them, causing his moans to deepen, becoming animalistic.
“Tiger Lily?!” His frantic eyes meet mine in a frenzy, and I realize he’s going to come.
There’s nothing I can say to help him along or make him feel any better about what’s about to happen to him because my mouth is preoccupied at the moment.
“Coming,” he breathes, realizing on his own what’s happening as he erupts on my tongue.
I swallow down every drop as I wring all that I can out of him, grinning around his length as an ache takes us deep in my center from watching him submit to me.
I lick him clean before crawling over his lap and capturing his lips. “Was it okay?”
“More than okay. Magical.”
Here he goes again.
His hand slides my panties to the side, fingers thrusting inside roughly. He might’ve come, but he’s still keyed up, very much so.
“Fin,” I breathe, riding his hand unabashedly, the curling arousal I’d shoved to the back burner before rearing its ugly head all over again.
“You need me. I know. And now, I’ll need you for the rest of my life.”
His words nearly knock me breathless, their meaning causing a touch of worry to blend with the madness between us. If I just opened the flood gates to something more, how can I ever leave Wonderland?
I come violently, screaming his name as I ride his fingers. Even though the worry his word’s caused rides me even harder, I wonder what it would feel like the fuck the Mad Hatter.
I recall a saying about madness: There’s always some madness in love, but there is also some reason in madness. I don’t know why my brain chooses to conjure the riddle now, but as I lie beside the maddest man I know, I realize there must be some reason for everything.
I hate that I also realize I might need him for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
YOU BELIEVE IN ME, I’LL BELIEVE IN YOU
