“Here’s how it’s going to go down,” he told me as he leaned back on his feet and lowered the zipper on his jeans. “I’m going to eat you,” he said, not breaking eye contact with me as he stroked up my thighs to the waistband of my pants. “Then, I’m going to make love to you,” he stressed the word love making my heart beat that bit faster.
Did he know? I’d only just found out, so how could he know?
“Then,” he continued, leaning down so that his face was close to mine, “We’re going to talk. We’re going to lay all of our pieces together on the table, and we’re going to rearrange them so they fit into one. Do you understand?”
For a second all I could picture was him fitting his piece into mine, but then I realized what he was saying. The first two I could scream yes to, but was I ready for the third one? Looking into his dark gray eyes and seeing the determination on his face, I began to understand how important this was to him – as important as it was to me. Problems and doubts didn’t go away in seconds, especially one's like mine, but I was willing to risk it and work on them with Madix.
Even when he was a vague drunken memory or an angry silverback gorilla on a plane, he was different. He was important.
Now? After only a matter of weeks in the grand scheme of things, he was everything.
So, I might still have a lot I needed to work on, but with him being the reward, I was willing to do that and give him all of me.
“Yes,” I answered, not breaking eye contact with him now.
It might have seemed like my silence had gone on for hours as I worked through things in my head, but in reality it was only seconds. That said, it was still long enough for him to panic and then feel relief when I gave him my answer in a confident and determined voice. I knew this because as soon as I got the word out, his entire body relaxed and he let out the breath he’d been holding as he lowered onto me and took my mouth with a loud groan.
My hands, which had been gripping the material of his jeans at the waist, skimmed up his back, feeling the dips and grooves of his muscles underneath the silky softness of his skin as they made their way up toward his shoulder blades. Once I got there, I dropped one so I could hook it around his neck from the front, and then move it so that my palm was on his skin and my fingers were in his hair. My other hand pressed between his shoulders, holding him firmly to me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
This position meant that we were pressed from lips, to chest, to crotch and it was awesome. The weight of him on me, his hardness against my softness – all of it was spectacular.
When he pulled his mouth away from mine and kissed down my chest, stopping to flick each nipple with his tongue on his descent down my body, I mourned the loss of his mouth on mine for a brief second, and then realized that everything with Madix was sensational. He had a way of worshiping with everything he did, be it with his hands or mouth.
As he got to my belly button, his hands held me either side of my waist as he skimmed his tongue around the little dip and my piercing with the pale blue crystal glinting in it. Then, he continued moving downward, hooking his fingers in my pants and panties and slowly pulling them down – his mouth not losing contact once, even as he pulled them off my feet and threw them on the floor.
Once he’d done that, he began to worship me even harder. His thumbs moved to hold me open so that his tongue had unencumbered access to my clit as he started to tease it. The gentle taps on the side of it were like a slow-horny-burn – a term I was starting to think Madix had invented – working perfectly to get me horny, but not freaking fast enough. I desperately wanted him to flick harder, to do something, so that the burn got high enough to take over and turn into the fire he never failed to give me. Would he do that? Not even with my subtle yanks on his hair, or the nudges of my hips toward him – nothing worked.
Lifting my head, I looked down at him, seeing his beautiful eyes looking back at me. As soon as he got my eyes, his hand moved down and two fingers pushed into me as he gently tightened his teeth around my bud and then started to suck. The sight of his cheeks hollowing, the rough pads of his fingers skimming inside me, alongside all the feelings he’d thrown at me at once, shot me into an orgasm so hard and so fierce that I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. Every time I tried to take a breath in, a new wave would hit me and all the muscles in my abdomen would tighten up so hard with the pleasure that taking the breath I needed was almost impossible.
Eventually, it started to subside, and I got the oxygen I’d needed in big gulps, instead of the tiny gasps I’d been able to take.
In the back of my mind, I figured that if I could see me lying sprawled out on his couch in the position I was in, I’d probably be embarrassed. Did I care at that moment? Not even a little as I lay there shivering slightly with the aftershocks, as Madix kept his fingers moving gently inside me, slowing down until he pulled them out altogether.
He’d broken me into pieces and then put me back together just like he wanted to do with everything else.
As he moved over me, having somehow gotten rid of his jeans without me even noticing, I looked forward to our pieces merging together – and not just the naughty ones. All of them!
Leaning over me with his weight on the hand that was balanced on the cushion beside my head, he used his other one to notch the tip of his cock in my entrance before moving it up to join his other hand on the opposite side of my head.
Eyes locked the whole time, he pushed into me so slowly that I felt every inch of him. I wanted to tilt my hips slightly to hurry him along, but at the same time the feeling of our slow joining was so amazing that I didn’t want to miss out on it.
Quite the cum-nundrum!
At this moment though, it felt like the most important thing for us to take this slowly, to savor every second, so I did, putting aside the impatience.
When he was halfway inside me he paused and took a shaky breath in. That’s when I realized how much it was costing him to keep his control the way he was. There was sweat forming on his forehead and his arms were shaking slightly as he closed his eyes and took another deep breath, before opening them again.
Moving my arms back to the position they’d been in when we were kissing – one hand partly on his neck with the fingers in his hair, and the other one around his back with my hand between his shoulders – I gently pulled him down to my mouth, needing to kiss him.
This time when he pushed in, his tongue slowly pushed into my mouth too, gently skimming down my own. The extra contact between our bodies made it seem like we were in our own bubble, which we kind of were. Nothing existed past what we were doing together and the change in our relationship, even without the conversation we still needed to have.
I was so caught up in what we were doing that I jolted once he reached the end of himself – which incidentally was also the end of me too. I doubted anymore could fit in there ever, even if Madix suddenly grew an extra inch on his dick!
“Slowly,” he warned me, not moving his mouth away from mine before he said it so my lips moved with his.
True to his word, he withdrew slowly, and then pushed back into me at a painstaking speed, designed to drive a sane woman crazy. Fortunately, I was already crazy, so that wouldn’t require any lifestyle changes, and people were already used to it. Unfortunately, it also meant that I went into a state of mind I’d never been in before in my life.
My patience was now a speck in the distance and I was in a sexual frenzy. No, I was in a horny frenzy. I was now a freaking frantic horny ho! However you wanted to call it, if he didn’t start to move more quickly and add some oomph, I was pretty sure I was going to explode. On his couch. Exploding on his couch would be messy and he wouldn’t be able to explain that to people who looked into my disappearance, so really it was in his best interests to let go - now.
And this was when I realized – an excessive amount of horniness made you think really crazy thoughts. Well, crazier than normal!
With a deep breath, I dug th
e nails of the fingers that were on his back in slightly and tightened my legs even more around his hips. Madix wasn’t stupid, he knew that I had reached the end of my slow-sex-patience even before I did this, and I was about to find out – so had he. Halle-flipping-lujah!
With a muttered, “Thank fuck,” he reared back and plunged into me hard and fast, making me moan loudly. I was also grateful for the arm of the couch that was above my head in case one of his thrusts shunted me off the furniture and onto the floor.
All that I was aware of after that was the sensations of his body on and in mine, and the sounds coming from our bodies as they met. I hadn’t ever thought of the sound of skin meeting as erotic before, then again I hadn’t really been aware of it before now. I was now of the mind that if they ditched the music with the heavy beat that strippers used and replaced it with something like this, guys would hit their happy moment within seconds of watching the woman take the pole. It might be messy for the club, but it was guaranteed to get more patrons into the establishment.
I could feel myself beginning to tighten around Madix’s cock as he shuttled it in and out of me with even more speed and force now, rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside me that there were so many greetings cards with maps on them for these days. Not that he needed a map, he found it on his own with no problems.
Sensing that I was hanging on the edge, he added his thumb into the mix – moving it down and rubbing around my clit with varying degrees of pressure.
I was just beginning to reach for it when he thrust into me hard and his pelvis pushed his thumb into me throwing me over the edge. Through the haze now taking over my brain, I was still able to be thankful that it was the edge of my climax, not the couch.
Digging my nails into his back again, I screamed into his shoulder as I came. Two thrusts later, he groaned, and I felt his cock start to pulse inside me.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life! Every twitch of his body and gasp into my neck made the aftershocks still rocking me even more intense.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered when I regained one sole cognitive function – speech. Specifically, small worded, speech.
Groaning, Madix glided slowly in and out a couple more times before he nuzzled his face into the space under my ear, and then slowly kissed across my cheek until he got to my lips. Apparently, he’d also regained a cognitive function, but it wasn’t talking.
The kiss wasn’t crazy and wild, it consisted of small pecks, but he didn’t break the contact between our lips once making it one of the most beautiful moments of my life. In fact, almost every beautiful moment had been down to this amazing giant.
“When we talk,” he rasped as he pulled away, only leaving a millimeter between our mouths. “I’m going to tell you that before now, I was one of those guys who didn’t see a future with someone else. I will tell you that I never went looking for it either because I wasn’t sure what I had inside of me to give someone else.” He broke off as his eyes flicked between mine, the most gentle expression taking over the uncertainty that had been there before. “Now, I see a future with you, one I want almost desperately and that I’ll do anything and everything to make happen. I also know that I have it in me to give you everything you’ll ever want or need, because you’ve given me everything that I never knew that I wanted or needed.” Leaning down and closing the gap between us, he took my lips again in a slow kiss, refusing to accept my blatant invitation to make it a deeper kiss. “You’ve completed my world, baby,” he whispered into my mouth.
Don’t you be a little bitch and cry, Dahlia Ferguson. Don’t you dare! Think of the snot.
Out of sheer desperation not to turn into a blubbering little girl, I went with humor.
“Isn’t that a Doctor Evil line?”
His eyebrows twitched together as he looked at me in confusion. “A what?”
“Doctor Evil. You know, from Austin Powers? He has a little clone and he keeps saying to it, ‘You complete me’ in the third movie. I can’t remember the name of it, but it’s got that dude called Fat Bastard in it.”
I will hold my hands up and admit (or at least I would if I didn’t still have two handfuls of Madix’s awesome ass in them) that if I’d laid it all out on the line like he had for me, and he’d quoted a movie, I’d be pissed. He, however, wasn’t as he burst out laughing, each jerk of his body making me gasp and tighten around him again.
“Out of everything I said, that’s what you got?” he chuckled, running his thumb gently over my eyebrow.
Shrugging, I let his left butt cheek go so I could run my hand up his back, hoping that it would give me the courage to give him back what he’d just given me. A bit like a magic lamp.
“I went with that because I’m not comfortable crying,” I muttered, doing everything to not break eye contact with him even though I desperately wanted to. In fact, if I could have had this conversation with him through a door or by text, I would have. “I struggle to trust people and trust what they’re feeling for me. Until now, the only people I’ve truly let in were my dad, my grandma and Bonnie because I knew they loved me. When I met you… for the second time,” I added when he growled. I doubt he’d ever let me forget the fact I hadn’t instantly recognized him or remembered him. Fucking alcohol! “I was terrified. After that, I was scared of letting you in, of trusting you, of just letting go of the walls I’d built around me. You going away and me thinking you’d dumped me broke a piece of me. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain you’d done that, but at the same time I didn’t have any proof you hadn’t,” I took a shuddering breath in as I felt the tears and snot coming. “As soon as I saw you, I knew that you hadn’t, and I also realized that I’d known all along that you hadn’t. I was just being stupid.”
“It’s okay, Dahlia,” Madix whispered. “It’s understandable.”
“It’s a stupid female cliché is what it is,” I snapped. “But seeing the truth like that, I know that I love you,” I said the last bit so quietly that it was a wonder he actually heard it regardless of how close we were at that moment.
Then he rocked my world for the billionth time when a huge grin took over his face and I got to see it in all its high definition glory.
“I love you, too.”
Oh, fucking, fucking, tears!
On a shuddering breath in, I lifted my hands and started to make a heart in the air. “You complete me!”
The force of the laughter that burst out of Madix at that moment made his dick slip from where it had still been nestled inside me, and that was a huge loss. He made up for it by continuing to laugh until he lost the ability to hold himself up and I got the full weight of his body on top of my own forcing the oxygen out of my lungs.
“You’re such a big shit,” I wheezed, trying to move so that even one lung could inflate again.
“Shut up, Mini Me,” he chuckled, but thankfully raised his torso slightly allowing me to take a deep breath.
“I knew you’d seen it!” I crowed.
I mean, who hadn’t seen Austin Powers?
At that moment, there was a small high-pitched bark followed by a deep one. “Oh shit,” I gasped as it hit me. “The poor puppies. They saw that!”
His eyes on the kitchen door, Madix replied, “Nah, I think they left when things heated up, otherwise they would have been jumping on us.” There was more barking and growling from the kitchen which made both of us frown. “What the fuck’s going on?” he muttered, getting up and nabbing his jeans on the way to the kitchen, leaving me spread out in a very unladylike position on the couch still.
That was until a voice yelled through the front door, “Are you done yet? And you better wipe any surface down that y’all have been doing the bad boogey on. I’m not sitting in the funky patch.”
Fucking Tate!
Sixteen
Dahlia
T wo days later…
So, there I was again, without Madix because of some asshole who had cut a couple of hydraulics lines at a diff
erent plant. Our special moment had been ruined by the Townsends all coming in (and refusing to sit down as they eyed every surface like it was a nest of Vipers). It was then ruined even more with this news followed by Madix running around getting some stuff together so he could go visit the site with Tate and Jer.
During all of this, he’d asked me to stay at his house on Townsend land so he knew I was safe. I say ‘asked’ because I’m missing him today. What he actually did was order me to stay there. It’s funny how when you miss someone, even when you want to cut their balls off and shove them in their ears, you’ll cutify something they did to really piss you off.
That’s why I was currently sitting in Luna’s living room watching as she changed Jamie’s diaper. I’d never seen a diaper change before and I was still struggling to get my head around how something so small could do so much poop.
The front door slamming open and Ariana storming in with a look of thunder on her face distracted me from the poo-spectacle.
Stomping over to the other couch, she dropped onto it and did one of those screams where you don’t open your mouth so it’s quieter, but it’s equally dramatic.
“Still upset?” Luna asked her as she finished taping a fresh diaper onto her daughter.
“Well, yeah!” Ari replied, glaring at her Kindle that she’d dropped on the cushion beside her leg.
“What happened?” I mean, I had to ask. Sometimes it’s okay not to, you can just smile and look sympathetic. Other times? You just had to know, especially if it was out of character for the person which this was.
“She took her kitten to the vet today,” Luna informed me, doing up the snaps on the onesie like a pro.
“You got a kitten? When? Where is it?” I wasn’t a cat person per se. They just weren’t my preferred species of pet. That didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy seeing them from time to time. Plus, Ari hadn’t told me she was getting one so now I was really intrigued.
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