When the movie was in, Sean grabbed the remote and settled back on the couch. He slipped his arm around me, tucking me in tight against him. I slid off my heels and snuggled into his side, breathing in that spicy, earthy scent that was all him.
***
I am not usually a fan of black and white movies, but this one was hilarious. Sean and I stayed nice and cozy through the entire thing. He kept his arms around me, softly caressing the skin on the back of my arm with his knuckles. That soft, innocent touch had my skin on fire. I was hyper aware of every move, every breath, every laugh.
When the movie was over, Sean turned off the TV. “You hungry?” he asked. “I have some of Millie’s famous chocolate strawberry cheesecake.”
I stretched my arms above my head. “Mmm, that sounds amazing.”
He smiled and headed to the fridge, returning with a large piece and a fork. “This is hands down the best cheesecake in the world.” He took the fork, broke off a small piece of the cake, and held it out to me. I took a bite and sighed. I swear to God it tasted like heaven. Light and fluffy and oh so decadent.
“That is amazing!” I said. “Where did you get this from?”
“David’s wife, Millie, makes it. It’s a lot of work, so she’ll only make it on special occasions. She knows it’s my favorite so she always saves me a piece.” He took a bite for himself, closing his eyes. A soft groan came from deep in his throat.
When he finally opened his eyes, they locked with mine and held as electricity sparked and crackled between us.
I shook free of his captivating gaze, stealing the fork from his hand and taking another bite.
“You have to get me this recipe,” I said, my mouth still full of cheesecake.
“Good luck with that. I’ve been trying to get it out of Millie for years. Gran has even tried to buy it from her for the restaurant, but she insists it’s a family secret,” Sean said as he stole a bite from the fork in my hand before I could bring it to my mouth.
“Hey, no fair,” I whined.
“You got to be quick with Millie’s cheesecake.”
“Oh yeah? Here, I’ll share.” I grabbed a piece with my fingers and swiped it down his nose and across his lips.
“You’re asking for it now,” he said as he grabbed my waist, holding me tight against him, and rubbed his nose and the cheesecake all over my neck and face. I squealed, laughing and squirming until my back was pressed into the couch. Sean leaned over me, pinning my wrists down beside my head, both of us breathless from laughing and smeared with cheesecake.
Sean’s eyes darkened and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue slowly licking the cake from my lips. He continued along my jaw, to my cheek, and down my neck, slowly tasting my skin, which mixed with the sweet taste of the dessert.
He released my wrists and brought one hand slowly down my side. I arched my back, giving him better access to my neck as his lips began to travel further south. I moaned as his lips met the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He lifted his head, looking down at me with that trademark smile, the one that warmed me from the inside, and I was lost. My nervousness faded away, and all that was left was want.
I thrust my fingers into his hair, pulled him down, and kissed him deeply, catching him by surprise, but he recovered quickly and gave in to the kiss. A low growl came from deep within his chest as his fingers bit into my hip.
I’d never felt so desired, so wanted. Sean’s kiss was like a release, like exhaling a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I felt like I could breathe again, like this was what true happiness felt like, and I wanted more.
Slowly, I brought my hands down from his hair, to his face, to his neck, my fingertips gliding easily over the rough planes of his skin. He moaned his approval and ground his hips against mine. I deepened the kiss fueled by lust and his obvious desire for me.
I tugged at the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one, pulling it down his muscular shoulders as his lips continued to explore my neck. He helped me pull the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it to the floor beside us.
I knew Sean was tall and lean, but the way his muscles stretched and pulled as he held himself over me made me desperate to take this further.
Sean brought his lips back to mine, and I reached for his belt buckle. I started to pull at the leather when he grabbed my hand to stop me. I pulled away from the kiss, a confused frown taking over my face as he gently removed my hand from his belt.
“Tonight is about you,” he said, kissing me softly. “I want to touch and taste every inch of you with no distractions.”
He deepened the kiss and parted my legs with his knee, settling right where I wanted him the most. He ran his hands down my side, over the curve of my hip, and down my thigh. When he reached the hem of my dress, he pushed the fabric up my thigh until his fingers reached the band of my underwear. He ran his hand along the edge to the apex of my thighs, and my body hummed in anticipation of his touch. His knuckles just barely grazed me through the thin silk. The sensation took control of my body as I arched into his touch.
“I like how you respond to me,” he whispered in my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.
“Oh,” was the only coherent thing I could come up with as he added more pressure to the fingers that were now circling my clit through my panties, which were just in the way. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, even if I had to rip the damn things off myself. I wanted nothing to stand in the way of the incredible things he was doing with those fingers.
I lifted my hips in search of just a bit more friction, and Sean went still. I whimpered, frustrated and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. He chuckled and pulled me to my feet. I crashed into his hard chest, his arms holding me tight against him as he kissed me fiercely, walking us backwards toward his bedroom. We bumped into a table and knocked over a lamp, but he never broke the kiss and never took his focus from me.
When we finally made it into his bedroom, Sean stopped, ran his hand up my hip, and slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress.
“Well done, finding the zipper on the first try,” I whispered against his lips.
“I pay attention,” he said with a smile before he pulled me closer, deepening the already scorching hot kiss.
He inched up my dress before finally taking a small step back so he could pull it up and over my head. I felt exposed in just my thong and a backless bustier, but the dark intense look in his eyes strangely put me at ease. I’d never felt so wanted, so sexy, so beautiful.
He gave me a wicked half smile and pulled me close into another feverish kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of my neck and unhooking my bustier with the other. He took a step back, his eyes raking over my chest and stomach before finally returning to my face.
“So beautiful,” he said as he walked me backward.
When my knees hit the bed, he lowered me down and leaned over me. He pressed his lips to the pulse point on my neck, and I sighed as he traveled south, nipping and licking his way down my shoulder and across my collar bone. The sensation was incredible. I felt like my body was made up entirely of nerves, and he was hitting every single one just right.
Sean kissed his way down my chest to where my nipples were so hard they almost hurt. He took one between his lips and pulled the tiniest bit as a mix of pleasure and pain shot straight though my body all the way to my toes. I moaned as he pinched and played with the other. He sucked and licked his way between my breasts, showing each the proper amount of attention.
I brought my hands up his arms and across his shoulders before thrusting my fingers back into his hair. I could feel my body tightening as he licked and teased my breasts. I was no longer in control of my body. My back arched off the bed, my mouth went dry, and my skin tingled with anticipation of what was to come.
He started to travel south, kissing a trail down my stomach to my belly button. I felt his weight leave my body and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at
me, his eyes heavy with desire. He gripped my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, slipping his fingers into the edges of my panties as he pulled them slowly down my legs, a sexy grin spread across his face as he watched the panties slide across my skin.
Once they were off, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up so I was sitting up on the edge of his bed. He stepped between my legs, tugging me further toward the edge, forcing my legs wider with his hips. His lips crashed to mine, hard and unyielding as our lips and teeth clashed against each other.
The passion in that kiss was like nothing I had ever felt. Michael was hardly the only man I had ever been with. There weren’t many before him, but no one had ever made me feel as frantic and desperate as Sean.
He started to pull away. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, not wanting to give up those delicious lips just yet.
“Keep that up,” he groaned, his breathing labored. “I will take you right now and this will be over before I have a chance to really get started.”
He smiled and kissed first my shoulder then the spot between my breasts as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of me. I started to lean back, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back up.
“Watch,” he said.
I nodded, and he ran his hands down over my hips and across my stomach before softly dragging just his fingertips along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He looked down at his fingers, which were just barely grazing across my sex.
“Hmm, no hair,” he said, his fingers slipping gently through the slick folds between my thighs. I shivered from the contact. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious and reflexively pulled my knees closed. He placed a hand on my thigh to stop me.
“No,” he said. “I like it.” He looked up at me, his gray eyes dark as he lifted a hand to my cheek. “Never hide from me, beautiful.” He kissed me, his lips moving with mine until my body began to relax into him again.
He ran his hands up my thighs, coaxing me gently to open up to him. He knew how to get just the reaction he wanted out of my body. In that moment, I realized that I trusted him completely, and it was terrifying.
He sat back on his heels. I was open and completely exposed to him, but I felt completely at ease, even in this vulnerable position. I knew in my heart that Sean would never hurt me. He personified the thing I’d craved most in my life, joy.
He leaned forward, gripped my thighs tightly, and gave me a tentative lick. I jumped, instantly grabbing handfuls of his hair and sucking air in through my teeth as tremors of pleasure radiated across my skin. He applied a little pressure to my thighs, signaling me to open them wider for him as his tongue worked its magic on my neglected lower half.
I cried out as he reached my clit and circled, adding a little more pressure. I rotated my hips forward, begging him for more, and he gave it to me gladly. He pushed his tongue through the wet folds of my skin, licking and sucking at me as my body tightened, the pleasure building with every lap. I found myself rocking my hips in sync with his tongue, my grip tightening in his hair. Sean let out a moan that sent a vibration straight through me and pushed me right over the edge.
I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. Fireworks burst from behind my eyelids as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. He forged ahead, devouring as he pulled every last bit of my orgasm from me, leaving my body limp and sated.
I was breathing hard, my body spent, but Sean was far from done. He ran his tongue down to my entrance, thrusting inside as his thumb pressed down on my clit. I felt my body tightening again as another orgasm built inside me on the heels of the last one. He circled his thumb and thrust his tongue into me harder. It wasn’t long before I was coming onto his tongue and screaming incoherently in loud, gasping breaths.
He was still on his knees, looking up at me with a victorious smile as he watched me come down from a high I’d never felt before. His fingers slowly teased at my entrance, sliding easily against my slick skin. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against my nipple, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth at that magnificent point between pleasure and pain.
He stroked me with his fingers as he kissed and played with my breasts. My body was still shaking, my mind so completely out of focus that it surprised me when he slipped a long finger inside me, his thumb pressing down on my oversensitive clit. I cried out, gasping and gripping his shoulders, moaning loudly as he slowly withdrew his finger before thrusting back into my body.
“So wet,” he whispered, slipping in a second finger.
He continued to pump and curl his fingers inside me, drawing sounds and sensations I didn’t know my body was capable of. Michael was one of those men who thought the G-spot was a myth and never bothered looking for it. Sean wasted no time; he’d found it right away and worked it with his fingers, rubbing it over and over. My sounds grew loud and incoherent as I teetered on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Come for me, Madison,” he whispered into my neck. “Give me another”
I lost it, my body letting go, and I came so hard my vision began to blur. I dropped back to the bed, unable to hold myself up anymore. “Oh my God!” I said, laughing.
Sean lay down beside me on the bed, smiling as he watched me catch my breath. I smiled. This man…oh dear God, what had I done to deserve this man?
I rolled onto my side and ran a hand down his smooth, toned stomach. His skin was warm and soft beneath my fingers. When I reached the waistband of his jeans, he stopped me again. I frowned, confused by his rejection. He looked down at me and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“I told you, tonight was about you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips. He kissed each of my fingertips before placing it on his chest.
“I want you to feel as good as I do,” I said as I pushed on his chest, trying to get him onto his back, but he didn’t budge.
He covered my hand with his, trapping it to his chest as he cupped my cheek with the other. He tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Watching you lose control was enough,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “I like that I’m the one who made you smile.”
“But…” I said, trying to object.
He leaned in and kissed me, cutting off my protests. I wanted to make him feel as incredible as I did at that moment, but he wasn’t going to let me. I was used to Michael, who was such a selfish lover that I was lucky if I got off once. Sean was clearly not like that. He was determined that tonight be for my pleasure. Something told me I would have plenty of opportunities to make it up to him.
I let myself relax into his kiss, letting him roll me onto my back so he was above me again. The kiss became softer, more sweet, before he finally pulled away, looking down at me with a lazy grin.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Anytime, beautiful.”
“Not just for that,” I said, ducking my head as a shy smile spread across my face. I looked up and met his eyes to be sure he heard me. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know I didn’t make things easy on you.”
He traced my hairline and looked down at me. “You’re worth the wait.”
I pulled away with a contented sigh and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of…well, happiness for the first time in years.
“Madison,” he said.
“Hmmm.”
“This thing between us…it can be whatever you need it to be.”
I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, but tonight was amazing and exactly what I needed, so it was a start.
Chapter 10
Sean
The alarm sounded, and I reached over to stop the irritating buzz that had interrupted what was probably the best sleep of my life. I lay there in the in the dim light of my room and ran a hand over my face then I forced my eyes to focus and took a deep breath.
Madison groaned beside me, shifting slightly, and clutched her pillow closer to her chest. I smiled as I looked at her. She was still asleep, the smooth s
kin of her naked back rising softly with her every breath.
I rolled over, wrapped my arms around her, and buried my face in the soft curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent and pressing a kiss against her skin.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered.
She stirred and shifted to her back to face me with a smile. “Good morning.”
I traced a finger down the side of her face. She was beautiful, but something was different, something in her eyes. She looked happy. Pride swelled in my chest as I leaned in for a soft kiss.
I pulled her tighter against my chest, deepening the kiss as she moaned into my mouth. Every stroke of her tongue sent a current straight to my cock, causing a painful groan to rip from my throat.
She pulled away, a lazy smile spread wide across her face. “I have to go,” she said as I kissed my way down her throat.
I took a deep breath and pressed one more kiss to her swollen lips. “Me too.”
I rolled off her and picked up my phone to check the time. I had exactly forty minutes to shower, change, and get to work. If I skipped breakfast and took a quick shower, I could afford another few minutes of Madison. It was the easiest decision I’d ever made.
I rolled over, pulled her beneath me, and kissed her long and deep until we were both out of breath. Madison was getting under my skin. Fuck getting, she was there, burrowed deep and comfortable. I couldn’t explain it. There was just something about her that made me want to hold on for dear life and never let go. It was an intense feeling and slightly terrifying, but in the best possible way.
The backup alarm on my phone began to buzz, and I broke the kiss, reaching to turn off the annoying buzz. I smiled, looked down at her, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I have to get in the shower,” I said against her mouth.
She started to kiss her way down my throat, her lips brushing against my skin. “Want some company?” she asked, placing a kiss on the base of my throat.
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