by Monica James
I don’t fail to notice the slight tremor in her body as we continue on the rough path. Could it be that Madison is irrevocably and willingly under my spell also?
There’s only one way to find out.
* * *
While Madison is taking a bath, I hunt through my suitcase, desperately trying to find her birthday gift. I know I packed it because it was the first thing I grabbed. Gripping my case in frustration, I tip it upside down and litter the carpeted floor with its contents. When the small blue velvet box catches my eye, I reach for it, cursing in celebration. I quickly throw everything back into the suitcase and shove the box into my pocket, not wanting Maddy to see her gift until after dinner.
She has no idea what I have planned, and that’s part of the surprise—one I hope won’t backfire on me. Instead of going out for dinner, I hired a local catering group to set up while we were out for the day in the city. They’ve prepared a superb five-course meal, and left instructions for me so I don’t burn down the house re-heating it all.
I’ve placed the antipasto platter, which consists of olives, cured meats, cheeses, and different grilled vegetables, in the center of the table on the balcony. The night is too charming to waste, so I thought we could eat outdoors and enjoy the countryside that both Maddy and I are growing to love.
Just as I finish pouring the wine, Maddy comes out barefoot, wearing a blue summer dress with a floral print. Her hair is left hanging naturally and she has no makeup on. She looks absolutely beautiful. She gasps when she sees the sight in front of her.
Reaching for the lighter in my pocket, I light the two taper candles and smile. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” She takes a step closer and runs her hand over the linen tablecloth. “My birthday isn’t for a couple of hours. And besides, when it’s twelve a.m. here, it’s still six p.m. in New York.”
“That just means we can exploit your birthday celebrations for even longer,” I reply with a grin.
She smiles and takes a seat when I pull out a chair for her. When she reaches for the wine, I notice her trembling slightly. Is she cold? As I brush the backs of my fingers along the slope of her neck, I feel her skin is heated. She must be nervous. Maybe she too can feel that the usual static bouncing between us has just been amped up to five billion watts. I cool it and take a seat across from her.
“Help yourself. I promise you won’t pass out from a sugar overdose this time.”
She giggles and goes about serving up a small amount of everything. The moment she bites into the cheese, she closes her eyes in bliss. “That is so good.”
“It’s all locally made,” I reveal, taking a sip of my wine.
“That wine is amazing too,” she says, reaching for her glass after eating a piece of salami.
“It’s Frascati. It’s a traditional Italian wine. When in Rome,” I say, raising my glass, proposing a toast.
She raises hers, waiting for me to speak.
“May this birthday be the start of a year that brings you the answers you seek, the love that you want, and the happiness you deserve, because every day spent with you is the happiest day of my life. I wish all great things for you, Madison. Happy birthday.”
Even though the candlelight and moonlight are our only light sources, I can clearly see the tears prick her eyes. She doesn’t bother wiping them away as she clinks glasses with me. “Thank you, Dixon. This birthday is the best one yet because I get to spend it with you.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
As we both watch one another closely over the rims of our glasses, I know something big is about to happen. I don’t know what, but as before any natural phenomenon, I can feel the earth rumbling in anticipation.
Ignoring this unexpected forewarning, I laugh when Maddy piles more food onto her plate.
“What?” she asks, stopping mid-fork load.
“There are another four courses to go,” I explain, not wanting her to fill up early.
“Four?”
I nod.
She puts down her fork, but eyes the artichoke heart on her plate.
“Go on then,” I say, shaking my head in amusement.
She happily reaches for it, sucking the juices from her fingers as she places it into her mouth. “You spoil me, Dr. Mathews.”
Ignoring what the image of her blissfully suckling her fingers is doing to my cock, I reply, “The best is yet to come.”
* * *
“I told you the best is yet to come.”
“I know, but you could have warned me the best came in the shape of a humongous tiramisu. I think I’m going to be sick.” Madison places her hands on her belly and falls back into her seat.
The food has been delicious, but although I thoroughly enjoyed it, I have enjoyed watching Maddy devour each course more.
“Please take it away from me,” she groans, eyeing her half-eaten dessert. I reach for her plate, but she shoots up and takes one final bite. “Okay, now I’m really done,” she says, her lips painted with the sweetened cake.
Laughing, I stand and take the temptation inside. It’s a great ploy to fetch the impromptu birthday gift I purchased for her today. As I step back outside, I see that Maddy is standing by the balcony, looking out at the view.
When she turns to look at me over her shoulder, I present her with the black plastic bag. “Happy birthday.”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Dixon, you didn’t have to get me anything. I mean, taking me to Rome is more than enough.”
“Too late.” I place the gift into her hand.
She gives me a playful, disapproving look before opening up the bag. The moment she sees what’s inside, she bursts into fits of laughter. “You shouldn’t have,” she says, pulling out the selfie stick.
“Now there are no excuses not to take perfect pictures. And now you can’t call me old. I’ve been assured that’s the best selfie stick out there,” I reply, thankful I was able to find this thing while Maddy was in the bathroom.
“I love it. Thank you so much.” She wraps her arms around me and gives me a big hug. As I hug her back, I wonder if I should give her her second present, the one which means so much more than an insignificant gadget.
Deciding to go with my gut, I let her go and slowly reach into my jeans pocket. As my fingers brush over the box, my hesitation disappears. “Happy birthday.”
Madison looks down at my hand and gulps when I produce the small velvet box. “I-I don’t understand. You’ve already given me so much. I can’t accept anything else. You’ve already spent too much money.”
“This didn’t cost me a thing. Please, I want you to have it.” I extend the box her way, indicating I won’t take it back.
“Dixon…”
But I press. “Madison, just open it. If you don’t like it, I can take it back.”
“That’s not the point. Whatever you give me, I’m going to love. It’s just that…this is too much.”
“You don’t even know what’s inside. I could have a hot tamale in there.” She smirks and sighs when I nudge the box into her palm.
I can’t bear to watch her open it as I’m terrified she’ll hate it. I’m terrified that this was a bad idea. I walk over to the balcony and turn my back, unable to stomach the thought that she might hate something so important to me.
When the box hinges whine open, I take a deep breath and look out into the star-filled sky. There is no noise, only the sound of my harsh breathing. Do I regret giving Madison this?
No.
“Dixon…I don’t know what to say other than it’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” Her bewildered voice reveals she means every word.
“It was my mother’s,” I explain. “She was a devout Catholic and she wore that medallion every day. It’s Saint Christopher, he’s known as the patron saint of travel. It was given to her by her aunt the day she left Italy. I know traditionally he’s meant to protect travelers, but I figure he’ll protect you from the emotional journey you’re currently o
n.
“Protect us on our travels, wherever we may roam; keep us safe and guide us, always safely home,” I say, reciting the prayer my mother used to say every day. But now, it holds more significance than I ever knew it would. “I want you to know that I will always be your home. No matter how far you roam, I’ll always be here, waiting for you to come home.”
I know my mother would have wanted Madison to have this. I also know she would have loved Madison as much I do. Whether she decides to wear it or not, that’s entirely up to her. I just wanted to give her something special, something personal, to show her how much she means to me.
“Will you help me put it on?” Maddy asks.
“Nothing would please me more.” I turn around and smile when I see Madison standing before me. She hands me the silver necklace and brushes her hair to one side. I walk behind her and place the chain around her neck, fastening it gently. I can’t help but run my fingers along her neckline.
She spins around slowly, fingering the charm as she peers down at it. The tears running down her cheeks reveal she likes it. Unable to see her cry, I wipe them away with my thumbs. More just fall in their place.
“What’s the matter? Are you unhappy?” I ask suddenly, watching her lower lip tremble uncontrollably.
She shakes her head.
“Then what is it?”
“Dixon…” Her voice is hoarse, and I can hear the terror in her tone. “I love this.” She grasps the charm, her eyes never wavering from mine. “And…I love…you.”
“What?” I jar backwards, not believing the words I just heard. Surely I’m mistaken. There’s no way she said what I thought she just did.
Taking an agonizingly slow breath, she steps back and shyly reaches for the hem of her dress. I’m watching in complete and utter fascination when she draws the garment up and over her head. It drops to her feet a second later and then she’s standing before me, completely naked.
I am rendered speechless. The fact she came out here totally naked underneath her dress is a fucking turn-on.
Under the moonlight, she appears ethereal, like a goddess. I’ve seen her naked before, just not her entire body at the one time. There are simply no words to describe what I’m seeing.
“Make love to me.”
And again, there are simply no words to describe what I’m feeling.
But as she stands watching me nervously, I know I have to pull it together and be the man she deserves. “Are you sure, Madison? There’s no hurry.”
She nods. “I know I’m being greedy, seeing as you’ve already given me so much. But this is my way of giving something back.”
“You don’t have to give…” She steps forward, placing her finger over my lips.
“I want to. I want you.”
No man could ever turn down such a request.
“I want you, too.”
“Then make love to me,” she repeats with nothing but conviction in her eyes.
Running my finger along the length of her face, I nod, utterly mesmerized by the beauty in front of me. Not about to take her virginity out here in the open, I scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom.
She watches me with wide, frightened eyes as I lower her onto the mattress. I stand at the foot of the bed as I take off my T-shirt. Her gaze drops to my flank. She admires my tattoo as her tongue darts out to wet her pink bottom lip.
Reaching into my pocket, I open my wallet and pull out a condom. I then slip out of my jeans. I’m miraculously wearing boxer briefs, and decide to leave them on for now.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, nervously shuffling up the bed to rest on the pillows.
“Not the way I do it,” I reply with poise, hoping I help her feel at ease.
“O-okay.”
I place one knee onto the mattress and then the other, and commence my climb up toward her. She lies flat, her chest rising and falling so quickly her gorgeous breasts inflate with every breath she takes. Now that I have her naked beneath me, I don’t know where to start. This experience is solely about her, so I decide to ask her.
“What do you want?” I place the condom on the side dresser.
She leans up on one elbow. “I-I don’t know. Is there a certain position you want me in?” Her breaths come out faster and harder and I can feel her heart thrashing about in her ribcage as I press my chest to hers.
I smile. “No, I meant is there anything you’ve liked that I’ve done in the past.”
“Oh.” Her mouth forms into a perfect O. The moment it does, my dick twitches.
“I like it when you touch me.”
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Where?”
“I like it when you touch my…breasts,” she whispers, looking away, appearing timid for confessing her desires aloud.
“And what else?”
“I like it when you touch them and go…down…on me.” Her cheeks flush and she appears mortified, but little does she know, this is exactly what I want to hear.
“Your wish is my command. Lie back, angelo.”
She does, licking her lips nervously.
I don’t waste another minute and move up her body, keeping my full weight off of her as I kiss her tenderly. I kiss her deliberately slowly, while she tries to speed up the pace by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I don’t take the bait and suck on it in one long, hard pull. She whimpers, her legs scissoring impatiently beneath me—which is exactly what I want.
I’m going to try my best to make this as comfortable for her as I can, and to do that, I need to get her so worked up that when I slip inside, she’ll be ready and waiting. I need her to push past the pain and only focus on the pleasure.
I pull away and work my way down her body, sucking on the tender spot over her carotid pulse. Her whimpers intensify as she tosses her head back. I suck and softly bite, only letting go when I leave a red, inflamed, love-stained hickey.
I continue with my journey, only stopping when I reach her pebbled left nipple. Without delay, I take it into my mouth and suck leisurely, flicking it occasionally with my tongue.
“Ahhh!” she groans, the sheets bunched in her tight fists.
I make my way over to her other breast, and give this nipple the same treatment as the first. Being buried in her chest this way is one of my most favorite things in the world. But my need to be buried someplace else has me walking my fingers over her flat stomach and stopping only when I reach the junction of her thighs.
Continuing to suckle and fondle her breasts, I run my finger along the seam of her pussy, happy to feel how hot and wet she already is. She needs no further preparation so I insert a finger, moaning around her breast as she clenches and pulls me into the hot cavern of her cunt.
I may be patient, but I’m not a damn saint. So I push in another finger. Maddy screams while her body trembles, alerting me to the fact that she needs more. And goddamn it, so do I.
Her breast pops free as I slide down her body. I twirl my tongue in her bellybutton before kissing my way down to her clit. Her body stiffens at the slight intrusion, but as I settle between her thighs and open up her legs, her body is mine to do as I please.
And all I want to do is please her.
I spread her pink glistening lips with my fingers, licking her entrance in one long, slow lick. Her cleft is so swollen and needy, I know it wouldn’t take me long to make her come. But I’m going to hold off her orgasm for as long as I can.
Circling my tongue, I bury it as deep as I can go. Her hips buck upward and she fucks my face as I fuck her with my tongue. I reach up and begin tugging at her erect nipple. Her flesh feels like it’s burning underneath me and with that thought in mind, I bury my face deeper into her pussy and fondle her breasts hungrily.
“Oh, God,” she howls, her body undulating wildly.
I’ve never seen her so riled up before. The sight has my cock pushing at the cotton barrier of my briefs, desperately trying to escape. When it does, I know it’ll be explosive.
I’m fervently eating out Maddy, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. I’m relentless and I’m also ruthless, as I’m not giving her what she wants. “Dixon, please,” she begs, choking on her gasps.
“Please what?” I mumble against her folds.
“Please get me off.”
Those passion-filled words are almost my undoing, but I don’t give in. She’s not ready. Not yet.
“Soon,” I reply, pumping two fingers in and out her body, almost blowing when imagining my dick will soon replace those digits.
“Now,” she impatiently counters, gripping my hair and shoving my face back into her pussy.
She raises her hips, silently pleading to give her what she wants. I slap my tongue over her clit gently, not enough to make her come, but enough to leave her a quivering mess. I need her to be so unbelievably wet I’ll slide right in. I begin to devour her—licking, sucking, biting and consuming until she screams out in frustration, about ready to explode.
Now she’s ready.
I quickly pull away but insert two fingers as I reach for the condom from the nightstand. Her eyes widen when she sees me tear the wrapper open with my teeth. Her greedy muscles clench around me as I try and pull down my boxers with one hand.
“Are you sure?” I ask one final time. Her response is to lean up and help me undress. My briefs are on the floor a second later.
As I’m slipping on the condom, she swallows fearfully while staring at my cock. ‘We can stop at any time,’ would be the gentlemanly thing to say. But once I’m sheathed inside of her, I know I won’t be able to stop.
So I say the only thing I can to show her that this will change us both. “I love you, too.”
She appears stunned by my revelation but, as tears well in her eyes, I know that shock has turned to joy. Unable to wait a second longer, I grip my dick and rub her wetness over her folds. She’s going to be impossibly tight, so I’ll go in slow.