by Carter Blake
And we’ve barely even fucking started.
I’m thinking about the way Maddie’s dexterous tongue felt out on the beach…a nice, slow buildup…
Not tonight. Maddie assertively grabs the base of my dick and spits on the tip before taking a good portion of it right into her mouth. She’s wasting no time, moving up and back down again with purpose and speed, grabbing my balls with a firm squeeze, painting what feels like a frenetic fucking Jackson Pollock masterpiece with her tongue.
“MmmmMMmmmM.”
I’m making all kinds of new noises tonight, and right now, it sounds like I’m singing that goddamn Crash Test Dummies song from the nineties.
I can’t help it, and my moaning continues as Maddie throws me a lightning bolt of eye contact while steadily increasing her suction.
I close my eyes, again feeling like I’m about to fucking pass out, and try to concentrate on the pure fucking pleasure she’s providing. I feel Maddie grip my cock tight with both hands as she shifts position.
I’m no longer watching her, but I feel her slowly tracing patterns across my cock with her tongue. The sudden change of pace, and just the insane fucking way that feels, inspires an especially weird and intense hum from me.
Looking at the ceiling, I can tell I’m out of Maddie’s mouth entirely, though both her hands are working my shaft powerfully.
“You told me to let ya have it. ‘All of it,’ you said.”
The way Maddie softly delivers these words stands in stark contrast with this crazy fucking blowjob, but before I can think much about it, Maddie wraps her lips around my cock and takes me deep into her mouth, all the way down her throat.
She must know I’m about to start that fucking moan again, because she starts humming.
That’s right, she starts humming, almost in harmony, and the feeling of those humming vibrations makes me too fucking close to blow my load.
“FUCK!” I growl.
Maddie lets my cock out slowly until it’s again enveloped by the cool, conditioned air.
One hand clapping, motherfucker, runners at the corners, come on!
There’s no stopping it. I hear my come hitting the wall―and ceiling―behind me. No fucking joke.
I’m still absorbed by the ceiling’s snowy hue when I smell, hear and feel Madeline lying down onto the floor next to me.
Already, the fever of desire is beginning to retake me, my cock still rock-hard and ready to go again.
I turn onto my left side to face Madeline, whose emerald stare―now iconic in my consciousness―pierces me with both aching thirst and tenderness.
I softly brush away the last few wisps of golden hair from her face.
Maddie starts laughing hard, and so do I, until our laughter trails off together. Then we soak up the silence, and each other’s close presence, for a few fleeting moments.
Maddie brings the intermission to an end by brushing her fingers delicately across my abs.
“You got your clothes back, that’s fair...but the dry cleaning is extra.”
Maddie’s staring at me with conviction, and her hand is now traveling all over my abs and pecs. She’s not fucking joking.
“I’ll get out my checkbook.”
Maddie gives me a very business-like nod. The exact type of nod I’ve seen a million times in my career, the type of nod that means That sounds good, let’s move forward with that. It’s uncanny.
Maddie rolls fluidly onto her back as I inch down the floor into my favorite place to be in the world.
I move all the way past Maddie’s feet, get up on my knees and see that she’s lying with her hands behind her head, looking like a supremely relaxed and confident fucking badass. She gestures with her head down towards the area of her crotch.
“Could you get those?”
I slide off her lacy panties as I watch her try to fight a grin from spreading ear-to-ear.
Not only is Maddie unsuccessful in stopping her grin, but she also can’t stop herself from playing with her definitively wet pussy as I lower her panties down past her feet and throw them across the room.
“Hey, I’m gonna need those,” Maddie protests laughingly as she lightly rubs her clit.
“Would you like some help?” I offer.
“Would you be so kind?”
“I would abso-fucking-lutely be so kind, any fucking time you want.”
Maddie puts her hand back behind her head.
Staying where I am, I start rubbing the tops of Maddie’s feet, just the very beginning of the warmup, staying there for a good half minute, then moving up to her ankles, tightening my grip a bit, but keeping the massage therapeutic, trying to channel out every last bit of tension.
I notice Maddie propping her head up slightly, watching me as I work, her eyes drifting unhurriedly up and down my chest, my stomach, lower. It’s the same type of studying I remember Maddie doing outside the hotel after our first night together.
Just like then, it’s a challenge to stay in the state I’m in. I’m ready to fuck her brains out, but I want to take my time.
But since I don’t have the tools for a proper massage, and this isn’t an evening for painfully slow buildups, I migrate further up Maddie’s legs.
“Ooh.” Maddie lets out a quiet, subdued moan as I reach her inner thighs. “That was nice.”
Was nice, she says. I take the hint and reposition myself with steady determination.
I lock eyes with Maddie, moving my fingertips around thighs, letting them get achingly close to the borders of her lips.
As I get so close to feeling her pussy, and she maintains her green-eyed gaze, I feel my cock getting even fucking harder. Maddie finally breaks eye contact to take in the show, giggling with delight.
I lower my head down slowly, my dick continuing to harden at the sight of Madeline’s beautiful pussy. These are the moments that I live for, quite literally. All the garbage, the inescapable daily annoyances, and the cumulative fucking stress and the endless bullshit that we all deal with…at this moment it is all more than fucking worth it.
It’s even more worth it when Madeline lifts her knees up further and throws her legs wide open, allowing me to lie down on my side and go the fuck to town.
I start licking around the perimeter like usual, but she’s already thrusting her cunt towards me. I use my sideways position to perform a leisurely, diagonal run of my tongue from the far lower left side of her pussy lips, running up to the upper right.
Maddie squeaks abruptly.
“That’s good...” she says in a somewhat higher register than usual, “Let’s continue down this road.”
I move the softened edge of my tongue down the crease of her right thigh and I start another diagonal run in the other direction.
“Oh, fuck, Ethan! How is that possible―never stop doing that, oh my god!”
I want to take Maddie to the same heights she took me and then some, and I think that’s a sign I’m getting close. I make a couple more slow laps across the entirety of Maddie’s wet pussy as she moans and sweeps her hands wildly across the carpet.
I slow the pace of my tongue more as I move into more of a classic figure-eight pattern, which is accompanied by the fucking perfect sound of Madeline screaming so loud that I swear I hear the furniture rattle.
“Keep going, keep going, I promise I won’t scream again,” she pleads.
I’m also pretty sure she knows I’m going to keep it up regardless, and I do, and she belts out another blood-curdler that may be loud enough to hear in both Japan and California.
As Madeline raises her cunt further into the air, I get up on my knees and move my tongue up through the center. I gently press part of my tongue against her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her dripping cunt before Madeline comes crazy fucking hard.
I wait until her climax subsides, keeping my tongue pressed to her clit as she writhes under my touch. Pretty soon, she recovers.
“Okay,” she breathes, “that was good for dry cleaning.”
Madeline pats the spot next to hers, and crosses her legs in a way that could drive a lesser man fucking insane.
I stride over, cock in hand, as Madeline watches in sheer glee.
“Let me get that for ya.” Madeline reaches her hand out as I get closer, opening and closing it as if that’ll get me there faster.
I stop right in front of where Maddie is sitting and free my cock for her to grab.
Which she does, the feeling sending fiery shivers of pleasure in each and every direction. Madeline keeps her hand wrapped tightly around the middle of my cock as she eases onto her back. Somehow, we get ourselves into a decent position despite there not being too much space on the sofa.
Of course, it helps that Maddie lifts one leg straight up into the air so I have room to kneel on the end of the couch and we can fuck like crazy.
Does that all sound romantic? Well, the moment I take that magnificent plunge into the realm of overpowering, ineffable carnal oblivion, feeling Madeline’s dazzlingly beautiful spirit coursing through every fiber of the immense pleasure we are giving each other and building together, I’m finally beginning to understand what the word romance might actually mean.
Ethan
It turns out this front room sofa is also comfortable for sleeping. The sound of birds greeting the sunrise, the waves crashing nearby, even the staff vacuuming outside has all provided only brief lapses in slumber before drifting back into one of the best rests of my life.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt at all to have the extraordinary being that is Madeline resting on top of me, both of us wrapped up in this enormous bedsheet and nothing else.
That ringtone is getting to be annoying, I’ll admit. I don’t know if it’s some staff members outside or what.
It can’t be Madeline’s; she keeps sleepily asking what it is when it goes off.
There it goes again. Maybe it’s time and to get up anyway, and... fuck, Madeline’s already gone.
That incessant fucking electronic beeping is still fucking going, and I’m waking up to a world where Madeline has drifted away yet again...
I rub my temples. I know that I keep saying I’m okay with it, that Maddie is a fling, part of a fantastic week that’ll always be nothing but a memory, but feeling the lack of the beautiful, perfect weight of her body holding me in this new, wonderful place that is my life—well, I don’t know.
I’m rubbing my face and my eyes. Everything that happened last night just makes this all the more fucking painful. I may have been fine if I hadn’t fucking bothered.
Maybe not fine, but better, at least.
“It can’t get any worse.” I gotta stop saying shit out loud.
“What was that?”
The siren song. There it is.
“Holy shit, babe. I thought you left me again.”
I’ve got a grin of relief and just general happiness plastered across my face as I turn to see that absurdly stunning face, that gorgeous body, that golden hair that I already know is shimmering in the morning sunlight.
Even hearing her voice and smelling her scent is enough to fill me with motivation to get up and see what the day has to offer.
Seriously. When was the last time I felt like that? Possibly fucking never.
Not until now.
Okay, maybe I’m going a little nuts here. I try to dial back the shit-eating grin a bit before turning to look at Maddie.
I still have what I hope is a warm smile when I turn my head to look at Maddie, who’s dressed in a resort bathrobe with her torn dress slung over the shoulder.
“Hey, I’ll buy you another dress.”
I’m about to start laughing, but Maddie’s staring daggers. She’s also holding my phablet.
“You ever fucking pick this thing up?”
“Uh, no, actually. Was the ringing coming from there? Sorry, it’s brand-new. I had no idea.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I do laugh a little, sitting up on the sofa.
“I’ll put it on silent if you want to get a bit more...”
“Who the fuck is Audra?”
You know how I love to complain about the cold, lonely air in the honeymoon suite? Because now it feels like there’s no fucking air at all and I’m about to fucking suffocate.
I inhale deeply, trying not to have another bout of panic as Madeline stares at me with furious green eyes.
I need to explain that I’m not married to Audra. It was never actually official, and she made it very clear she wanted it to be over, anyway.
But my mouth feels too arid to even speak, and my heart’s pounding in my ears, and I can’t even think of the right words to start explaining.
I’m sure my silence is worse, though.
“It’s complicated.” Well, that’s a terrible fucking start. “What did she say?”
Fuck. Keep fucking digging, buddy.
“She said...” Goddammit, Maddie’s talking through her fucking teeth. “She said that she made a huge mistake.”
A sudden tension headache starts burrowing its way into my forehead, immediately getting worse. I start rubbing my temples, which I’m sure looks really bad.
But all I need is a chance to explain.
I hold my hand up.
“Madeline, I want to answer your question of who Audra is...”
“She said,” Madeline continues, stalking in my direction, my oversized phone looking like it might shatter in her livid hand, “she said she didn’t want your MARRIAGE to be OVER!”
One good thing I can say about this sudden storm of shit, and about the only good thing I can say about this or anything that’ll probably ever happen again in my life, is that when Madeline pitches the phone at my head with the intensity of Pedro Martinez throwing a fastball, the device lands safely on the sofa instead of hitting the wall.
The only way it could’ve gone better is if she beamed me in the fucking head.
The worst part is, I’m thinking like a guilty person. Like a guy who actually is married and tried to hide it, and now my big secret is out.
In this case, it just appears that way. And because of the circumstances, there’s no way to convince Maddie of the truth. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t tell the fucking truth.
“This was supposed to be my honeymoon...our honeymoon.”
Madeline looks around like it’s her first time in this room. She’s probably thinking about how she should have been suspicious about this.
This horrible story is all coming together for her. It’s an untrue story, but the more it comes together the less likely I can convince her of it.
“In the honeymoon suite,” she whimpers softly. “It’s so fucking perverse.”
“I’m not married,” I announce loud enough for anyone to hear.
Maddie doesn’t bat an eye. I just told her the crux of this whole thing, the most important piece of the puzzle that she just happens to be missing, but to her it’s just another fucking lie that’s not even worth acknowledging.
Madeline’s lips are forming into a scowl. I’ve never seen her look anything like this. I’ve seen her make all sorts of aggressive, angry faces, but those were jokes, just adorable, sexy messing around while posing for a photo or something.
This expression is something she can’t help—it comes from genuine hurt and anguish, and it’s breaking my fucking heart.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” she states evenly, her face flushed with rage. “I can’t fucking believe this is happening. This has to be a nightmare.”
I take another deep breath, preparing to convey the truth as believably as I’m capable of.
“There was a wedding...”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I never want to hear your voice again!”
When she’s in the mood to be, Maddie is absolutely on
e of the most articulate and intelligent people I’ve ever met. She doesn’t have an ounce of pretense, but after getting to know her over these past few days, I’ve no doubt that she puts every one of the myriad self-declared financial geniuses I’ve had to deal with to shame in the brains department.
But right now, she’s being carried away on a tide of emotions, and her words are becoming terse and basic beyond the point of rationality.
Maddie’s almost completely red as she stands in the middle of the room, the false reality of the situation coming down on her with more weight than she can bear.
Like I said, it breaks my heart.
“Maddie,” I say, trying to plead but subtly trying to get one last chance to break through this horrible web of bullshit, “all I need is two minutes...”
“And what?” Fuck, she’s talking through her teeth again. “You can explain? There’s nothing to explain. You’re mar—”
I didn’t think Maddie was going to cry, but she’s coming close now. I don’t think I could bear the sight.
At least Maddie stops herself from crying. The color is draining from her somewhat, but I don’t know if that’s a good thing.
“The way I see it,” Maddie continues with unnerving calmness, “your actions, your deceitful, disgusting fucking actions have cast a long, dark shadow over what was supposed to be one of the brightest times of my life. I was really looking forward to the future, near and far.”
I want to tell her that I was too. Instead, I say nothing—because this is a uniquely horrible fucking situation in which telling the truth won’t make a bit of difference.
A patch of sunshine comes beaming through the window, bathing the borders of Maddie’s hair in an ethereal glow—the kind of glow I hoped to see before I turned my head.
But that was a few minutes ago, and now all I can feel is the heartbreak, the anguish of seeing Maddie in serious pain but being able to do fucking nothing about it.
I want to tell her that the only thing I want in the world is for her to be happy again.
But she’d never believe it, and she’s already walking out the door.