“Don’t start with that crap,” she said.
“Well, I’ll just make the decisions for you then, sweetie,” I said.
I touched the bottom of her shirt, flirting with her skin.
She shivered and wiggled a little, telling me she was ticklish without saying a word.
As I lifted her shirt up, she relaxed her arms for me.
Then I noticed a whole bunch of pictures sprawled out on the coffee table.
That’s when an idea came to me.
I stopped taking her shirt off and looked at the pictures.
“Hey, did you take those?” I asked, nodding.
“What?” Madison turned her head. “Are you serious right now?”
“Those are great pictures,” I said.
I then made the bold move and walked away from Madison.
I exchanged a soon-to-be topless woman for some photographs.
For good reason though.
“Look at these,” I said. “They’re amazing…”
“What the fuck, Maverick?” Madison growled. “You know what? Look at these…”
I turned just as Madison hurried to take her shirt off.
Then she said, “They’re amazing…” as she reached back and unclasped her bra.
Her bra fell to the floor and she put her hands to her hips.
Cocky and beautiful.
Her perfect tits exposed.
Button-like nipples perked tighter by the second as I stared and grinned.
I moved right back to Madison, right where I belonged.
“There,” I whispered as my hands gently touched her warm, full breasts.
My thumbs rolled easily over her hard nipples.
Madison groaned and thrust her chest toward me. “There… what?”
I lowered my mouth down toward her right breast and smiled. “I got you to take your top and bra off without asking or you realizing it.”
Madison’s left hand swept across her chest at the last second, blocking my mouth from tasting her soft, perfect skin.
I ended up kissing the back of her hand.
Then I looked at her.