Mads lay on my bed without a stitch of clothing, her shorts, tank, and undergarments tossed into different sections of my room. I hovered in the doorway. “Jesus,” I whispered to myself.
She groaned my name groaned as she squirmed on the bed. She ran a hand down the side of her hips, her glazed eyes finding me. “Micah, you left.”
I moved to the bed—to her. “I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be by your side the entire night.”
She sat up, reaching for me, and this time I didn’t step away. I sank into the bed beside her. “I need you to touch me. I need you to—”
I brushed my fingers over her lower belly, moving up between her breasts. “Like this?” I murmured.
“Yes. More. I need more.” She arched her back, tilting her body slightly to the side so my hand grazed her nipple.
I rolled the bud between my thumb and index finger, applying a bit more pressure with each turning pass. She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. I kissed her gently, slanting my lips over hers, but the featherlight teasing of our mouths lasted only seconds. Mads wasn’t having it. She swept her tongue in between my lips, deepening the kiss. Nothing about her suggested she wanted tenderness or a slow pace.
What Mads wanted, I would give her.
“You make me dizzy,” she said.
“Then you better hold on,” I instructed, wrapping my fingers in her hair and pulling her back to my lips.
She took my bottom lip between her teeth and bit me. The smile that curled on her lips was devilish. “You taste good.” As if she needed another taste, her tongue swept over my mouth.
With clever, impatient fingers, she pulled at the towel around my waist, the loose knot unraveling. She shoved aside the terry cloth material as her lips fused to mine. Our tongues tangled, and I gasped into her mouth at the feel of her hand wrapping around my dick. I barely caught my breath before her fingers were moving, teasing me into a frenzy of need. Sparks of desire pulsed.
Her hand pumped over the hard length of me, and I nearly came as the pad of her thumb grazed over my tip. This wasn’t supposed to be about me, but damn if she didn’t make this situation fucking hot.
“Wait,” I moaned pathetically. Not even I believed I wanted her to stop.
“I’m done waiting. I want to watch you come.” She climbed on top of me, legs straddling either side of me, and I groaned. My fingers went to her hips, steadying her, but she began to rock against me. “Stop talking. More kissing.” Her mouth fused to mine, and we fell onto the mattress, a tangle of tongues, limbs, and hungry kisses. She needed this. Needed me.
And I was selfish enough to take it.
She positioned herself over me, guiding my pulsing cock inside. I slipped in effortlessly. She was already so damn fucking wet.
A sigh of pleasure escaped me, and then Mads rolled her hips, and I swear to God, I saw fucking stars. I let her set the pace as she moved in slow circles at first, creating the sweetest torture my body had ever endured. It took all my control to not thrust deeper, to fully sink myself inside her.
She fit me so damn perfectly; every dip and curve matched mine. I ran my fingers over her plump ass as she rode me.
“More, Micah. I need more,” she begged.
How could I say no? I increased the rhythm of my strokes, moving faster and harder. Her hands went above her head, flattening onto the surface of the headboard. Tangles of her hair fall forward over her shoulders, covering her breasts.
My hips lifted off the bed slightly as she matched my movements. Those dove-gray eyes held my gaze, and I was powerless to look away. “You know I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” I murmured, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. “Tell me I’m the only one, Mads,” I whispered as I dipped my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth.
Her head dropped back, a soft moan of desire slipping from her before she responded, “There will never be anyone but you, Micah.” Her skin glistened, cheeks flushed. I didn’t think there was a more beautiful sight than Mads coming completely undone.
The fingers pressing into my chest turned into nails raking down my body as I watched her chase her release. The sting of her nails only heightened my need for her. I welcomed it and the passion that flared within me. My name tore from her lips as she tumbled over the edge, her gray eyes so dark. Seconds later I followed, my body trembling under hers.
When the orgasm died down, my muscles went lax, and she curled into me, relaxing. Her chest rose and fell in tempo with mine, a comforting feeling. I closed my eyes. We lay tangled up in each other for minutes before Mads got up to use the bathroom. When she returned, she sank into the center of my bed, honey hair spreading over my sheets and lips swollen from our kisses. Tiredness came over her features, her eyes growing heavy to the point that she could no longer keep them open. This was good. She needed sleep.
I rolled to my side to get us both some water, but Mads’s hand stopped me. “Stay. You said you would stay.”
I gathered her in my arms, an affectionate smile nipping at my lips. “Is this better?”
She nuzzled into my side, the tips of her nails tracing the outline of my chest tattoo, something she did often when we were together. “Not even close.”
A minute later, her fingers stopped moving and lay softly on my chest. Her breathing had evened, and I hoped that meant she’d fallen asleep. I was too afraid to move and risk waking her up. She’d suffered enough tonight. She deserved whatever rest she could find.
But I didn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t.