Hot Damn(26)

“I’m going to taste your pussy.”

She sucks a breath in through her teeth. “Jesse.”

Gently I draw her panties down her legs and off her, then kiss my way back up her legs—ankles, shins, knees. Her thighs are shaking as I ease them apart. I stroke them with my tongue, one then the other, stopping just shy of where I really want to be. She’s wet and glistening as I open her with my fingers. I just look at her for a few seconds, taking in the shapes and contours. Breathing her arousal. Then I touch my tongue to her clit.

She jumps. I chuckle. How could that have been a surprise? I suck at it a little, then touch it with my teeth.

“God,” she says, but she doesn’t push me away, so I have to assume I didn’t hurt her. So I keep licking.

So wet. She’s more than ready for me. My cock aches, wanting to get in on the action, but it’s going to have to wait.

This is about Maddy. She needs attention like she’s never had attention before, and I’m going to give it to her. I slide a finger inside her, then two, then three, at the same time fluttering her clit with my tongue, swiping the length of her pussy, tasting every inch of her. She’s tight around my fingers—tighter than I expected—and I can feel the muscles twitching. So close…

Her clit is so hard it’s like a pebble under my tongue. Her thighs are shaking nonstop now, her body twisting like she’s trying to get away from me. At the same time, though, she grabs my hair and pushes me closer. She’s right where I want her.

I start thrusting three fingers into her, slow at first, then harder, faster. I’m still sucking at her clit, licking her, feeling all the slick folds, the rougher ones, her hair tickling my nose. Then, curling my fingers up, I finally find that spot, soft and yielding, inside her channel.

She lets out a strange sound—not quite a scream but more than a moan. Her body clenches down hard on me, strangling my fingers. I can feel every shudder, every clenching spasm, as the orgasm takes her.

It goes on for a long time. God, I’m good. I chuckle a little, trying to draw it out even longer by twitching my fingers inside her and touching my tongue to her clit.

“God, no, Jesse, please stop.” This time she pushes my face away from her. I chuckle and give her one last, long lick before I draw back.

“Sto-o-p,” she says again, but she’s laughing, shoving helplessly at my forehead. “It’s too much.”

I grin then lean up to kiss her. She’s tentative about the kiss, and it takes me a few seconds to figure out why. When she pulls back, she says, “Is that what I taste like?”

Good God, has she never had anyone go down on her before? How dumb was the idiot who knocked her up?

I cut that thought off. He’s Christopher’s father—I shouldn’t be too critical or I’ll end up saying something in front of Christopher. Still, how could any man have this woman in his life—in his bed—and not want to taste every inch of her?

Not me, that’s for damn sure.

“Yes, it is.” I kiss her again, carrying her flavor into her mouth with my tongue. “You taste like heaven, baby.”

She just laughs a little uncertainly. “That was…”

“It was awesome,” I finish for her when she seems to be having trouble finding words.

She sits up and takes another sip of her wine. Without meeting my eyes, she says, “What about you?” She makes a vague gesture toward my cock.

“I never said that we’re done.”

Her gaze jerks up to mine. The mix of eagerness and anxiety in her expression makes me laugh again.

“I’m not even close to done, babe.”

I get up off the couch and scoop her up into my arms. “Which way to the bedroom?” It’s a small apartment, but there are two bedrooms, and it would be wrong to even accidentally carry Maddy into Christopher’s room while I’m having extremely filthy thoughts about her.

She points. “I didn’t make the bed this morning.”

She sounds embarrassed about it. “Good,” I tell her. “’Cause we’re pretty much going to tear it apart, anyway.”

I head down the short hallway, where one door is ajar. Backing through, I push it open. When I turn around, I’m met with an amazing show of bright colors and—you guessed it—superheroes. She’s even got Captain America-themed bedclothes on the queen-sized bed.

“Wow.” I can’t help it, even though I know she’ll take it wrong. “You’re really dedicated, aren’t you?”

Maddy covers her face. Her ears are turning pink. “I know. It’s silly.”

I set her on her feet and kiss her soundly. “I think it’s cool. You don’t give a shit what anybody thinks, do you?”

Her hand lowers. “I try not to.”

“I like that in a woman.” I take her face in both hands and look into her eyes. “I think it’s hot.”

I take another look around the room. There are posters everywhere. Some of them are vintage, from the sixties or even earlier. She’s even got one of the original Star Wars one sheets by the Brothers Hildebrandt, where Luke Skywalker looks like he’s been pumping iron his whole life. It’s seriously impressive.

That’s not what I’m looking for, though. Right across from the bed is Maddy’s closet, and it’s got full-length mirrors on the doors. Perfect. I maneuver us over next to it. “I’m going to show you how gorgeous you are.”

Gently I turn her to face me. Cupping her face again, I catch her gaze with mine so she can see how dead serious I am. “Maddy, you are so beautiful I can’t even explain it. Every damn thing about you.” I turn her around and tuck her up against me, looking into the mirror. She’s curved perfectly back into my body. I’m damn near a foot taller than she is, but somehow I don’t quite dwarf her. It’s the way she holds herself—solid and confident, with that I-don’t-care-what-you-think posture. It’s hard for me to get my head around how she could possibly think she’s not fucking fabulous.

“Look at yourself,” I tell her. I stroke my hand down her body, over her bare skin. I can tell she doesn’t want to. Probably doesn’t want to see herself naked. But I’m naked too, so we’re even on that count. I cup her breast. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”

She makes a halfhearted attempt to pull away. “No. Jesse, I don’t think—”

“Don’t think. Just let me make you feel.” I kiss the back of her neck.

She hesitates a moment then finally nods. I let my hands have their way, moving up and down her body, memorizing her shapes and curves. Her stomach has a soft little curve to it, but I can tell she doesn’t like that by the way she reacts when I touch it. So I touch it some more, lower one hand to stroke between her legs to distract her.

She’s not looking in the mirror like I want her to. “Watch,” I tell her.

Reluctantly she lifts her gaze to the mirror. I kiss the back of her neck, still stroking her body. “Bend over,” I tell her.

She does what I ask. I palm her ass with one hand. My tanned skin is dark against hers. I glance at the mirror again to be sure we can still see each other. “On your knees,” I say.

Again she obeys. The mirrors go all the way to the floor, so I can still see everything as I lower myself to my knees behind her. She looks straight down at the floor between her hands. “Keep watching,” I order, and she turns her head.

I make sure she’s really watching before I reach down between her thighs and press my fingers inside her. She makes a small noise and closes her eyes.

I swat her ass, and she jumps.

“Ow?” she says.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

“Are you spanking me?”

“Are you misbehaving?”

“No.”

I swat her again. “Yes, you are. Watch yourself. I want you to see everything.”

I tuck my hands in the bend of her thighs and pull her a little closer. My cock is hard as fuck, and I know she can feel it pressing against her ass. She’s got a pink stain on her butt cheek now where I spanked her, and it’s such a turn-on that my dick starts to actually hurt.

I start to pulse my hips against her, not penetrating her yet, just stroking my cock across her swollen pussy. “Watch the red cover your chest and your back. Watch the fingerprints I put on your ass while I hold you steady. Watch my cock disappear inside you.”

She shivers, and I adjust her in front of me. I put my fingers back inside her, sliding on the wet heat her orgasm left behind. A few thrusts of my hand, and I can tell she’s right on the edge again. Slowly I draw my fingers free, opening her pussy as I do it.

I slide inside her, groaning with the instant wet heat gripping my cock.

I watch myself take her in the mirror. She makes a sound then says, “Fuck,” mostly under her breath. I can’t tell if it’s from feeling me inside her or from seeing me fucking her.

“Are you looking?” I ask.

She nods vigorously.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?”

She doesn’t answer. I swat her ass just as I thrust hard into her. She lets out a strangled almost-scream. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know.” But she’s definitely looking, her eyes wide, teeth tight on her lower lip. “Do it again.”