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Only her.
Everything was her.
I kissed Madie hard. She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, holding tight. It was almost as if she was afraid I'd pull back away again, that I'd leave her. But there was no way in hell that I could stop kissing Madie now that I had started. I deepened the kiss, and Madie gasped against my mouth. There was no finesse to it, just a simple need for her lips on mine, her tongue against mine. Just her. All of her.
I didn't realize just how badly I needed her until this moment. Everything else was gone. And it was just us again.
She tasted like chocolate. Like chocolate and a hint of caramel and the salty sea. Because Madie would always taste like the sea to me. Ever since I first kissed her on the shore and we fell into the waters.
My hands smoothed around to her back, wanting to feel the curves that had been teasing me all night. I followed the curve of her spine with my fingertips. And then I slid my hands beneath her ass and scooped her into my lap.
Surprised, Madie broke from my mouth as I jerked her against me. But then she straddled my waist, curling around me.
That was better.
The hem of her dress—the fucking dress that gave me dick-hardening flashbacks—had been pushed up when I pulled her into my lap. Not that I minded seeing what was underneath. She was wearing tights, but my eyes lingered on that sinful stretch of skin where the material covering it turned from opaque to sheer. I palmed her legs just above the knee. And then I skated my hands up the soft netting, needing to feel her, needing her to feel me through it.
Glancing up, I saw that Madie was watching me. Tight little breaths released from between her swollen lips.
"Tell me to stop," I said, my voice like gravel as I slid my palms up, digging fingers into her tights. I didn't fucking deserve her. I didn't fucking deserve this. She should tell me to stop. She really should.
But Madie would never.
"You know that I won't, Bren."
I had. I had known.
My eyes didn't leave hers as my fingers dipped under her dress. They skimmed over the curve of her hips, up to her waist. The feeling of her through the lacy tights was killing me. It was tantalizing, teasing. I needed skin.
And then I found it—skin. And I wanted more. So I curled my fingers over the top of her tights and began slowly stripping her of them. Madie wordlessly lifted herself off my lap just slightly so I could roll the fabric over her ass.
My voice was thick in my throat as I said, "Lie back."
She did, falling into the sea of fleece blankets. Her strawberry hair spread around her like a halo. Madie peered up at me with blue, angelic eyes as I finished peeling her tights off. I did it one leg at a time, trailing my thumb down her inner thigh so I could feel that skin as it was bared.
The glow of the lights from the tree cast this kaleidoscopic effect over her features, and it was like we were back in that dark club. It was like we were there again—when I touched her beneath this same dress, dancing strobes hitting her face in waves as she came on my fingers. It was like that. But this time, we were alone. And I wasn't holding back anymore.
I was pretty sure that Madie held her breath until the very moment that I threw the tights over my shoulder. And then she smiled coyly. Her lips parted, and the voice that came out of that beautiful fucking mouth was so seductive that my dick instantly stiffened. "Your turn."
I processed what she'd said.
"My turn?"
Like hell it was. I wasn't even close to being done with her. She wasn't naked. And she wasn't coming undone beneath me yet. Or on top of me. Or whatever. That was beside the point. The point was, I wasn't done with her yet.
But Madie was already sitting up, her hair swaying over her shoulder as she leaned in toward me again. She started unbuttoning my shirt, taking her goddamn time. It was torture—absolute torture with how she kept sucking her bottom lip into her mouth in concentration as she went from button to button. And then she began kissing my neck, then my bare chest, and then lower, all the way to the waistband on my pants. Before stopping. Fucking hell, Madeline.
I looked down at her, and at the same time, she peeked up at me. Eyes collided, and then Madie grabbed my face and kissed me, giving hot and fiery caresses as her tongue stroked mine. She threw my shirt off, and it hit the Christmas tree, rattling the ornaments behind us. Her hand dipped into my pants, unzipping them so she could have better access to wrap my dick with her fingers.
"Shit, baby," I gasped against her mouth as she grabbed me. Pleasure tore through my whole fucking body just with that smallest amount of pressure.
Within seconds, my pants were off. And then I seized Madie by the waist, yanking her back into my arms. She straddled me again, except this time my erection teased between her legs, brushing against her barely covered core.
"Dress. Off." I forced the words through gritted teeth.
She rose a brow at me. "I thought you loved it?"
A chuckle rumbled up from my chest. "Do you know why I love this dress, Madie?"
"Why?"
"Because it's simple."
"Simple?" She almost looked offended, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, simple. Meaning it doesn't detract from everything you are. Which is what I really like looking at."
Madie tilted her head, a little bit awed.
"Will you let me look at you?" I asked softly.
She nodded slowly. Madie raised her arms above her head with a leisurely stretch, making it easy for me to strip her. The dress was first, then her bra, and soon Madie was sitting in my lap with only the tiniest bit of lace between her legs.
I looked at her. Hell, I stared, making her blush. And then I sucked a nipple into my mouth, groaning against her breast as she twisted in my arms, arching her back.
Madie's fingers dug into my good shoulder, and her soft moaning filled my ears. My arms had been wrapped around her, but I dropped one hand so that I could skim it up her parted legs, giving her thighs tight squeezes as I went. God, I wanted to touch her everywhere.
"Tell me something because, fuck, I need to know," I mumbled into her skin.
She looked at me with bright eyes. "What?"
Staring up for a moment, I watched her while letting my tongue wander in a circle around her nipple. Madie made a little whimpering noise as her eyes darted between my gaze and my mouth. Finally, I asked, "Are you as wet as I am hard?"
Her lips curved, and it was nearly as delicious as she tasted. "You tell me."
I smirked right back at her before slipping my fingers past her soaked underwear and into her folds. She was wet—so fucking wet.
And so I told her, my voice low and taut. Barely audible. "You're drenched, Madeline."
Madie's hooded gaze darkened at my words. Even though she already knew. She already knew she was fucking wet, already knew she was literally pulsing. But now we both knew. And we knew what we were gonna do about it.
I didn't hesitate. My fingers thrust inside her, and I wrapped my lips around that rosy nipple again. Madie groaned, her hand flying to grip my shoulder as she rocked against me. "Yes, Bren," she breathed as I stroked deeper. Shit, hearing my name fall from her lips would never get old.
She started slowly grinding against my dick and riding my fingers at the same time, and I was all set to make her come on them until Madie added, "I want all of you." Kissing me softly, she whispered, "Please."
Fuck, this girl. She kept rushing me. But I couldn't really complain; I wanted her just as badly.
And so I withdrew my fingers, and Madie inched closer, making me suck in a tortured breath when she brushed against my erection. Reaching between us, she wrapped her hand around me, and I couldn't help but hiss at the sheer pleasure of it.
But it was nothing—absolutely fucking nothing—in comparison to the moment that Madie nudged her panties aside and sank onto me. It was nothing compared to the feeling when I thrust my hips up, angling off the ground at the same time that Madie slid down even further. Absolutely fucking nothing compared to that.
"Oh, god," she moaned, telling me it was exactly the same for her.
Our hot gazes sought each other as I sat down and let Madie lean back in my arms. She rolled her hips, studying my face as she gave me a lap dance that I'd never forget. I didn't want to look away from her face—not with those parted lips and flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes—but I couldn't keep my eyes from drifting over the rest of her. She was gorgeous. And at this rate, I wasn't going to last long at all. Not with this erotic show and her wet heat wrapped tightly around me.
Trying to find some control, I grabbed her sides, seizing her panties between my fingers and tugging upward just barely. Madie made this throaty noise that I knew meant she was being rubbed in just the right way as she rode me.
But the sounds she was making were threatening to send me overboard, so I wrapped Madie in my arms and flung her back into the pile of blankets, never leaving her as we went tumbling down. After pulling my body over hers, I just stopped. And stared.
Everything in me ached to keep moving, to keep feeding the fire between us. But there was a soft glow licking out from the flames in the grate, and it was highlighting every bit of beauty Madie had.
And fuck, it was blinding.
I had been sucked into the moment, into Bren. Clutching onto him but feeling so free. And so for a split second, I was annoyed as hell that he had bucked me down into the blankets.
But then everything stopped.
Time, space, the sun, the moon, stars.
I never knew what the earth felt like when it moved, when it spun in the universe. Not until now. Now, when it all suddenly stopped.
Bren hovered above me, doused in the firelight. His hair hung down, throwing shadows over his face. His eyes were dark but wide, like passages as they invited me in. And I saw Bren, all of him. All of his love, all of his fears.
Bren's eyes were intense, but his expression softened as he gazed down at me. A hand came up to cup my face, and then it strayed over the skin on my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my arm. Eventually, he found my hand and entwined his fingers with mine.
Not taking his eyes off my face, he lifted our hands over my head. And then he did the same thing on the other side, pinning me to the floor.
"Is this okay?" Bren asked, his breathing uneven.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I trusted him, though. I was bared entirely, completely vulnerable. But being held by Bren, even like this, was the safest I'd ever felt.
The world stayed put, stayed still.
But Bren...he began to move. We began to move.
His thrusts began slow, driving deep and making me gasp. Bren caught that gasp in his mouth, kissing in tempo with how he moved inside me. I tilted my hips just enough to meet him. My breasts pressed into the hard wall of his chest.
He broke his lips away from mine, panting as his hands flexed, gripping mine tighter. He pushed them further into the blankets. "Wrap your legs around me," he demanded. I'd never heard his voice drop so low before.
I listened, moaning as the change in position let him stroke even deeper. Every time Bren ground his hips against mine, the lace of my underwear brushed my clit. And the friction and the thrusts and the look in Bren's eyes—it was all unbearably...hot. Bren found my lips again for a brief but intense kiss. "Fuck, Madie," he breathed against my mouth.
"Bren," I said, sucking in a breath as he hit me just right.
His head dropped next to mine, and lips nuzzled my ear. "God, I love you." His hot breath caressed my ear as he said it, somehow making me shiver. Pulling back, his heavy gaze found mine. "You know I love you, right?"
That shiver ran through me again, my whole body feverish. I peered up at him, admiring the sharp angles of his face. Admiring his arms as they held mine fast above my head. Admiring everything about him.
"Yes." The one-syllable word was barely a breath. But I tried to say the next words louder. Louder, so he could hear—so he knew. "I love you, too, Bren. So much."
Bren's eyes fluttered closed, and he rested his forehead against mine as everything faded away until it was just the two of us. Any control he had been harnessing was gone. And with him thrusting so deep, I couldn't help the sounds that flew from between my lips.
It wasn't long before I was shaking, pleasure rolling through me in hot waves. Bren swore and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as his head fell into the crook of my neck. His hands slid out of mine, releasing them.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers dive into his hair. Soft, thick, his scalp just a little sweaty.
We stayed that way. I wasn't sure if he was simply exhausted or if he liked the way I was stroking his hair, but Bren didn't move. So I kept doing it. And then I drifted my hands to his back, caressing the lean muscles there.
The world didn't start moving again for a long time. It was just Bren and me. The sun, the moon, the stars—they all waited for us. They let us have a million moments. As many moments as there are fiery balls in the sky.
But then we fell asleep, and there was a part of me that was scared of the morning.
I was scared of what would happen when everything started spinning again.
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I tried something new! Two POVs in one chapter.
Thoughts??
love ya'll.
xoxo A
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