by Amy Brent
I moved to my knees and lifted it over my head, tossing the expensive item of clothing to the floor. I just wore a thin t-shirt underneath, and she licked her lips as she stared into my eyes. I ripped it off and threw it directly behind me before she reached for me. Her lips were swollen against mine as I pressed her down and spread her legs open. I traced up her thigh as she groaned aloud and arched her back. I moved closer to her pussy, and my hand trembled as I brushed against the soft skin of the inner thigh, feeling the line of her underwear.
I brushed my fingers against her, between her legs. Madeline was burning up, and I felt how wet she was as I pressed against her folds. Madeline whimpered as she rocked against me, her hands tangled in my hair. I paid close attention to her response to me as I moved my hand, circling slowly when she was ready to fall apart. I asked if I could take her pants off as I stared at her, memorized by her face. Madeline nodded, and I reached for the hem as I moved a short distance away from her. Pulling them down to reveal pale, soft skin I chose to leave her underwear on before I moved over her again. Madeline had worked her sweater off by now and her breasts pressed against the scooped circle of the neckline of her shirt. I watched as I stroked the black cotton of her underwear, feeling how soaked they were as she dropped her head back. I stroked her for as long as I could stand it before moving the material aside to look at her. Madeline was a pretty pink with a thin layer of curls, and her clit was swollen and ready for me. I reached forward and stroked it as she cried out, circling it slowly as her juices slipped over her thighs.
She was going to be amazing to fuck when the time came, but for now, I was happy seeing her and touching her. I reached my fingers forward and squeezed her as she lifted her knees into the air. Jesus, her natural response was sexy, and I continued the touches until she was writhing before me losing control. I watched her come, my fingers on her pussy and started to slide one inside of her as she froze. “No?” I whispered as she shook her head and tears filled her eyes.
“Just outside. I have never had anything inside of me,” Madeline whispered miserably as I realized that she was truly scared.
“Did someone hurt you before?” I asked her as she stared at me. “Did someone get rough with you?”
“A little, yes. It was the furthest that I’d ever gone without wanting to.” That made a lot of sense, and I looked at my finger so close to being inside of her before I pulled away. I dropped onto the bed beside her, resisting the urge to lick my fingers and taste her. “I’m sorry, Dec. I know that you’re used to women that will do anything for you, but I can’t yet. This is so fast, and I’m just…”
“It’s fine. I understand, baby. I understand even more now.” I stroked her hair back and looked into her face. “I can wait for you. I am not a frat kid that goes through women, Madeline. I am a man that has not been with a lot of women, to begin with. I will survive this.”
“Are you sure?” She asked as I nodded. “I liked you touching me that way. Will you do it again, just on the outside?”
“With pleasure,” I assured her as I moved my hand back down, working her clit gently. I knew that it would be sensitive and I smiled as she widened her eyes and moaned. This time, I just stroked it back and forth as she slipped her hand over mine and held on tight. “That’s it, Madeline.”
“I touched myself after you left today,” she confessed as my cock hardened painfully. “I made myself come thinking about you, and it felt so good.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed as she smiled shyly. I wanted her to come again, and I moved my hand a little faster as she closed her eyes and sighed. “You’re so fucking sexy, Madeline.” I pictured her in her bed, legs spread wide as she fingered herself. I imagined her fingers working her pretty cunt before she cried out and came while she was thinking about me. Jesus, she was shaking again and shouting my name as she came, making my cock throb painfully. “Fuck.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned as she jerked against me, her own fingers brushing against her folds. I could see the intensity in her mouth and eyes and felt her on my hand.
I pulled away, needing to take care of myself and soon. I was dying here, and I struggled as I pushed myself up. I had to come.
“Where are you going?” She asked in a panic as I stood up and stared down at her.
“I need to take care of something,” I told her in a strangled voice as she stared at me.
“Stay.” Madeline moved to her knees and unbuttoned my pants. She let them drop and pushed my briefs down so that I was right in her face, hard and throbbing. “I want to make you happy too.” She reached out and stroked me gently as I bit my lip. I was close already, and I opened my mouth to tell her as she squeezed a little harder.
“I am going to come and make a mess of that lovely shirt and your face, Madeline. I need a tissue to cover me.” She reached with her free hand beside the bed and covered me with it before she kept stroking. I let out low, guttural grunts as I felt the pressure rising to the surface. I rocked forward as I moaned and reached down to cover her hand with mine. “Fuck, Madeline.” I came, jerking forward as I stained the tissue with the first shot. I covered the tip with my hand to protect her since it had been a while for me. When she was done, and my body was empty, I dropped to my knees and leaned against the bed, breathing deeply.
CHAPTER 10
Madeline
Sex was power. I saw that in the way that Declan was kneeling before me, breathing heavily with his head forward. I’d never seen a man like this before, and I wondered what was so great about me. I regretted that I didn’t want him inside of me quite yet but felt slightly better having confessed the other reason why. I wanted to do everything else that I could with him as we worked up to that since he turned me on more than I ever thought possible. When he fell against the bed with his face resting on his arms, I reached out to stroke his hair. It was so thick and soft.
He finally crawled up and onto the bed, pulling me down with him. “You feel so good.”
“So, do you,” I told him as he held me close and took slow breaths. “You’re not going to ditch me for a girl that puts out, are you?”
“Think of everything that we can do before then. I am not interested in anything more than you.” Declan turned in my arms, and I wrapped my arms around him as I struggled with my shirt.
“Hold on,” I said as I wiggled away and lifted it over my head.
“Want a shirt?” Declan asked as I shook my head.
I unclasped my bra and smiled. “I’m good.”
He stared at me in the light of the moon before pulling me against him. “You are.” Our lips met in a long kiss, and I felt the exhaustion from the day settle in. I dropped completely against the pillows with a happy sigh as his tongue slid slowly against mine, feeling his heat against my body. We fell asleep this way, easily and suddenly.
When I woke up in the morning, my back was to Declan as he held me close to him. This man was so sexy and so much more than I ever thought I deserved, a thought that terrified me. His hand covered my stomach, its warmth radiating over my skin. His breath was against my neck, hot and even as he slept soundly. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom and moved slowly out of his embrace to walk to the bathroom. I grabbed a robe from the hook, tying it around me as I swam in the dark blue cotton. I walked out of the room and down the stairs to get some cold water, looking slowly around the living room as I listened to the sounds of the birds through the window. I took a deep breath and walked over to the high mantel, seeing a few photos placed on the rock shelf. Declan was with a beautiful brunette in them, her eyes twinkling and smile bright. They looked amazing together, and I felt sadness take over my body for a moment as I took in the sight. They loved one another here, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I compared to her. It was childish and more than likely a sign of insecurity, but this was a woman in the pictures. I was just a young girl in some ways, and I didn’t have anything to offer him.
I looked away and took in the beautiful room, lit by
the rising sun as it hit the walls. There was a time when he lived here with a wife and had a whole different life than I ever had. It made me fear him leaving me even more, and tears pricked my eyes as I blinked. I couldn’t let myself get so attached so soon, but who was I kidding? Declan was an amazing man and every woman that saw him knew that.
I heard my name as I gripped my water and looked at the stairs. I grabbed another bottle of water and ran upstairs to bring him something to drink, not letting on to the fact that I was down here obsessing about his former life. Declan was curled up against the pillow and smiled as I handed him the bottle. “I didn’t make coffee. Do you want me to?”
“This is perfect for now. We’ll go down later.” He propped himself on the pillows and opened it to take a long drink before he set it down on the table beside the bed. He reached forward to untie the robe, sliding it down my shoulders as my skin flushed a deep pink. I was practically naked before him, and I moved to cover myself. “You are beautiful. Don’t do that.” Declan reached out to touch my nipple with his fingertip, and I let out a moan. His touch was nothing but gentle, and I dropped to my knees before him, much like he had last night. He looked into my eyes before leaning forward and taking a pert nipple between his lips gently as I cried out. I could come from this alone, and I pulled him closer. “Touch yourself,” he told me as I felt a jolt between my legs. I slipped one hand down over my stomach and between my legs, finding my body eager and wet. I stroked my hard clit, loving the friction as his teeth dragged lazily across my areola. We continued this slow pace until I was coming, my thighs shaking as he cupped me to bring me deeper into his mouth.
“Oh, Declan. God.” I closed my eyes and let it wash over me before I reached out for his cock. Declan grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking the juices off me while I moaned. My other hand finished the journey, wrapping around him as I stroked his thick cock. I felt my resistance weakening on fleeting moments, wanting him to bury himself inside of me but fighting it. It wasn’t time yet, but it was time for him to come, shooting his warmth over my chest as I moaned his name.
We ended up showering together and going downstairs to make breakfast. I was off today, but Declan wasn’t and had to take me home before he went in. I offered to get an Uber, but Declan flatly refused, telling me that it was no trouble. He made some sweet crepes and sausage with a few eggs, and we ate wearing robes and looking outside. I didn’t know what to say to thank him for everything. Declan changed my world and opened me up to so many new things, all of which were swimming through my head. I sipped the sweet coffee and looked at him, handsome and confident as he took a bite of eggs. He was too good for me, and I blushed as I looked down. “What is it?” Declan asked as he observed me with an intense gaze.
“Your presence is overwhelming to me,” I admitted as he smiled lazily. “I feel like I am going to wake up alone at my house.”
“No. I’d like you to stay here as much as you’d like to,” he assured me as I looked at him. I could see the pictures in the living room, and I pressed my lips together.
“Is that the room you shared with her?” I asked softly as he frowned at me.
“No. I turned that into a small gym and took over the second master bedroom.” Declan’s face was bland as he spoke, and I hated myself for asking the question in the first place. “I wouldn’t do that, Madeline. Not to you or to… her.”
“You still love her.” It was an observation, and he searched my face painfully.
“I didn’t divorce her, Madeline. She died. Of course, I still love her, but I know that she’s gone. I like what we’re doing here.” His voice was strained as I watched him speak. “I don’t want you to compare yourself to her, ever.”
“I think my age and lack of experience is showing. I’m sorry,” I said as I stared at him. “I am just feeling so many things, and this is amazing. I feel like I am transforming.”
“You are. It’s natural in life, and I’ll be here every step of the way, Madeline. This is only beginning.” He sounded sincere, and his eyes were bright with emotion. “If you’ll have me.” I could see that he was worried about losing me and I reached across to stroke his face gently.
“I will. I am just going to have these annoying moments of self-doubt where I’m confident that you’d be better with someone else.” I smiled weakly, and he covered my hand with his.
“So will I. You are truly an amazing woman, Madeline.” He smiled back at me, and I felt the lump in my throat. “I want to show you the world and give you everything that you deserve in it. Allow me that honor.”
“Like I could say no to that.” I heard my voice breaking and bowed my head for a moment. “I am acting like an idiot.”
“I feel everything that you do, and it’s fucking overwhelming, but we can do this. One step at a time, each and every day. I don’t know how to date; Madeline and I am going to be rusty at it for a while.” He shook his head with a weak laugh.
“You’re doing incredible so far,” I assured him as I started to laugh, finally losing my mind. He joined in, and we smiled at each other through the noise filling the kitchen. It felt like another release, one that I needed badly.
We ate and then he took me home, glancing around the neighborhood before he pulled into my driveway. I bit my lips as I glanced across the street, seeing the yard empty and looked at him. “Have a great day at work.”
“Thanks for coming over,” Declan told me as he stared at my lips for a moment. “I’ll call you later.”
I nodded and slipped out of the car to the ground, searching for my keys as he waited for me to go inside. I unlocked the door and waved as he pulled away, darting inside before anyone asked any questions.
CHAPTER 11
Declan
I knew that it was moving fast with Madeline. I knew that I was letting it even though I might freeze up at any given time, but I was so damn attracted to her. We met at the gym as often as we could with our weird hours and spent a lot of time at my house for privacy, where we experimented more each time we were together. I bought her toys online, having them delivered to my house and surprising her.
Madeline was shy about it, but she couldn’t help but to give in to me. She was as attracted to me as I was her and likely just as addicted to the orgasms. I loved watching her come for me. If she wasn’t in my bed, we were on the phone listening to each other as we got off.
This was more intense than any relationship that I’d ever been in and it scared me. It was like a fire that was burning down a forest rather than just warming up some people camping, and I was ready to burn alive.
We’d had dinner down the street from the hospital and both driven to my house one night. There was a small group of staff that got off at the same time and we all went together, so nobody seemed to realize that we were together as more than the group. We worked hard to hide it at the hospital, so she would be protected from the nasty rumor mill. I didn’t care of people spoke of me in the halls, but Madeline was a nice girl. She deserved better than that.
We met at my house and had a couple more drinks together on the couch watching a movie. We didn’t drink at the restaurant given that we both had to drive, and nobody was the wiser when we left separately, and I was going to make up for not being able to touch her that entire time.
I kissed her after I finished my drink, feeling well buzzed. I pushed her down on the couch and she wrapped her legs around me as our tongues danced together. She was so sweet, and I moaned as she rubbed against my cock through our scrubs. I reached down to lift her top off and she arched her back, so I could rip it off her as we parted for a moment. I removed her tank top and unhooked her bra before lowering myself to her lips again with a tender kiss. There was something different in the air between us tonight, something more than the alcohol. I kissed her breathless before moving to her jaw and then her neck. Madeline arched her back as I sucked a nipple into my mouth and cried out my name.
I slipped a hand between her legs and stro
ked her slowly over the material, able to feel her heat through the clothes. She was wet, and I bit down as I stroked harder, feeling her jerk under me in pleasure. I moved up and slipped my hand down her pants and into her underwear, finding her soaking for me. Madeline moaned as I sucked her other nipple and teased her clit slowly, building her up to an orgasm before I stripped her and buried my mouth against her pussy. My cock was aching, but Madeline always relieved me in some way or another, so I wasn’t worried. I made her come again for me and she ripped at my hair as she sucked in deep breaths. “Do you have any condoms?” Madeline asked as I stilled before her, staring at her face in the light of the TV.
“Are you ready for that?” I asked her as she smiled nervously.
“I want you with everything I have inside, Dec. I have since the day we kissed but I am so tired of fighting it.” I saw the hunger in her eyes and pushed myself from the couch with a renewed vigor. “I have some in the bedroom. Come with me.” We made our way up the stairs and into my room, her naked and me still dressed in my scrubs as I clung tightly to her hand.
