This Is Crazy

by Natasha Madison

  Her hand roams up my chest to the top of my shirt where it’s unbuttoned, her fingers going inside the top as her fingers rub my collarbone. “I believe I told you that I would show you what I was wearing under my dress,” she says.

  Her hand leaves my chest and goes to the side where she unsnaps the little button on the side, and I see a little bit of her pink bra strap. My whole body is on alert. My heart picks up speed, and my cock strains to come out. I watch her delicate hands reach the other side and unsnap another button, and then it just hangs open. She takes both sides in her hand and slips it off her shoulder, and I am holding my breath. If I died at this moment, my life would be complete is the only thing I can think. She is so much more than exquisite, and I can’t come up with the words. No words can do her justice.

  She is standing there in a pink see-through bra with gold stitching all over the cup, but you see her light pink nipple puckered and pebbled. My hand reaches up, and my thumb rubs the swell of her breast, going from one to the other. “I have no words,” I tell her softly. “I keep trying to come up with words to describe your perfection,” I say to her, my thumb now slowly going down to her left nipple and running over her nipple. Her head falls back, and she softly moans. I grab her, picking her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her arms going around my neck, and she attacks my mouth. My hand goes straight to her ass as I make my way to my room.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Zara

  I can’t get enough of his kisses. I swear his kisses are everything. He walks through the house, and I hear barking. “The dogs,” I say, almost panting.

  “They have the doggy door in the garage,” he says, burying his face in my neck. “They can get in the house,” he says, walking to his room and closing the gate behind him. His scruff against my neck makes me shiver.

  “Evan.” I moan his name. He loses his grip on me, and I slide down him. My hands go to his jacket, slipping it off him, and it falls to the floor at his feet. My hands shake when I reach out for his buttons. I really wish the lights were brighter in his room. The only light on is the bedside table, and it’s on dim.

  “The first time I saw you without your shirt on.” I talk my way through the nerves, one button at a time. “I had to turn around and then go sit down.” I look at him and see his eyes on my fingers watching my every move. I pull the shirt out of his pants and finish unbuttoning it. Touching his chest, I lean in and kiss it softly at the same time I shrug his shirt off.

  “Fuck,” he hisses when my hands go to his belt. His hands grasp my hair, pulling it back so he can kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. My hands work frantically to unbuckle the belt and then get his button open. Our panting and our moans drown out the sound of his zipper. One hand leaves my hair and trails down to my breast. My nipples ache when he rubs them through the net material.

  “Evan.” I whisper his name, and he bends his head, taking a nipple into his mouth through the bra. I have to close my eyes to focus on just this new sensation. My stomach is so tight, my hands shaking, my toes tingly. “Evan,” I say again when he switches sides, and I take a deep breath. My hand slips into his pants, and I have to stop because I don’t think I’ve ever felt something so hard before. My hands work the waistband of his boxers, and when I slip my fingers in, he groans when my fingers graze the head of his cock. A cock that is hard, a cock that is soft, and a cock I really hope he lets me suck. “Evan,” I say his name, and he looks up at me. “We never really discussed foreplay.”

  He smiles at me. “I didn’t think we need to discuss it.” He comes in. “Besides, it’s much more fun doing it.” He kisses my neck and then nips it and sucks in. “Much more fun,” he says, backing me up and the back of my knees hit the bed. “Don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” I say excited. “Much more fun doing it,” I say and then get on my knees, but he stops me and pulls me up. “Evan, you said we can do it.” I swear I sound like a kid who just got told there was no snacks after school.

  “You will get your chance to do it”—he laughs—“but I get first dibs.” He pushes me back, and I fall on the bed sitting up.

  “Oh, this is good also,” I say, looking right in front of me at his cock. “Me first,” I say and grab his hips.

  “Woman, don’t you dare,” he says, shoving my hands away. “You first.” He gets down on his knees, and my legs open for him. “You always first.” He takes his right hand and traces my pussy from the outside.

  “Lie back,” he instructs me, and I lean back on the bed but hold myself up on my elbows. I watch his eyes as he takes in the matching panties with a clear pink net and gold embroiders, the landing patch very visible. He picks up one leg and puts it over his shoulder and then the other, and then ever so fucking slowly, his mouth covers me. The heat and the wetness of the tongue on the mesh makes my head fall back.

  “How bad do you love these panties?” I look at him, confused. “Can I rip them off you, or do I have to move them to the side?” The question shocks me because I’ve never been with someone who wants me so badly that he needs to rip off my panties. “Okay, I’ll push them aside, but from now on, no panties in bed ever,” he says.

  I can hear the words, and I can understand the words, but nothing is clicking into place. The only thing I can focus on are his fingers moving the panties aside and then his groan right before his tongue licks all the way up my slit. “Fuck,” he says.

  I slowly open my eyes, watching him as he eats my pussy like a hungry man. Not only does he eat my pussy, but he loves it. He bites my clit and then sucks it into his mouth, making my thighs squeeze his head.

  “Sweetest pussy in the world,” he says, and then I feel him insert his finger into me. Slowly, so fucking slowly I can feel anything, and now it’s my turn to hiss out.

  “Fuck,” I say and then he pulls it out and puts another one in. He finger fucks me the same time as his tongue twirls around my clit. My hand comes out and goes into his hair, and my hips rise on their own.

  “I want you to come on my tongue, sweet Zara.” He says the word, and his fingers start going faster and faster, and I become wetter and wetter. I feel it happening, the tightness in my stomach as my pussy starts to give out, and then just like he wanted, I come on his tongue

  “I’m …” I moan, not even finishing the sentence, and I just ride the wave. His fingers go faster and faster while I slowly start to come down. His face doesn’t leave my pussy until my legs finally go limp on his shoulders. He places my feet down and gets up. I watch him as he takes off his pants one leg at a time, and then he stands there in front of me, wearing only his black Hugo boss boxers.

  The tip of his cock peeks out while I sit up and bring him closer to me. I peel his boxers over his hips, and his cock springs free. I look at it, and I suddenly wonder if cocks can be beautiful, because his is beautiful. I fist him in my hand, and my fingers don’t touch. I lean down and lick the tip of his cock and look up at him while he moans. I put the tip in my mouth and roll my mouth around it. I take him deeper into my throat, my hand working what my mouth can’t reach. He puts his hands into my hair and slowly starts to fuck my mouth, and I fucking love it. The power to make him lose his mind. I’m making him do this. I take him to the back of my throat and then let him slip out of my mouth and then lick down his shaft. My hand never stopping up and down. “You have a beautiful cock,” I finally tell him, taking the tip into my mouth. “Long.”

  “I’m not sure I’m okay with you calling my cock beautiful,” he jokes while I try to take it all the way down but fail miserably. “Maybe sexy or manly.” He stops talking when I roll the tip of his cock with my tongue.

  “Thick.” I swallow him again, and I take my time doing it. This is getting me hot again, and I’m ready to come again. I want to close my legs and add some friction. I look up at him and see his eyes closed, so I take my free hand and move it down, slipping it into my panties. The minute I touch my clit, I groan, and he opens his eyes.

  “My s
weet Zara,” he says when he sees that I’m playing with myself. “What’s the matter?” he asks and now his hands come out of my hair and move to my breast. He pushes the cups down, pushing my tits higher in the air, and he tweaks my nipple. I have to stop moving for just one minute before I continue.

  “Is it possible you’re the perfect woman?” he asks as he rolls my nipples with his thumbs and forefinger. “Perfect face, perfect mouth, perfect fucking tits, perfect pussy.” My hand moves faster and faster on his cock and in my panties as his cock gets bigger in my mouth.

  “I’m going to come,” he says and tries to take his cock out of my mouth, but I squeeze his cock harder so he doesn’t. “I’m there,” he says. He comes in my mouth, and I swallow every single fucking drop. He pulls out of my mouth, leaving me shocked, but what he does next shocks me more. He goes back down to my pussy.

  “I’m so sorry about this,” he says and rips my panties off me, and his mouth takes my pussy again until I come on his tongue for the second time in one night. He comes over me, his mouth covering mine, then he falls next to me on the bed, and I lie there like a limp noodle.

  “I struck the mother lode,” I say to the ceiling while he lies there looking at the ceiling with his hand on his chest.

  “No,” he says. “I struck the mother lode.” I turn to look at him. “I also owe you a pair of panties.”

  “Are you crazy?” I tell him, getting up and picking up the shredded pink panties. “I’m having these framed.” He gets on his elbow, his cock at half-mast and his abs on point and perfect. I walk to the bed and put my knee on the mattress, and his cock suddenly goes from half-mast to full-on raging. “Are you ready to go again?”

  He looks down at his cock. “I think that would be a yes.” He gets up. “But this time, let’s do it in the shower.” It’s something he doesn’t have to ask me twice.

  By the time we finish in the shower, my fingers are wrinkled, and I’m almost an icicle. I wrapped myself in his huge terry cloth robe, and I’m heading out of the room when I hear him behind me. “Where the fuck are you going?” I turn to see him as he glares at me, a white towel wrapped around his hips, the outline of his cock that I just sucked. AGAIN. My eyes fixate on the sight again, and I’m eager to try different things. “Zara?”

  “Yeah?” I say, blinking my eyes.

  “I said where do you think your going?” he asks me again. This time, he’s right in front of me.

  “I was going to get my pjs,” I tell him, my fingers coming up to trail up his abs. It’s the same trail I did with my tongue not too long ago.

  “No,” he says, untying the sash of the robe. “You sleep naked.”

  I laugh. “But what if there is a fire?’ I ask him as he peels the robe from shoulders.

  “We will leave the robe by the bed.” He takes the robe and tosses it to the end of the bed. Moving back up to the bed, he lifts the cover and then kisses my neck. “Get in, beautiful.”

  I slip into his bed, and it’s like sinking into a cloud. I watch him walk around the bed, slip off his towel, and get into bed with me. He scoots to the middle of the bed and pulls me to him. “Good night, sweet Zara,” he says, and I settle in his arms and fall fast asleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  Evan

  I hold her hand on my lap, her fingers entwined in mine. Picking it up, I bring it to my mouth and kiss it, looking over at her and seeing her smile at me. I’m driving her to the airport, and I fucking hate it. I wanted her to stay longer, but she couldn’t. The past four days have been the happiest I think I’ve ever had. We woke up Sunday reaching for each other. Fuck, I want her all the time, and we haven’t even had sex yet. I don’t want her to think I asked her here for that.

  We got up, fed the dogs, and sat lounging on the couch. She was in heaven when they delivered it that afternoon. A round couch that you could lie on, and it comes with a half sun umbrella. I found her sitting on it with the dogs right next to her on Monday when I came home from the rink.

  We made dinner side by side, watched television together, fell asleep together, and now it’s all coming to an end. “What time do you land?”

  “At three thirty. Zoe is coming to get me,” she says, and I swear I want to turn the car around. “What time do you have to be at the rink?”

  “As soon as I drop you off,” I tell her and take the exit to the airport. “Our game is tonight, and thank fuck we are home the whole week.”

  “I have a crazy week.” I look over at her and take another mental picture of her. I’ve taken a million mental pictures of her. She is wearing regular light blue torn jeans with a white shirt that I know is going to be covered with her black leather jacket. Her feet in her Converse making her sporty and classy. “I have to make portfolios for five clients.”

  “Are you working from home, or do you need to go into work?” I ask her.

  “No, I’m working from home the whole week,” she says. “I do have to go in on Saturday to fit the girls for their gowns for the retirement gala that they are throwing.” I turn into the parking garage, and she huffs next to me. “You don’t have to walk me in.”

  I pull into a parking space and then unclip my seat belt and lean over and kiss her. “I listen to half of what you tell me to do.” Then I go to her ear. “Unless it’s the words make me come again.”

  She pushes me away, and I see that her cheeks are now flushed. “Shut up. You said the same thing to me right before we left.” I laugh now, thinking about how she took my cock into her mouth right before we left the house. “One for the road,” she said with a glitter in her eye. I get out of the car and walk to her side to open the door. When she gets out, I hug her, and her arms go around my waist. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “Me either,” she says into my neck. We stand there like that for as long as we can until her phone beeps with a notification. She grabs it from her pocket. “My flight is on time.”

  I nod at her and walk to the back of the car to grab her bag while she gets her purse and jacket out of the back seat. We walk into the airport holding hands, our fingertips loosely holding each other. I wait for her to check in her bag, and I walk with her until I can’t go anymore. She turns to look at me, and I tuck her long, wavy hair behind her ears.

  “My sweet, beautiful Zara.” She holds on to my wrist as I cup her face in my hand and bring her close to kiss her. Softly, gently on her lips, but not the way I want to. “Call me when you pass security,” I tell her, and she just smiles.

  “I have flown before, you know,” she jokes. “I will call you once I get to the gate.”

  “Fine,” I huff and kiss her neck. “Be good, sweet Zara,” I tell her, and she turns to walk away from me. Going into the TSA pre-check line, she walks right up to the agent who takes her ticket and her ID from her. He scans it, and just like that, she is gone away from me. I walk back out with my head down, my lips still tingling from her kiss, and my hand still warm from her fingers.

  When I get back home, the dogs are barking and jump up on me, and I see Lilo look behind me for her new favorite friends. “She’s gone, girl,” I tell her, and I swear she pouts. She puts her head down and then walks away to the kitchen. She calls me when she is boarding the flight and tells me she’ll call me later.

  I force myself to nap before the game, and when I get up at three, I see that she texted me twenty minutes ago that she landed. I get up and get my suit on and make my way to the rink. I walk in the room, and I see Denis is already there and so is Corey. “Hey,” I say, tossing my keys on my shelf with my phone and my wallet.

  “You’re here earlier than normal,” Corey says, drinking a protein shake in his workout clothes.

  “Yeah, I figured I’d eat here,” I tell them, and then a couple of the rookies come in.

  “Did you take your girl to the airport?” Corey asks, and I just nod my head.

  “Is that really Matthew Grant’s sister?” Thomas, one of the rookies, asks and sits down at his place. Corey tries to h
ide his smile.

  “Yeah,” I say, shrugging off my jacket.

  “Dude, no offense, but fuck is she hot.” He goes on, and I glare at him. “Her legs? Fuck, they go on forever.”

  “Hey, Thomas,” I say, and he looks at me while he takes off his tie. “How many teeth are your own in your mouth?”

  “What?” he asks confused. “They are all mine.”

  “Then unless you want me to knock them all the fuck out, I suggest you change the topic,” I tell him. Corey falls over with laughter while Denis just sits there laughing silently.

  “I didn’t mean anything by it.” He holds up his hands. “I was just saying.”

  “I get what you were saying, and now you get what I’m saying.” I glare at him, and he just nods and then walks out of the room.

  “Jesus, I thought he was going to piss himself,” Corey says. “You need to go easy on him. He didn’t mean anything.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what he meant,” I say, changing into my workout clothes and making my way to the kitchen. My phone rings the second I sit down. I look and see it’s Zara

  “Hey,” I say, the smile on my face huge.

  “Hey,” she says breathlessly. “I just got home. Traffic was horrible.”

  “I’m at the rink,” I tell her. “Lilo is pouting and misses you.”

  “Aww, my girl,” she says, and I can see her smiling in my head. “Is Lilo the only one that misses me?”

  “I slept on your pillow when I took a nap,” I say, looking around to make sure I’m by myself.

  “I took your T-shirt home,” she says quietly. “The one you wore yesterday.” I laugh now. “What time is the game tonight?”

  “You don’t have to watch the game, Zara,” I tell her, knowing she hates hockey. I put on the game yesterday that New York was playing, and she fell asleep in thirty seconds flat.