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With my hands supporting me against the counter, I stand up again, my body brushing against Madison’s. “I hope that was entertaining for you,” I say, my voice kept low and somewhat gravely because I want her to be affected by my words.
And she is. It’s in the weakening of her posture and the way she watches me walk past her.
Despite being soaked, an accessory to murder and limping, because I think I twisted my ankle in the fall, I’m feeling pretty good about today. My plan might work after all.
Told you my dedicated side would pay off.
Were you actually doubting me?
Nine
She’s using your dick
When I enterour bedroom after taking a quick shower, Madison is reading the same book she was reading last night. I want to take it and rip it from her hands when I notice the title.The Best of Meby Nicholas Sparks.
I hate romance novels. They give women unrealistic expectations of romance and relationships that men can’t live up to. I bet that’s why she’s doing this. She thinks I need to be more romantic.
You know what really pisses me off about them? I bet if I was readingPlayboyor watching porn she’d be pissed, yet here she’s drooling over men and detailed sex scenes, and I can’t say anything?
Drawing in a deep breath, I push the bedroom door closed behind me and lock it.
Lying down on the bed, I take the book from her hands, toss it aside and straddle her legs. She’s in her nightgown again, the one where the spaghetti straps fall off her slender shoulders.
“My legs are sore from my run. Can you get off them?”
I do as she says only I push her thighs apart so she’s spread-eagle before me. And then I smile. “Better?”
“No.” And then her eyes move down my chest… and lower. Did I mention I just took a shower and didn’t bother to put on clothes?
It’s all part of my plan. Seduce my wife, make love to her and make her realize how much she still loves me.
Her breathing picks up, and her eyes find mine again when I lean forward. Surprisingly her fingers raise and trace my lips. My mouth presses against hers, my tongue begging for entrance. When I attempt to lay on top of her, Madison has other ideas, and she pushes me on the tops of my shoulders until I’m on my back.
I’m thinking, fuck yeah, I’m about to get some, but then she gets up and goes to leave the room.
What the fuck?
I’m not having it and grab her hand before she can get away. “I don’t think so. You’re not running away from me.” And then I have her back on the bed and underneath me.
I don’t know why but I grind my semi-erect dick into her.
“Anddeepdown”—I push forward once more emphasizing the word deep by whispering it against the shell of her ear—“I don’t think you want away from me.”
Her body relaxes, her hands moving from beside her to my shoulders. “Ridley, not tonight.”
“I’m not saying we have to fuck. I just want to talk.” Complete lie on my part. I want more than anything to fuck her, but if she’s going to talk and give me some answers, then I’ll take that over having sex. We can fuck after we talk.
I’m not sure if she’s wanting to avoid talking to me but something in her changes, or it’s the fact that I’m hard now, like rock-hard and sliding my dick against her wet center. She wants me. It’s obvious judging by the heat between her legs and the way her body’s trembling beneath mine.
Her head relaxes against the pillow, her neck arching as my chest presses into her firm breasts. My mouth makes its way to her skin, sucking and biting as I move along her curves, my hips beginning a rocking motion against her.
That’s exactly what she wants because she moans in my ear, the gentlest sigh leaving her parted lips and I know I’ve won this round. I also have to work quickly in case she changes her mind.
Madison doesn’t say a word when I enter her. She’s certainly not pushing me away by any means. The feel of her around me is almost painfully intense, but better than anything. I could probably lie here for hours and not even move, just enjoy the heat and the tightness.
Madison has other ideas and is suddenly frustrated by my hesitation. Arching her back against me, she forces us together deeply.
Jesus Christ… it’s my turn to gasp at the flood of sensations.