Page 22 of It's Never Not Been You

“Look at me,” he practically roared.

Snapping my eyes opened, I looked up into his multi-colored eyes, and it was like falling under a wave that was too powerful to fight. I loved this man, and twelve months away hadn’t done me any favors. I felt weak, stupid, ashamed, but I also felt needy, wanted, and like I was home again.

“There’s never been anyone else, Madison,” he said, curling his fingers just like I needed him to. “There will never be anyone else. There’s only you. All my life and for the rest of my life, there’s only you.”

“Raddix…” I choked out as I came all over his fingers.

My entire body was drowning under a pleasure that I had denied myself for over a year, so I was barely aware of Raddix lifting me, carrying me to the kitchen. When he laid me down on top of the table, my body welcomed it. It was still trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, and there was no way that I’d be able to stand up on my shaky legs.

Like a trip back in time, as soon as I felt Raddix’s tongue slide through my wet folds, my hands slid into his dark hair, keeping him there until he got his fill. Any kind of pretense was gone. All that mattered was Raddix’s face between my thighs, my legs still trembling a bit. Eating me out had always been one of his favorite things to do, and when he did it, he did it all. His lips, nipped, bit, drank, and it was like he was making out with my pussy, his tongue occasionally licking at my ass.

“Oh, God…” I mewled, his tongue reminding me of all the reasons why we’d always worked so well together. “Raddix…”

His fingers tightened around my thighs, holding me still, refusing to let me stop him before he was ready. My body twitched with the memories of how messy his face got whenever he did this to me. Raddix liked his sex filthy, and he didn’t care how filthy. I’d lost count of how many showers he had denied me over the years. There were a million times that we’d fallen asleep, sweaty, soaked, and leaking from a night of sex.

As soon as I came again, Raddix was standing up, and I left my legs wide open for him. There were no thoughts of objecting when I heard the vague sounds of his zipper hitting my ears, and even though I was going to regret my weakness in the morning, right now, I needed him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as my body arched with discomfort. Even with two orgasms leaking out of me, Raddix was thick and long, and a year had gone by without this. “Fuck, baby…fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Oh, Christ…Raddix…”

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted. “I’m not going to last.”

“Don’t stop…” I begged. “God, Raddix…don’t stop…”

“Take that cock, Madison,” he ordered. “Take it like a good girl.”

I spread my legs wider. “More…”

Raddix’s hips started moving faster, the table making a ton of noise beneath us. “You need it harder, baby? You need it deeper?”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes…”

“Beg for it, Madison,” he demanded. “Beg for my cock, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Raddix, please…”

I should feel mortified that I was begging for him when I’d been telling him that it was over. I should be feeling ashamed that I was letting him take me on the kitchen table, not even making the effort to make it to the bedroom. I should be feeling embarrassed to be acting like a whore for him. Raddix wasn’t romancing me or making love to me. He was taking what he wanted, feeling threatened that it might slip away from him again.

Still, I wanted more.

I didn’t care about my pride right now.

The only thing I felt was Raddix stretching me wide, forcing every inch of his cock inside me. Hell, the kitchen table could collapse underneath us, and I still wouldn’t tell him to stop. Raddix was pounding into me with everything that he had, and my body was taking it because it had missed him so goddamn much. My legs were spread wide for him, and I knew that they were going to stay like that for him all night long. Raddix was going to make up for the past twelve months, and I was going to let him.

“Fuck, Madison,” Raddix groaned. “I need you with me, baby. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Like no time had gone by, doing one of Raddix’s favorite things, I reached between my legs to play with my clit, and Raddix’s hips just pushed into me more frantically. When one of his hands pushed down on my abdomen, I started seeing white spots dance behind my eyes.

“Raddix…” I cried out, incapable of moving my fingers anymore, another orgasm wracking my body to oblivion. “Oh, God…Raddix…”

“Madison,” he rushed out right before his hips seized, his hot cum flooding my pussy, fifteen years of these kind of memories flooding my brain. “Madison…fuck…”

I laid on the table, my lungs struggling to breathe, my entire body useless with everything that it was feeling. If I had to stand up right now, I’d fall flat on my face. I couldn’t even summon up the energy to care when I felt Raddix’s head fall to rest on my chest. Our harsh breaths were the only sounds in the entire house, and I knew that his heartbeat was probably drumming painfully in his ears like mine was.

Raddix also made no effort to pull out of me, another thing that I was used to. For whatever reason, the man liked to stay lodged inside of me for as long as possible after sex. Hell, I could remember a thousand times when we’d fallen asleep with him still buried inside my body. It was like he wasn’t finished with me, even though his body clearly was.

“Fuck, Madison,” Raddix whispered against my chest. “Christ…”

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