Page 53 of Unwanted Vows

I pull off my shirt, then help her out of her blouse. We snuggle chest to chest, sharing our warmth. It is oddly welcome in the chill of the air conditioner. So strange to be cold in an area famed for hot weather.

“It’s always cool in this building,” Maddy murmurs, shivering against me. “It’s the adobe construction, and the thick walls.”

I can’t think of anything to say to that. At least not anything that won’t sound cheesy. Instead, I pull the duvet off the bed, and wrap it around her. She pulls it on around me, and we are in our own world.

Here there are no grandfathers, no crazy fathers, no mistrustful sons, there is just us. Just me and my lady of flowers, beautiful, brave Madeline.

We kiss again, slow, sensual and gentle. I feel my desire for her rise. I try to keep it gentle, but it seems that my passion is matched by hers. We shuck each other out of slacks and underwear, taking no heed of where the clothing lands.

Maddy untangles herself, spreads the duvet back over the bed, then turns down the sheets. She slides between them, moving over and holding the covers open for me.

I join her, marveling at the contrast between the cool linen sheets and her warm soft skin. We kiss again. I run my hands down her sides, and she shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin.

“Cold?” I ask.

“No,” she answers, but does not elaborate. Instead she pushes on my shoulder, rolling me over on my back. “I think we were right about here,” she says, smoothing a hand up my manhood.

She has my attention. I hold my breath as she gently pulls herself on top of me. I feel the moisture and the heat of her as she leans against my thigh, on the way to higher ground.

For a moment my cock is trapped between us. She is breathing deeply as if she’s been running a race. Then she lifts herself up on her knees, leaning forward, giving me room, and we slide together as if we’ve been doing it for the last ten years instead of only dreaming and wishing.

I reach between us with one hand and catch a hold of each breast, squeezing them firmly, tweaking her nipples until they rise into excited peaks. She’s squirming on my cock, but I don’t reward her by moving within her, despite what my inaction is costing me. I’m only going to allow her so much control over me.

The covers fall back as she sits up. I offer her my hands. She laces her fingers with mine.

I look up at her, sitting astride me as I start moving within her ever so slowly. She starts to hurry us along, but I shake my head and catch a hold of her hips, slowing her down.

“Andrew,” she says, my name a plea. “Please.”

Her pleading is like music to my ears, and I loosen my grip on her body, allowing her to start to set the pace of our movement. We move together, me thrusting from below, her riding me. We have no need of the covers now, we are our own furnace.

Her head is thrown back as she rides me, her breasts jouncing with the force of each thrust. I suddenly can’t stand for her to be so far away from me, and I pull her closer to me, before rolling over.

“I dreamed of this every night for months,” I whisper to her.

She moans a little at this. “I had my own dreams,” she says back before gasping a little.

I slip out of her, hearing the frustrated sound that she makes, but ignoring it. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she cries out sharply, her hips bucking in response to the jolt of pleasure I’ve caused. My tongue slips between her folds, delving in and out of her. She tastes so good that it’s all I can do not to come by myself while my tongue is sheathed inside her heat and my hand is pressing her down onto the mattress.

“Please, Andrew,” she says huskily. “I want you inside me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I wipe my mouth quickly on my wrist, then swarm over her, sliding home in one sharp, quick movement. I kiss her with bruising force, unable to get close enough to her, our tongues tangling as we remember the cadence of fucking one another.

“You dreamed of me?” I say to her, my harsh breathing making my voice sound rough.

“Yes,” she replies. “It was my first time, and I thought it might be the only time.”

“There hasn’t been anyone else?” I ask, slowing in my tempo and gently teasing her.

She squirms, making a little sound of angst. “Who else would fuck me like this?” she says.

I reach out and claim her wrists, holding them down with a firm grip as I batter into her. She arches against my hold, writhing with pleasure, her movements welcoming me to sink even deeper within her, to lose myself in the pleasure that she’s giving me.

“Deeper!” she gasps, wriggling closer to me if that’s even possible.

I try to wait for her, try to hold back, but the feel of her, the sounds that she’s making, foil my wish to make us both last longer. I erupt, like a volcano, just as she cries out, her head tilting back as she shudders and shakes beneath me.

I feel limp and boneless as I pant and quiver above her. I roll onto my side before I collapse, taking her with me. Maddy slumps against my chest, warm, solid and real. I hold her, cherishing her. I may never retrieve all my memories from before the accident, but this gives me hope that we can make new ones together.

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