Page 17 of Defending Madison

“Unless you want me to grovel.”

I put up my hand. “That’s the past. Let’s move on.” I focus on his striking green eyes. “As friends.”

He nods as we walk out the door of the room with our clothes.

Two hours later, we get back into the room. It’s midnight and amazingly enough, I’m not tired. We spent the entire timetalking about our lives and our thoughts. He’s the type of man I would want if I wanted to have a relationship.

He walks from the bathroom into the living room of the suite. “Are you going to bed?”

Pink rises up my neck as my nipples pebble in my bra. I want him. Heaven help me, no other man has surpassed him in the bedroom, and I need a release. I can have sex without my heart involved. I know I’m lying to myself, but my feet propel me to him. His pupils look like saucers as lust slams on his face. He wants me too. My hands travel to his chest as he wraps his arms around me and draws me closer.

“Thank fuck.” His mouth covers mine, and my body remembers the taste and smell of this hot man. My gasp gives him access to explore my mouth with his tongue and my panties dampen. His left hand drops to my ass as he slams me into his body. I’m surprised his massively hard cock isn’t busting his sweatpants. My hand dips down, and I rub the outside of his pants, caressing his length. Dixon moans into my mouth.

I break the kiss and grab his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He grips my elbow, turning me abruptly as his hands divest me of my clothes before yanking off his own. “You’re sure?” He mutters.

I am. Bobbing my head, I’m overwhelmed with need. I want him to fuck me and make me come like he did four years ago. Lost in the moment, I drop to my knees and slide his erection into my mouth, caressing the head with my tongue. I focus my attention on the piercing, remembering how good it felt inside my pussy. He sucks in a breath and puts his hand on the dresser next to the bed. Power. I feel powerful. Making him come in my mouth is more than my next breath. Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, I massage his balls with my other hand. His moaning spurs me on.

“Madison?”

I vaguely hear him speaking my name, but I can’t stop myself.

“Madison? Please, sweetheart.”

Does he want me to get him off as much as my body needs the relief? His body dips as his hands find their destinations, circling my body, he brings me up. “I love that and you can do more later, but I have to be inside you.” He lays me on the bed, running his hands up my thighs. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”

My hands caress his face as I draw it to mine and stare, fascinated at his intense focus. I’m his prey. The watchful eyes of the wild cats you see on the Discovery Channel pale in comparison to how Dixon stares into my very soul. Obsession is the word I’m looking for before he takes my mouth in a passionate kiss, swallowing my moans. He breaks the kiss to mumble. “Do we need a condom?”

“We should.”

He bolts off the bed and dives his hand into a side pocket of his bag, withdrawing a silver foil packet. Coming back to the bed, he rips the foil of the condom and rolls it down his thick, engorged cock. I’m engrossed in his movements as he slides it down. He centers himself between my thighs, caressing my legs as he finds my warmth. The slow penetration that gets deeper with each stroke feels better than I remembered, and the intensity on his face makes me feel powerful knowing he’s barely holding himself from plunging deep. “You feel so good.”

I smile. My orgasm is just at the edge of my reach as he moves in and out like a piston. Pleasure builds in my core, warming my body as he lengthens his movements. His cock stretches me the deeper he goes reminding me of his size. I sigh, eliciting a smile on his gorgeous face. “Oh, Dixon.”

“I need you to come, Madison.”

I can’t answer because my climax hits me like a tsunami, overtaking my senses and drawing me into oblivion. “Oh. Yes.”Sensations bombard my body, mind, and soul. I want to feel this over and over again, catapulting over the edge of supreme satisfaction, I settle back down on the bed rippling around his length.

“That was the best.”

I smile, thrusting my sex onto his slick steel in a race to make him come before I come a second time.

My mind and heart battle with me in the middle. It’s just sex, but my heart remembers the love I felt for this man. My moaning spurs him on as he increases speed. He wants to make me come again, and I need an orgasm. The piercing moves along the wall of my pussy and my second climax is within reach. He moans, shoving and pulling nearly out, again and again. His eyes close as his body stiffens. The look of release announces with his groan and my body comes on cue. I’m catapulting over the precipice of bliss as he cries aloud. His cock pulses in the condom and my pussy misses the drenching it had received years before.

He kisses my lips. “That was awesome.”

Giggling, I press my hand to his chest as he bounds off the bed into the bathroom. He returns without the condom and with a warm wet washcloth to clean me. Damn this man. He’s going to wedge himself back into my heart.

Chapter 6

DIXON

“Dixon?”

“Huh?” She’s sitting on the plush chair, curled up in a blanket, looking like a princess burrito. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She rolls her eyes as I groan. “I just went through the movie options.” She glares with a little smile. “I’m not listing them again,”

“Just pick what you want. I’m just happy to be sharing this space with you.”

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