Page 91 of Madness Becomes Her
I quickly undress and stand before him nude as his eyes take an appreciative trip up and down my body.
He bites his fist before removing his own clothes, his cock hard as steel as he drops his pants.
He backs me to the bed, pushing me over as I get close.
I laugh as I bounce. “Fin!”
Crawling over me, he grins wickedly. “What?”
My answer is lost as he pries my thighs apart, placing his body between them as my sex throbs at the real implication of what he’s about to do, bearing down on me.
“I missed you, Tiger Lily.” His lips skim up my throat, his fingers probing my pussy before diving inside roughly.
“Ahh!” I cry out, not realizing how much I needed this until I’m pleading for more so quickly. “I missed you, too. I missed you so much.”
“I can feel that,” he teases, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
The added pain surges adrenaline and endorphins through my blood, coating my veins in a latent hum of arousal.
“So wet for me,” he adds, and another wave of wetness pools around his fingers.
Yeah. I’ve created a monster.
Part of me wishes he’d forgo the foreplay and fuck me, the other part of me can’t fathom him stopping the closer he gets me to climax.
“Even during torture, I thought of you. Of the sounds you make when I’m inside you. Of the way you kiss me like I’m your oxygen,” he whispers, pulling his fingers from inside me, only to replace the emptiness with his length in one smooth thrust.
I cry out, arching into his body as I wrap my legs around him.
“Did you make yourself come while I was gone?” he whispers against my ear, his thrusts taking my breath away as my body burns and threatens to snap at any moment.
“I tried. I couldn’t… Fin, don’t stop,” I plead as he slows to look down at me with intrigue dancing in his eyes.
He speeds up at my words, using my head as leverage to give me everything he can. Everything he has.
“I can’t be quiet,” I realize as the underlying current of lust that’s been dormant builds to a beautiful climax in my body, feeling as though it’s going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms.
“Scream for me, Tiger Lily. I’ve dreamt of the sounds you make. They’re the soundtrack for every dream. You take up every space in my brain, in my world.”
His words snap me like a rubber band, and I come violently, my body convulsing in pulses, stars dancing in my vision.
Finlo picks up his pace, dragging out my pleasure as he follows my orgasm with his own. “Oh, hell,” he moans, and a thrill prickles at the base of my spine that it’s my body causing him to come apart at the seams.
I’m thankful he doesn’t stop his movements because I’m not nearly as satisfied as I thought I would be after that.
Pulling out of me, Finlo looks down at me with wild eyes. “On all fours.”
Oh, fuck yeah!
I love the wild, untamed side of the Mad Hatter, especially when I’m on the receiving end.
I flip over, arching my back for optimal depth.
My eyes cross when he sinks back inside, harder than he had moments ago.
His hand skims down my spine, one target in its sight, and I don’t realize what it is until he has me firmly by the nape.
My head tugs back in his hold, my moans only growing louder.
