Page 62 of Yesterday's Tomorrows

I allowed my eyes to take their fill of her pert breasts, not big, but more than a handful was a waste anyway, and I already knew they filled my hands perfectly. Her stomach was amazingly flat and toned above the lacy line of her underwear, and her hips flared slightly to give her an enticing feminine form.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I managed to say. She closed the space between us with one step.

“With you, I almost believe it,” she whispered, looking deep into my eyes. “I want you, Holt. Please, make love to me?”

My knees almost buckled at her words, at all she was offering. This wasn’t some experienced stranger passing through town offering a blowjob back in her hotel room. In her quiet way, Maddy was demonstrating her trust in me, and in doing so, I felt my heart break completely free from the chains of the past.

I pulled her to me, and if I thought holding her earlier felt good, it was nothing compared to skin on skin. “By the time I’m through with you, you won’t have a single doubt as to how beautiful I think you are or how much I want you.” Our lips crashed together, and there was nothing sweet about the way tongues swept together and teeth nipped.

I reached beneath the curves of her ass and lifted her, loving how her legs wrapped around me so that our sexes aligned.

Swinging us around, I managed to speak. “Not here. My room.”

She smiled in agreement, and I carried her across the hall and laid her reverently on my bed.

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Maddy

As soon as Holt said ‘my room,’ I knew it was his way of making this different for him, too. It was his way of adding another layer of the intimacy he’d avoided the past five years. And if I hadn’t fallen for him before, I knew I was in love with Holten Andrews.

He laid me down on his bed and stretched out over me, holding his weight off me with arms perched on either side of my shoulders. His muscles bulged with the effort as I ran my hands up his arms and down his chest. He sucked in his breath as my nails brushed over his nipples. Intrigued, I scraped them again, grinning at him when he reacted again.

“You think that’s funny, hmm?” he practically growled. “Let’s see how you react when the tables are turned.”

Relaxing more of his weight on me, one of his fingers traced an imaginary line from my shoulder to my cleavage. I sucked in my breath, instinctively arching my back and shifting to get his hand to move sideways. He grinned and his fingers fanned out, just grazing my own nipple, causing me to suck in my breath and bite my lip. I relaxed slightly when his entire hand palmed my breast only to gasp as he rubbed the hard bead that had formed between his fingers. His head bent and found my other breast with his mouth. He used his tongue to circle the bud until he sucked it into his mouth while stretching and pinching its mate.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned, squirming, trying to hold him closer while simultaneously trying to escape the glorious torture, unsure how much I could handle. Holt merely shifted his body to hold me in place while he switched breasts. I felt the heat of my arousal grow wet between my legs. My hips rocked beneath his, feeling his hard length against my leg, and he let go of my breast with one last kiss.

“I love how responsive you are,” he rasped. His hand skimmed down my stomach, stopping at the top of my panties. “I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

I didn’t think I needed to answer him, since my hips spoke for me when they shifted off the bed, eager for more of his touch. I thanked the heavens when he took the hint. His hand moved further until he finally cupped my sex through the silky material, his thumb rubbing small circles that had me squirming in seconds. He let that thumb slip under the seam of my panties and repeated the movements directly on my hot skin. I lost all sense of thought.

“Holt,” I gasped. “Please…” I clutched his shoulders.

“Please what, Maddy? Do you want me to make you come again?” His hot breath spoke against my thigh. Ah, hell, when did he move down there? He wouldn’t actually…

Yes, he would. Even through the material, I felt his mouth kiss me between my legs while his fingers hooked on the sides and pulled it down past my hips. He sat up and watched me while he finished pulling my panties all the way off, leaving me bare for his perusal.

“Perfection,” he whispered, falling forward again, only, this time, there was no barrier as his face landed between my legs. One strong arm landed across my hips to hold me down after I nearly bucked him off when his tongue licked my sex once, then his fingers held me open for his mouth to latch on the hypersensitive inner folds, licking and sucking until I cried his name, something huge building inside. I felt him gently insert a finger into me. His arm across my waist slid up until his hand could squeeze my breast while his finger slid in and out of me before he joined it with a second.

I was suspended on an invisible line between the fear of the unknown and a craving for something I was only starting to understand. My body felt like it was hanging on some fragile precipice that could give way at any moment. And then it did.

“Let go, baby.”

At his whispered command I cascaded downward on a flood of pleasure so intense I should have been frightened. Except I wasn’t because I knew Holt would be there to catch me. And sure enough, when the tide slowed I found myself held tight in his arms. He slid up and pulled me tight against his body while our legs tangled and he continued to press soft kisses all over my face and hair while whispering how beautiful I was.

As awareness returned, it was impossible not to feel his hardness pressing on my upper thighs. I was surprised at how he’d held himself back to make sure I found my pleasure first. Then again, I shouldn’t have been; everything I’d learned and was still learning about Holt was how he constantly put other’s needs before his own.

I trailed my hand to his briefs and slid it under the waistband, first palming his tight butt cheek then coming forward to wrap my fingers around his penis. The second I touched it, he lurched in my hand, moaning loudly. Fascinated by his reaction, I slid my hand up his length to the tip, which was slick with moisture. I smoothed it over the entire head, marveling at how he grew even bigger in my hand as I moved my hand up and down, squeezing gently as I did.

Holt’s hand suddenly shot out and stilled mine. “I’m too close.”

I realized what he meant. I pulled my knee up and rested it on his thigh and guided his hard cock between my legs.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded.

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