Page 23 of War

War pulls back before I can do anything to stop him. “Dinner?” he asks in his gruff voice, our brows colliding.

“I can cook. I make a great pasta. Do you like pasta?” I ask, excited.

“Love it. Let’s make sure we have all the ingredients you need, or we are going to have to make a grocery run.”

After I start dinner, I decide that Ava and Vi are right. I need to make a firm statement to let War know that I am ready for him. I pop into the bedroom and head straight for the closet, pulling out the few dresses I have. I rarely go out anywhere, so I have a limited variety to choose from apart from my stage clothes and those are over the top. I save those for the concerts.

A year ago, I had decided to spend a little more energy on how I looked. I had become so consumed with hiding that I realized I did it with my clothes too. I created a barrier with over-sized clothing in very basic colours that allowed me to blend into the background. I felt so dirty after the kidnapping that I stayed in sweats. I had to take my life back; this started with the simple act of choosing a dress that I would be willing to wear. It seemed like a small thing to do but for me it was a huge battle I won when I was able to choose the dress I was now holding so lovingly in my hands. Yes, it was pretty. But it meant much more, I took a piece of myself back that day.

I put it on and look at the reflection in the mirror; I see me. The Maddie I am now and the Maddie with plans to become even more great. The dress is a strapless form-fitted piece that falls to just above my knees in a sky blue. It’s a simple cut that fits like a glove and enhances my silhouette. I have curves and this dress certainly shows them. I decide to put on makeup, just enough to accent my cheeks and eyes with soft colours and highlight my lips in a blush pink.

I hear the timer and jet back into the kitchen to wrap up the final touches on our meal. I look at the dinner table, feeling a little nervous. I forge ahead!

"War, dinner is ready,” I call out to him. He’s in his office working through paperwork, which he hates. I’d help him, but truth be told, I’d suck at it too.

War saunters to the table and stops abruptly. His eyes peruse the tablecloth, candles, and napkins. Then his gaze heads in my direction and he sizes me up from head to toe. Taking in my killer 4-inch heels, his eyes move thoroughly back up again to my face, hair, and at last his eyes meet mine. I stare back, and it is safe to say he does it better and sexier. There is a heat in his eyes; heat I saw before, when we were in bed this morning. I think he is ready to pounce. War takes a few steps toward me and walks around my chair, motioning for me to sit. He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers in that raw, gravelly voice, "I know what I am having for dessert."

My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are soft, and I think I want dessert too.

Dinner with War is easy. Our conversations flow and he talks about the studio plans he was reviewing and wants me to take a look at them tomorrow to make sure that nothing I want or need is missing. He asks about my brother and family. I tell him more about my parents and our semi-relationship. We chat about our likes and dislikes. I learned that he hates eggplant and I vow to make him change his mind. I love eggplant. I want him to try my eggplant parmesan. I swear he will love it after that. He teases me about the suitcases I packed, claiming there were more books than clothes. He’s almost right. It is light and fun.

We are both done dinner and I innocently asked if he would like to try my dessert. I immediately remembered what he’d whispered to me before dinner and feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I stammer out, " I made a homemade key lime pie."

His laugh fills the air, his head falls back, and his eyes light up with sheer happiness. I can’t help but laugh too. "Come here, Kitten,” he calls and extends a hand my way.

I rise from my chair on shaky legs, take his hand to find my way on his lap, my knees between his legs, my arm around his shoulders and I am still smiling from his laughter.

"I think we should save dessert for later, Baby," he mumbles. His fingers slid up my back and up into my hair and he lowers my mouth to meet his.

That smoldering gaze returns. His tongue traces my lips and then becomes bolder as he gently nips and tastes them. Slow, sensuous, long, and torturously feverish. The electricity is piercing every part of my body. I mold my arms around his nape and press closer to his chest. The hand on my knee trails upward, sliding upward to my outer thigh. Up, up until it slides under the hem of my dress caressing me softly. War's fingers are rough, the hands of a mechanic, yet his touch is soft, and the roughness feels erotic against my skin. His hand moves across my leg to my inner thighs, gently widening my legs. I willingly part my thighs and wait in anticipation for his touch. He lifts his mouth from mine, "Baby, look at me,” he commands. "See me,” he directs. I open my eyes and feel his lips touch mine and his fingers slide under my black lace thong, inching towards my centre.

A moan escapes and I whisper a breathless, "Yes," against his lips, not wanting to lose contact with them.

His finger begins to slide through my folds, around and around my clit until I’m desperate for more of his touch. I move my body further into his hand, pressing down to alleviate my intense need for relief. A simple movement and his finger slides inside me, feeling the sticky wetness before it slides back out to swirl over my clit again and again.

The pressure draws me nearer and nearer to what I know will be a fevered orgasm. I squirm greedily in his lap. I feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. "Please, War, please,” I say in a desperate whisper. His finger fucks me in a steady rhythm. I want him so badly, I reach down and grasp his cock over his jeans letting him know that I’m ready for more.

With the same rhythm as his hand I press against his cock. "Honey, please I need more. I want you. I want this,” I say, my body trembling with desire and my voice is so sultry that I barely recognize it.

War stands, taking me with him, stalking with steely determination to our bedroom. He sets me on my feet taking care that I am firmly planted. Without pause he drops his mouth to mine, kissing me deeper and longer with excruciating intensity. Then with quiet calmness he commands, "Turn around, Kitten."

I turn to face the bed and fingers at the zipper of my dress slowly slide down. His lips touch each inch of exposed skin. So slow, painfully slow. I wait for each touch of his lips. At last, the zipper ends just above my rounded ass and I feel his lips linger there and then trace the same path upward all over again with his lips, keeping my hips steady. For this I am grateful because I’m on shaky legs. My heart beats harder and faster. I want to touch him, but he holds me firm in his hands. The dress is lowered to my waist and delicate flutter kisses braze over my shoulders and into the nape of my neck. My dress drops to the floor leaving me in my scant lace thong. War's hands roam over my ass cheeks and smooth over my skin delicately like he is taking in every inch of my body. His hand wraps around my waist and glides up to cup my breasts with his lips still working at the hot spot between my neck and shoulder. His hands squeeze my breasts lightly as his teeth nip at the pleasure spot at my shoulder. I gasp and shiver at his touch. I lean back against his hard muscled and toned body.

My hands cover his at my breasts and suddenly I am aware that I am almost naked, and he is still fully dressed. I press back and rub my ass against his cock.

"On the bed, Maddie,” his voice is filled with lust and need. I walk two steps forward to the bed and crawled my way onto it, giving War a full view of my ass jiggling as I move. I look over my shoulder to see War toss his t-shirt across the room before he kicks off his boots then walks with narrow focus to the bed. I admire his perfect physique. He is a statue of perfection, the scars on his skin make him even more sexy.

"Undo my belt, Maddie,” he commands. His hands firmly grip my hair as I kneel at the edge of the bed. My hands move to his belt and release catch, followed by the button and zipper. I want to keep going but War lays me back against the pillows as he tugs his jeans and boxers off.

He is magnificent. My warrior. His knees now sit between my splayed legs, the lightest touch of his fingertips explore my ankles, legs, then slowly ascend higher and higher. My breath hitches and I become more fevered and impatient. I am rewarded for my supreme patience when his body looms over mine, our bodies grazing one another, and his lips find mine. Deep and wet. A kiss penetrating with hunger filling your body's every need and yet leaves you desperate for the next taste and touch. The more we kiss the more my body craves his. My hands move to explore his body curving around to his back pulling him closer to remove the space between us, wanting to fuse our bodies together.

He takes my hands in his and places them by either side of my head, fingers lace together as he laves my breasts with wet kisses and licks at my nipples. His tongue licks and flicks my nipples until they are hard and achy, then takes them fully into his mouth, suckling on one then the other. I feel the wetness pool between my legs. More. I need more and lift my hips communicating without words the sheer need to connect our bodies together.

“Shh, Baby, let’s savour this. Nice and slow, Kitten. I want you with everything that I am, but I am going to take my time with you. With us.” War groans as he lifts his head from my breast; wet kisses blaze a trail lower and lower, heating my body that is already prepared to combust. He stops at my core.

My wide-spread legs are being held apart by his shoulders. I am open and vulnerable, but also thrilled and excited for more of him. Teasing me, his lips slide lower and lower until he is right there and his tongue flicks at my nub. My fingers clench intertwined in his as his mouth closes fully over my nub, sucking and licking until all sense escapes me and I am begging for release.

I can hardly recognize my own moans and pants growing louder and more frenzied. I cry out in frustration, straining for that ultimate release. At that moment, War latches onto my clit and suckles so intently it elicits a cataclysmic orgasm.

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