“Do you want me?” I asked. I needed to be sure. I needed her to be sure. There was to be no miscommunication in this.
Instead of answering, she pressed her lips to mine again, but I needed more than that.
Holding her face a few inches away, I asked again, more urgently this time. “Do you want me, Madalyn? Do you want me to take you to my bed? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck me?”
Her eyes startled open at my blunt language. She searched my face then ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Yes, I want it all.”
She cried out when I pushed up from the chair, taking her with me. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as I stood. Her fingers sank into my hair as I walked us down the hall.
In my bedroom, I locked the door and turned on the light. I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch each inch of her skin as it was exposed. I wanted to see if she glowed with that inward light everywhere.
She clung to me as I lowered us both to the mattress, and she took my weight as our mouths met again. With teeth and tongue, she kissed me back, nearly as ravenous as me. I shifted until my thigh came up between her legs, giving her rocking hips something to move against.
She did, her body nearly exploding with movement as she ground into me, her hands tugging at my hair. She gasped, her eyes flying open when my hand moved up the shirt and I found her breast.