Night with Sole Regret

TEMPT ME XIX

She nodded eagerly.

“But not tonight. Tonight I get to be gentle with you.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stand it, Adam.”

“Why not?”

She took a deep breath. “Because . . . Because when you’re tender with me, I get so overwhelmed with emotion that I’m likely to burst into tears.”

His heart twisted unpleasantly. He wasn’t sure how he’d react if she cried during s*x. “Happy tears?”

“Yes, happy tears.”

“Then that’s okay. I’ll kiss them away. I love you.” Those three words were becoming easier to say, but he meant them a little more with each passing moment.

Madison turned around to face him, kneeling between his thighs. She cradled his face in her hands and touched her nose to his, her eyes drifting closed. “Is this real?” she asked. “I’ve dreamed of you saying you love me so many times, I’m worried that I’m dreaming.”

Normally if a woman had said something like that, he’d be reaching for his clothes and bolting for the door, but this was Madison. She wouldn’t hurt him. It was okay to love her. Okay to tell her.

“If you’re dreaming, then I’m dreaming too,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone I love them.”

Her eyes opened, and her pupils adjusted as she focused on him. “No one? Not even family?”

“No one,” he said.

She looped her wet arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. “Then I think you need to say it some more. Just so you get used to it. Think of it as therapy.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

Her fingers burrowed into his hair. “Again,” she whispered.

“I love you.” It felt good to let her know. He could say these things when they were alone together. He wouldn’t want others to recognize his weakness, but if only she knew, that was okay.

“Again.”

“I love you. Your turn.”

She stared intently into his eyes and said, “I love you.” She didn’t look away for several moments and then out of nowhere said, “I wonder what it feels like to have a pierced c**k rubbing inside you.”

“Woman,” he said, “you had better stop thinking about having s*x with my band. First Kellen and now Owen?”

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of having s*x with anyone but you.”

Though his d**k was hidden beneath the churning water, there was no doubt where she was directing her pointed look. His balls tried to crawl up into his pelvic cavity. “Absolutely not, Madison.”

She stuck out her lower lip and blinked her beguiling blue eyes at him.

“That look will get you diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my c**k pierced.”

She laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to imagine what it feels like. And I bet it makes giving blow jobs a challenge.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “You’ll have to ask one of Owen playthings. I’ve never blown him.”

She grinned crookedly. “Have you ever done anything sexy with another guy?” she asked, rubbing her breasts against his chest. For f**k’s sake, was she getting turned on by thinking of him with another man?

“No, I’m not into guys.”

“Would you like to see me do something sexy with another girl?”

Whoa. What in the hell had he awoken in this once sheltered woman? And why was he so glad to have corrupted her innocence? “Such as . . . ”

“Kissing?” She had the same expression on her face that she wore when she questioned him in a counseling session—all serious and attentive.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss a girl.”

“Playing with each other’s breasts?” She cupped her perky t**s and rubbed her thumbs over her n*****s. “Licking them?” Her tongue traced her upper lip, not in an intentionally seductive way, but as if she was imagining the best way to use it on another woman.

Welcome back, raging hard-on. Where have you been for the past five minutes?

“That would be sexy,” he said, his breath already hitching with excitement.

She glanced up and caught his titty-roaming gaze. “Would you rather watch another woman eat me out or me eat her out?”

Both scenarios played in his mind, and he found that an easy question to answer. “You eat her, so I can f**k you from behind while I watch.”

Her hand slid from her breast and into the water. He couldn’t see what she was doing clearly, but he was pretty sure she was exploring the folds of her s*x.

“Does a woman’s c*m taste like a man’s?” she asked.

How the hell would he know? He’d never tasted his own, and he sure as hell had never tasted another dude’s.

“I don’t think so.”

“I want to taste it. A woman’s cum.” Her hand lifted out of the water, and she slipped two wet fingers into her mouth.

Adam’s gut clenched, and his balls threatened to explode.

“I can’t taste it,” she said, pouting. “I know my p***y is wet enough. I guess the water washed the c*m off my fingers.”

A flood sloshed across the bathroom floor. Adam hadn’t meant to tackle her backward into the tub. His intention had been to be gentle for the rest of the night, not to find the hot, slick sheath between her thighs and drive his throbbing c**k into it over and over and over again. But damn it, if she kept tempting him, what the hell did she expect? She knew what it did to him when she acted all sweet and innocent, dirty and naughty at the same time.

She clung to him as he plunged into her, moaning encouragement as she moved with him. When his urgency receded enough for him gather a thought, he paused and frowned down at her.

Her eyes blinked open. “Is something wrong?”

“You did that on purpose,” he accused.

“Did what?”

For once, he wasn’t buying her look of innocence.

“Acted sexy so I’d jump you again. You knew I wanted to be gentle with you.”

She grinned crookedly. “Was it sexy when I tasted my c*m?”

“f**k, woman, you know it was.”

“Are you expecting me to apologize for tempting you?”

“You are manipulating me.”

“And I so like the outcome,” she said, her grin widening. “Don't stop.”

He didn't plan to stop, just calm his motions a bit. He moved his hips slowly, churning inside her. Her eyelids fluttered. He repeated the motion—deeper, wider—holding her tightly for leverage in the give of the water. Each time he withdrew, one water jet massaged his foot and another jet stirred a stream of water against his balls, encouraging him to move faster. He fought the urge, watching Madison's face as she relaxed and let him carry a languid rhythm.

“That feels so good,” she whispered, staring up into his eyes. “Oh, Adam.”

He kissed her soft lips, continuing his pattern of slow, deep, gyrating thrusts. Giving her time to focus on sensation. To feel how perfectly their bodies came together. To recognize his love for her, which must be apparent on his face and in every motion of his body. The enormity of his feelings swelled in his chest. He was starting to understand what she meant about the need to always rush, so there wasn't time for this profound connection to overwhelm the physical pleasure. She felt so perfect against him, around him. Looked so wet and sexy—her face flushed, breasts exposed, hair floating like a cloud of dark silk in the water. Her head tilted back a little more with each churning thrust. Her mouth opened a bit wider each time he withdrew.

“Adam, I think . . . I think . . . I'm gonna come soon. Oh God, the slow build feels so good. Don’t stop. Almost.”

She continued to encourage him with gasping words as he took her higher and higher. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as her o****m eluded her. At last, she caught it. “Oh!”

When she squeezed her eyes shut in ecstasy, he said, “Don’t look away.”

Body straining and lungs gasping for air, she forced her eyes open.

“I love you, Madison,” he whispered. “Do you feel it?” He felt it—as if his buoyant soul was going to float out of his chest and into the heavens.

“Y-yes.” When the first tear slipped from the corner of her eye, his thought he’d somehow hurt her. By the second drop, he realized those were the happy tears she’d been worried about spilling. Just as he promised, he kissed them away. When her o****m subsided, she lifted her head from the tub—a torrent of water pouring from her long hair—and pressed kisses to his throat and shoulders. “You were right,” she said. “It’s just as good, maybe better, when it isn’t quick and rough.”

“You’re not telling me anything new. I know what makes s*x great,” he boasted. “You.” He couldn’t imagine how hard the guys would rip on him if they heard him say that. But here with her, he could be as repulsively sappy as he wanted to be. Here with her, appearances didn’t matter.

“You’re right about that too,” she said, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. “The partner makes all the difference.”

Why in the hell had he waited so long to admit he had feelings for her? He’d wasted months that he could have been loving her and being openly loved in return. He kissed her with all the passion he could muster and then pulled out of her body before collapsing against the back of the tub again.

Madison struggled to orient her body in a kneeling position between his legs.