I slide my hand underneath the fabric at her chest and tug, ripping it straight from her body. The sound of tearing fabric echoes around the room, mixed with a shocked gasp from Maddison.
“Briggs!” she cries, “that cost a small freaking fortune.”
“I asked you if I could take it off, baby.” I smirk, my eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her heavy, full tits. “I’ll buy you the whole goddamn store if you promise to wear it every single night for me.”
She rolls her eyes, but I see the hint of a smile on her lips. I take the rest of the fabric off of her body, and slowly drag my fingers down the soft skin of her stomach, lightly across her mound to the top of her thick, delicious thighs. Her fingers shake as she tries to help me remove the strap from the garter.
Shaking my head, I mutter hoarsely, “Let me.”
She nods and lies back on her elbows, watching me work. One by one, I unsnap the garter, watching as the strap falls away, one step closer to having her completely bare, spread out in front of me.
As much as I wanted to sink myself inside of Maddison, I planned to spend a significant amount of time between her thighs, devouring her. I dreamed about the way she tasted, the sounds she made as she came against my tongue, the feel of her hands as they tightened in my hair, just as she bowed off the bed, unable to fend off her orgasm any longer.
The weekend I spent with Maddison wasn’t enough, and now that I have her back, I will never fucking let her go. I will spend the rest of my days doing whatever I can to be deserving of her. To worship her. To devote every minute to her and Olive’s happiness.
I finally free the last snap of the garter and drag them down her legs with her stockings, until she’s in absolutely nothing. Laid out in front of me like a fucking goddess. I pick up her tiny foot in my hand and press a kiss along the arch, then another on the back of her sculpted calf, and then the delicate patch of skin behind her knee, hot, wet kisses that cause her to shiver under my touch.
“Please.”
One simple word, a plea to end the ache between her thighs. Little does she know; I’m only getting started.
Twenty Five
The lips on this man should be a sin. Actually, there are so many things about Briggs Wilson that should be completely damning. The way he looks at me, like he could swallow me whole with just one bite, like the big bad wolf, or the way that his lips seem to know each and every spot on my body that makes me come alive.
A live wire of electricity runs through my body, a current that’s so strong I can feel it all the way to the tips of my toes. A tingle that’s so powerful, I could probably come with a single touch. His tongue travels up my inner thigh, where he sucks the skin into his mouth, definitely leaving a mark.
The same ones that decorated my body the last time we spent the night together.
I remember looking at them as they painted my body, and wishing I hadn’t walked away, even though I knew it was the right thing to do at the time. Now, I remember vividly the way it felt to have him mark me.
Claim me.
The way that his tongue felt that night. I never forgot the way that he made me feel, and I spent more nights than I should have desperately wishing I could be with him for another night, but then Olive was my main concern and what I wished and hoped for wasn’t really important any longer.
I’m stark naked on the bed, completely laid out on display for him while he kneels between my legs at the edge of the bed with his head buried between my thighs. I can feel the way his eyes roam over me, leaving a trail of fire behind.
“I dreamed about this pussy,” he whispers against the flesh of my thigh, “so fucking pretty and pink, always ripe and wet for me.”
If it’s possible to combust from foreplay alone, then I’m well on my way to an early grave, and it’s one I’ll gladly take right now if it means getting relief for the throbbing between my thighs.
With each press of his lips against my thighs, my clit throbs. In sync with my racing heart.
“God, I want to fucking look at you for hours.”
Using his fingers, he spreads me open wide, and I watch as his eyes glaze over with desire.
Even though I was nervous and self-conscious about wearing the lingerie for him, the second that I came into view, he did everything right, everything to make me feel confident. Sexy. Desired.
I’m trying to wait patiently, fisting the sheets of my bed as he trails his lips up my thighs, closer and closer to the spot I want his lips most.
Need his lips. Desperately, more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“Do you want me to put my mouth on you, Maddison?” he asks, his grey blue eyes meeting mine from between my legs. His voice is low, gravelly, and I feel it in the depths of my bones. I feel it in the throb between my legs. On their own accord, my thighs squeeze together slightly to try and stifle the ache.
“I want you to be a good girl for me and put your hands on the bed. Don’t let go until I say, okay?”
“Okay.”
He rewards my patience by swiping his tongue delicately along the seam of my pussy, before using fingers to spread me open once more, and then he takes another slow, languid lick that makes my back arch off the bed.
His lips close around my clit, and he sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I cry, letting go of the sheets and lacing my fingers through his hair.
“Hands on the bed, Maddison,” he commands. God, is it possible for this man to be even sexier? To turn me on even more with just a few words.
It’s not the words that make me even hotter, it’s the commanding, authoritative tone that he takes.
He stands from between my legs, and leans down, hovering over my body with each of his hands on the side of my head, so close I can feel his breath fan out over my lips.
“I want you to trust me, baby, can you do that?” he asks, “not just with your heart, but with your body.”
His words thaw whatever apprehension that remained inside me. Since Olive was born, he has shown me, over and over, that he’s a good man. And now? I have to show him that I trust him., unequivocally.
In every way.
I nod slowly.
He smirks before grabbing my hands and lifting me up, then quickly flipping me over on my stomach. His hands slide to my waist, and he pulls my ass up, spreading my legs slightly, so the upper half of my body is pushed down into the mattress, but my ass is high in the air. Fisting the loose tie at his neck, he quickly makes work of untying it, sliding it from around his neck.
“I need you to be a good girl, Maddison, or I’m going to have to use this to keep you still.” He runs the satin tie across my ass, delicately. The soft, cloud-like material causes me to shiver.
"Okay?”
I nod, turning my cheek against the mattress to catch his eyes. Never in my life have I been more turned on. I can feel how wet I am, and if I wasn’t absolutely insane with lust, I would almost be embarrassed at the way I feel the wetness dripping over my clit as I lie open and exposed for him.
Briggs walks up behind me and grabs a handful of my ass. Each cheek fitting perfectly in his large palms as he spreads me open farther, and groans when he does.
“You’re perfect, and you’re fucking mine, Maddison,” he whispers, then licks from my clit to the sensitive, tight bud that’s never been touched by anyone, before I can even respond.