Page 49 of The Love We Make

The fuck if I know.

I just knew I needed to know. I wanted to know who else had been where on her gorgeous body. So I could erase whatever memory or feelings she had from that time.

“Tell me,” I demanded instead of answering her.

“Nothing,” she breathed. “Joey is as far as I have ever gotten.”

“Did he make you come, Maddy? Did you come on Joey’s tongue?”

She shook her head no and took a shuddering breath, “No man has ever made me come, Ethan.”

“Fuuuuck.”

I kissed her again. Hard. I was damn jubilant that I was getting so many of her firsts.

I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, carrying her to the bedroom. The bed was huge, plush, and overlooked the city.

The perfect place to make her come.

I threw her on the bed and stood at the foot, staring down at her. I was probably giving her whiplash with my mood swings. I had never been with a woman I loved, cared for, and worried so much over.

I always made sure every woman I was with got off well, but I gave zero fucks with how, why, and when. I was aggressive and gave as good as I took. Rough, quick, and a little dirty.

So my instincts were all over the place.

For Madison, I wanted to be soft, slow, and thorough. Yet I wanted to talk dirty and lick her cum off my fingers. It was a mindfuck for sure.

I needed a minute to get a hold of myself so I told her, “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” She trembled at my words but they weren’t for her, they were for me.

She hesitated. I am sure she was battling the same war I was--the head trip of getting naked in front of someone you considered a brother growing up.

But I knew she wouldn’t back down from me taking her virginity. At this point, she was all in. She was so turned on and I was clearly rock hard. The lines had been crossed and now we just had to get over our insecurities and shyness of being together.

Being the powerhouse woman that Madison was, she didn’t waiver long. She popped the button on her jean shorts and brought them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her panties and the shirt she wore to the game.

My jersey.

Her blonde-brown hair was splayed out on the bed, her legs bent and opened, and she was wearing my name on her back.

Fuck me.

She started to unbutton the jersey but I stopped her. “Keep that on,” I said in a raspy voice, giving away the effect it was having on me. Her cheeks blushed and she laid her arms back down on the bed.

This was a grown man’s fucking wet dream.

I pulled my shirt over my head so it wasn’t something I would have to deal with later. But Madison made a noise that let me know she appreciated the effort.

Even though Madison had seen me with no shirt before, just like everything else we did, this was different. She knew it was for her. I swelled with pride knowing I could affect her like that, with just no shirt.

“Spread your legs wider, Maddy.”

Her eyes widened a little but she followed my command and opened her legs.

Her panties were darker in the middle showing me how wet she was. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to dive in and taste her—my best fucking friend. I couldn’t wait to find out how she tasted, how she reacted, how she sounded.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed. The suddenness of my movements caused her to gasp.

I’m just getting started, Maddy.