Page 50 of The Love We Make

I reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She tried closing her legs back, letting the shyness creep in, but I wasn’t going to let her. I used my strength to force her legs apart.

I knelt down at the end of the bed and moved my hands slowly from her knees to the apex of her thighs. I slightly brushed her clit with my thumbs, still using my hands to keep her open to me.

Just like I saw when her panties were on, she was soaked. And so responsive as her knees began to shake. I wasted no time leaning in and running my tongue through the middle of her folds. The resulting cry from her mouth sent me on another power trip.

“Oh my God, Ethan,” she breathed.

“Watch me, Maddy. Watch me taste you.”

Her eyes connected with mine, still wide in shock. I found myself wanting to shock her all night. So I kept her eye contact as I leaned in again and slid my tongue back through her.

With her legs bent and open, my head between her thighs, and the city lit up behind me, I was sure that her view of what was happening was perfection.

“I’m about to do what Joey Fucking Diaz couldn’t. You’re about to come so hard you forget that Joey even existed. That he was ever here.”

Her chest was heaving so hard I thought she may pass out. But not once did she tell me to stop as I had my fill of her. I was never quite getting her to the point of orgasm, just a tease. But as a few minutes passed, I got impatient and started pushing her further. She was no longer able to keep her eyes open or head up, so she laid back down.

“How’s it feel?” I asked vaguely.

“Good, so good,” she said, shaking her head back and forth on the bed.

“I meant, how’s it feel having your best friend know what you taste like?”

Her eyes popped back open and she looked at me, “I thought you weren’t my best friend in here?”

I just shrugged. Those were my words, but I would always be her best friend, no matter where we were. The lines were so blurry that I decided they didn’t exist.

Plus, there was something salacious about what we were doing. Acknowledging our friendship only made it feel more taboo. Which, in turn, made me uncontrollable.

I got back to work on her, this time harder, faster. My goal was to make her come and blow her fucking mind. I wanted her to feel as uncontrollable as I was.

“Oh God, Oh….” She was getting squirmy and moving so much I was worried she’d literally make me miss. So I held tight and sent her over the edge.

Madison was vocal and loud. Like that feeling had been on the edge for her entire life and was now blowing her fucking mind.

When she finally came down from the high, her head quickly shot back up to face me. She looked pissed, mad. Not with the blissed-out look I anticipated.

She was looking at me like I had intentionally walked a batter with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth.

Huh?

Chapter 18

Madison

“What?” Ethan asked, defensively.

“How did you do that?” I asked. Maybe that was a dumb question, but I doubted he would make me come. Especially with his mouth.

Hell, I didn’t even know he planned on using his mouth. I asked him to take my virginity and he was taking a lot more than that.

He snorted and shook his head, “Want me to do it again?”

“No,” I answered dumbly. “Yes…. No.… Yes,” he shut me up by kissing me again. He leaned over me and pushed me further back onto the bed—where I was before he dragged me down.

When his lips connected with mine, I tasted the evidence of my orgasm—proof. I was too innocent to have ever experienced this, tasted this. For some reason, it seemed to turn me on even more.

Ethan held the back of my neck with one hand and started loosening his shorts with his other. “I want to go slow, Maddy. I don’t want to hurt you. But you’re fucking ready. So fucking wet and ready.”