He released her dress and it dropped, pooling around her feet. She took a step forward. Her luscious ass entered his view, and he couldn’t keep his hands off it. He cupped her bottom in both palms and squeezed. He then leaned forward to brush his lips against the smooth skin just above the elastic of her panties.
When she took another step, he murmured a protest and slid his hands forward over her hips to keep her close. He wanted to devour her ass whole. Those silky, purple panties were in his way. He caught the top of her undergarment in his thumbs and eased the scrap of lavender satin down. He left her panties at the top of her thighs while he kissed and suckled and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. He avoided pleasing her ass**le, knowing withholding what she most desired would make her want him. He loved that it took so little to make her beg.
“Adam,” she said breathlessly. “Have you ever gone to one of those sex clubs Owen was talking about?”
What? How could she be thinking about what Owen had said in the limo at a time like this? He paused, wondering what he should do next to excite her. Making out with her ass obviously wasn’t doing what he’d intended. “Do you want me to lie?”
“No, don’t lie. No need to spare my feelings. I know you sleep around. I just wondered if going to them is fun.”
He could tell that she still didn’t trust him. How could he prove that he wasn’t interested in anyone but her? “I’m not going to sleep around anymore, Madison.”
“I know. I didn’t mean now. I meant before. Have you been to a lot of sex clubs? How do you even find one? They’re not in the phone book, are they?”
Adam’s heart kicked in his chest. He’d been to plenty of sex clubs, and they weren’t the kind of places his sweet Madison should explore on her own. “You aren't thinking of going to one, are you?”
She shrugged. “I’m just curious. What do you do there?”
“Depends.” He pressed a hand against her back and urged her to bend forward. He drew his tongue through her juicy lips, glad to know she was turned on, even though she insisted on talking. He wondered how she’d respond to being gagged.
“What’s your favorite thing to do at them?” she asked.
She obviously wasn’t going to let this rest. “Perform.”
“Perform?” She went utterly still. “What do you mean?”
He sat back on his heels and sighed. “If I explain it, it’s going to make me want to go to one. Are you prepared to come with me?”
“I always come with you,” she teased. “Usually more than once.”
Grinning, he landed a playful swat on her butt. “I’ll tell you,” he said, “but only after you tell me your dirtiest fantasy.” If they were going to talk during sex, it had to be dirty talk. When his c**k was hard, his brain didn’t function well enough for more sophisticated conversation.
“Never mind,” she said, her face suddenly beet red. Her head swiveled to face away from him.
He grinned. Now he had the challenge of wringing a dirty fantasy from her reluctant lips. He did enjoy a challenge. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he reached up and rubbed her back opening with two fingers. “I’ll bet it involves this insatiable hole.”
Her ass tightened, and she groaned. “Yes.”
“What am I doing to it, Madison? Am I licking it? You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but that’s not my fantasy.”
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll make it a reality.”
“I’ll tell you, but don’t be mad,” she pleaded.
“Why would I be mad? I love to give you pleasure.”
“I . . . ” She swallowed and covered both eyes with her hands. “I fantasize about having two cocks f**king me at once.”
Two cocks? But he didn’t have two cocks. How was he supposed to . . .
He stared at her ass in astonishment, trying to come to terms with the fact that his woman wanted to be f**ked by two men. After a moment, she lowered her hands and peered over her shoulder at him.
“Um, let me explain,” she said in a tremulous voice. “When you're f**king my ass, I want you in my pu**y. And when you're in my pu**y, I want you pounding my ass.”
He didn’t blink or meet her eyes. His woman wanted to be f**ked by two men. To be double penetrated.
She pressed on. “So I thought maybe if I had both holes filled at once . . . ” She shuddered and creamed instantly, so turned on by thoughts of someone else f**king her that cum flowed from her sex and wet the insides of her thighs.
He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t enough.
“Forget I said that,” she said.
He took a deep gasping breath. “Are you serious?” he sputtered, still struggling to wrap his head around the idea. And there was no way in hell he’d ever let another man touch her, even if that fantasy did make her pu**y swell and seep cum as if he’d been sucking on her clit for an hour.
“Forget I said that,” she repeated.
“I’m glad you told me, but sweetheart, if another man touched you, I'd have to break his face. And his nuts. Both arms. All of his fingers. His f**king neck.”
Her brow twisted with confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“I want to make your fantasies a reality, baby. But I'm not sure I can handle giving you that one. Let me think about it. Maybe Owen would . . . ”
“Owen? Wait.” Her eyes widened and her hands flew up to cover her gaping mouth. “You didn’t think I wanted two real cocks at once, did you?”
Isn’t that what she had said?
“Oh God, no. Adam, I can’t even think about being with another man.”
Adam almost dissolved into a puddle of relief on the floor.
“I wondered if you’d . . . ” She covered her mouth with one hand so that he barely heard her request. “ . . . wear a strap-on for me.”
Fuck, he’d wear three strap-ons if it turned her on.
She shook her head as if horrified by her own words. “Forget I said that,” she said. “Maybe a butt plug will be enough.”
He laughed—not at her, but in relief—and stood from his kneeling position. He drew her body against his length. “You've become so much more open since we first met. I doubt you even knew what a butt plug was and now you're talking about using them. And a strap-on? Where did that come from, Madi?”
“I saw one in the catalog when I ordered my eight-inch dildo.” Her face reddened to a deeper shade. “Oh God. I can’t believe I told you that.”