Madison Awakening

“My house. I want to take you home,” He says in a whisper returning his lips to mine, then abruptly stops and pulls me forward as he opens the door.

We both stumble out, startling Michael while he is reading the paper on the porch. He quickly stands, buttons his jacket and gives us a curious look.

“Mr. Cain, are you ready to leave?”

“Yes, Michael. We are going to my house.” Jonathan says in one rushed breath. 

Michael nods and begins heading towards the Escalade. I muffle a laugh under my palm, causing Jonathan to grab me firmly as we walk toward that car behind Michael. Jonathan kisses the top of my head sweetly and holds my hand as I slide into the back seat. He moves in behind me, hits the partition button and immediately pulls me closer to him.  

Once Michael pulls out on the main road, my anticipation heightens. I am going to the Hamptons god’s house to have crazy sex. I have no thoughts outside of this moment. I want him and I get to finally have him.

I reach up and kiss him again. Our lips are still swollen from the farmhouse, but the sting only adds to the passion between us. He grabs my bottom lip with his teeth as he slides his hand up my thigh creating a trail of sensation. I am so overwhelmed I can barely hear the rain steadily tapping on the window. Consumed by his touch, my blood is singing throughout my body.

“I can’t wait to taste you Madison,” He says with waning control, licking my neck skillfully.

I say nothing because my mind is flooded by all the stimulation. I can only feel my body responding to him. The pulsing of my muscles deep in my treasure, the swelling of my breasts as he massages them greedily. I reach for his zipper and slip my hand inside to grab hold of my prize and slowly stroke him. He hisses through his teeth from my bold act. 

“I need you in my bed,” He coos as I continue manipulating his shaft and he grabs my ass possessively kneading it. Moving to the inside of my thigh, past my thong as he slides a finger inside me causing a loud moan to escape.  

“You are so wet. Hmmm…I like that,” He whispers into my neck and slides another finger inside.

I bite my bottom lip to muffle another moan and he slides them in and out caressing my lips and spreading my desire. I squirm in response to his touch and keep stroking him with a firmer grip. I am consumed by his skill as my treasure grips his fingers as they push deeper within me.

All of a sudden the car stops and Jonathan groans in frustration. He removes his fingers from me and places them in his mouth with a devilish smile. I regretfully release him and marvel at his thick, rigid column. Jonathan looks at me and places himself back in his pants slowly as if to continue a show.

“Let’s go. It’s time I get to see you too…” He says under hooded eyelids that look almost black from desire.  

I pull my dress down and try to fix my hair but Jonathan already has the door open and is pulling me behind him. It is pouring and I prepare to make a run for it. Already dripping, Jonathan looks back at me, hand outstretched.

 “You ready?” He asks.

I nod in response and jump out of the car running hand in hand into the house of glass.

I’m out of breath once we reach the doorway into the sprawling contemporary house. The façade looks like a modern day castle perfect for its king. I’m trying not to feel anxious but the anticipation of having him all to myself the way I fantasized is scary and exciting. Jonathan finally puts the key in the lock opening the door and pulls me in behind him in one movement. Once in the foyer, we quickly take off our shoes and then I’m stopped in my tracks.

The entire space is wrapped in floor to ceiling glass windows that are at least fifteen feet, perfectly framing the picturesque view of the Long Island Sound. The grand foyer that opens into the living room and is a reflection of modern sleek design with gray slate floors and white furnishings. I can see clearly all the way through to the gourmet kitchen with all its Carrera marble. This is the most beautiful home I’ve ever seen and I know the person that owns it. 

I’m going to have sex with the person that owns this.

“Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself running from the car?” He asks with concern, still holding my hand.

“Yes. I’m fine. But I’m soaked!” I say to conceal my feelings of inadequacy. I must look like a drowned rat. 

“I think we can do something about that,” He says then, tugs my hand drawing me closer and kisses me passionately. I am lost once again and feel like I’m floating until I realize I am, as he scoops me into his arms and takes me down the hallway. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepen our kiss as my heart beats out of my chest.