Madison Awakening

As I walk back into the kitchen, Jonathan is putting the finishing touches to the salad. The sandwiches are already on the plates and they look heavenly. The aroma wafts in the air just as I get to the island and sit on the stool placing the napkin in my lap. My gaze meets Jonathan’s as I reach for the glass of water he placed next to my wine.

“Everything okay?” He asks with genuine concern.

“Everything is fine. That was Ashely. She just wanted to tell me she was going out.”

“That’s all? You were gone for a bit.”

“She was just checking in. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“What did she think? I locked you away?” He says playfully as he places salad on my plate. “Bon appetit.”

I immediately grab the first half of the sandwich and take a big bite. It’s the perfect after sex snack. I pull at the string of cheese hanging and pop it in my mouth.

“You did it again.” Jonathan says while chopping on a bite himself.

“Did what?” I say with another mouth full of the decadent sandwich.

“You made the sound when you took the bite.” 

“Well take it as a compliment. This really is delicious. Thank you.” 

“You are most welcome. I told you it was worth the wait.” He says with a shy smile.

We continued eating as I talked about the Lavender Ball and the planning. I was surprised by all the questions he asked me. He really seemed interested, which was a happy surprise. He talked about his next trip to Miami for the grand opening of his newest club.

“When do you leave?” I asked

“In a few weeks if everything remains on schedule.” He says after finishing the last crumb on his plate. I’m still working on my salad as he pours me another glass of wine.

“Just a little bit.  I need to get going soon,”

“You’re going home?” Jonathan asks with an edge to his tone. 

“Um. Yes, of course I’m going home,” I say, confused by his shift in tone.

“I just figured you’d stay since it was so late. Let me get your dress then.” He says with a cool undertone. 

He turns and walks to the opposite side of the kitchen through another door, which I assume is the laundry room. I push away my plate because I’ve lost the rest of my appetite. Jonathan walks back in with my dress and places it on the stool next to me. He then clears the plates from the island wordlessly. I sit and watch him and note the tension in his broad shoulders. 

Is he mad?

I tread lightly as I try to figure out what is happening. “Thank you for drying my dress. What are you doing tomorrow for the Fourth of July?” 

Jonathan crosses his arms as he turns to face me. “I’ll be in meetings most of the day. Then I have a birthday party I don’t want to go to.”

“Why don’t you want to go?”

“Because I loathe the guy it is for but he is married to my best friend so I have to be there,” The tension has now moved to his jaw and his responses are curt. Not sure if this is related to me or not.

“I could see that being annoying,” I say quietly.  

“Yeah. James has been my friend for twenty years so I can’t blow it off.” He says with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. I want to ask more questions but decide I better ask what I really want to know.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” He says tersely.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” I say and get up from my stool, grab my dress and purse then head towards the bedroom to change. I ignore the fact my ass is hanging out as I stomp out of the kitchen.

If he’s annoyed I’m leaving, that’s his problem. I don’t do sleepovers. Sleeping next to someone is intimate. It leaves you vulnerable and I’m not doing that, especially not with him.

As I reach the bedroom, I rip off the tee shirt then look around for my bra. I bend over to look under the bed and I hear Jonathan come into the room then take a sharp inhale. I’m totally naked and could care less at this moment. I get up slowly, face him and put my hands on my hips.  

“Have you seen my bra?” I say brashly. Jonathan narrows his stare but says nothing. I continue to wait for an answer but nothing. “Fine. Forget it, I guess you’ll add it to the pile!” I hiss.  

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I could see the fury in Jonathan’s eyes. I regret my accusation but I can’t back down now. I square my shoulders as he makes quick strides towards me. Once he is inches away he looks me in the eyes.

“Madison, you are the first woman I have ever had in this bedroom. Ever. So don’t accuse me of running some type of steady rotation here. You are out of line.” He says in a low forceful tone with the same fury in his eyes but I also see a twinge of hurt.

I hurt him…I think. With that realization, all my fight evaporates as I lift my hand and softly caress his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Today was a wonderful day.” I say with genuine sincerity.  

I see the fury fade from his eyes and the tension seeps away from his shoulders. He draws me into him, pressing his hard body against mine. He leans down and kisses me tenderly as a confirmation he accepts my apology. 

“I don’t want you to go…right now. Can you stay a little longer? I’ll be sure to have Michael ready to take you back.” His plea is sweet and I can’t say no.   

“I’ll stay a little longer…” I whisper and kiss him again this time with the yearning that has been building since I came into the kitchen. He pulls me in, gliding his hands down and firmly caresses my backside.

“You have a beautiful body, Madison…” He coos trailing kisses down my neck holding me tightly against him. I soak up the pleasure of his touch, moaning softly.

I caress his back, reveling the hardness of his erection pressing against my sex, further heightening my arousal. His lips ascend to mine and I am lost. His fingers glide lower then slide inside me.

“Mmmm…I love how wet you get. I need another taste…” He whispers and guides me backwards to the bed then gently lays me down while never breaking our kiss.

All my muscles are quivering in anticipation as the kisses go to my breasts, sucking and teasing them. He catches my right nipple in his teeth while he simultaneously massages my left breast.

“Shitttt….” I hiss.

I can only feel his smile on my belly as he goes down lower and finally to the center of my arousal. He first kisses it softly and then his tongue begins circling with fervor. I cry out and reach down to grab his head to push him deeper.

“Yesss…let me hear you…” He commands in between his manipulation.

My entire body is inflamed as I move to the rhythm he has set for me. Then he inserts two fingers, stokes upwards and my body bows. I can feel the tremor building. He sucks hard on my clit and the pressure takes me over the edge.

I scream as my body convulses and Jonathan continues massaging me making the orgasm go on and on. Tears prick my eyes and roll down my cheeks in response to the release. I’m panting so loud that I barely hear the rip of the foil. When I open my eyes, Jonathan is naked and rolling the condom down his shaft, with craving in his eyes.

He grabs me under my knee and swiftly flips me on my stomach and then he pulls my hips up to have my ass up in the air. Jonathan wraps his arm around my waist and begins kissing my neck, shoulders and down my spine. He then positions himself at the entrance of my sex and as he slips in, he draws me onto him. 

“Shittt….” He growls through his teeth.

He is so deep my back stiffens and I moan from the fullness. Jonathan then methodically and slowly starts to drive into me. He holds my hips and guides me up and down as the sound of our skin melding increases the pleasure. I start pushing back as his rhythm speeds up and he digs his fingers into my hips.

“You feel so good…”I whimper as I continue to absorb the blows. I feel Jonathan’s right hand release my hip…then SMACK on my right cheek and I cry out.

“God…you are…you’re so tight….” He groans and picks up the pace. I’m moaning as I feel the familiar build, deep in my core. 

I want to cum, I need to cum…

“Yes….I want more. Give it to me Madison…” He orders and reaches around to massage my clit. I can’t contain my release anymore and I detonate around him, causing me to vibrate from the inside out and scream out his name.

“Jonaaathan!!!”

“Madison…” He groans through clenched teeth while draining himself inside me. The sound of his pleasure extends my orgasm as my muscles pulsate uncontrollably.

We both collapse on to the bed breathless as we face each other. Our eyes meet and there is something unspoken. Jonathan pulls me to him and caresses my cheek. I lean into his touch, then l kiss the tip of his nose. He smiles bashfully at the gesture, still panting hard.

“That… was….” He starts but doesn’t finish.

“I know…that was…intense…” I huff, still trying to manage my heart rate.  

“I feel like that word isn’t enough.” He says and there is something lingering in his assessment. I don’t give it too much thought as my brain is still trying to reboot. My body feels like jelly and as much as I need to get up, I can’t.  

“Can I get you something?” He asks tenderly, kissing my forehead.

“Mmm…I think I need water. I’m feeling dehydrated.”

“I would think so, you left a puddle in the bed,” He teases and I can’t help giggling.  

“Well, that’s your own fault.” 

“Yes, I guess it is. Let me get your water.” He laughs and sits up.

As he lifts from the bed, I watch his slow stride towards the bathroom and marvel at his sexiness. His sculpted back is now relaxed and I hug myself at my good fortune.

After almost a year of nothing, I have just had the most exhilarating sex of my life, twice. I don’t have an answer on the why but Ashely’s words once again ring in my head.

Focus on what you want…