Madison Awakening

Michael turns on to West Broadway and Jonathan shifts in his seat. I guess we are getting close. I keep looking out the window, because I am not ready to look at him. The car begins to slow as it turns onto Thompson Street then drives into an underground garage. Michael pulls up to the elevator then quickly gets out.

Jonathan and I take a simultaneously deep breath, we look at each other and laugh. It breaks the tension, then Jonathan takes my hand once again. He softly caresses my knuckles as he takes another breath.

“I really just wanted to take you somewhere that you could feel protected, so that’s why we are here.” He says in a whisper. 

I nod in understanding. “Just give me a heads up next time, okay?” I say with a reassuring squeeze of his hand.

When Michael opens the door, Jonathan steps out still holding my hand as I follow. I wave goodnight to Michael, giving a real smile this time.

As we walk to the elevator, the anger seep away that much more. He takes out a card, swipes it, and then pushes PH. When the doors close, Jonathan pulls me into the corner, wrapping his arms around my waist. Gliding his hand down to my ass, he presses my pelvis into him. Whatever I was mad about can wait because right now just having him hold me is enough.

The ‘ping’ breaks our connection as the doors open into a small hallway to a large double door. Jonathan leads me forward and opens the door to the right.  

“Home, sweet home”

Crossing the threshold I am quiet, but my body is heightened. Jonathan gently squeezes my hand as reassurance and I smile to show him I trust him. The space is massive but cozy, bathed in warm light and I try to take it all in.  

The duplex has high ceilings and is surrounded by windows framing the city lights, leading to a large outdoor wrap-around patio. The decor is a mix of warm woods, glass and neutral tones in a contemporary open layout, making it feel less like a bachelor pad.

We walk past the stairway toward the living room/ kitchen/ great room and stop at the ten foot island of white marble surrounded by sleek two toned modern white and deep navy flat panel cabinetry. I sit down on the high back black metal stool, kick off my shoes and place my purse on the island. Jonathan walks around to the bar and takes out two glasses and a bottle of Blonton’s bourbon. I only know of it because my dad loved it. I push the association aside as Jonathan pours more than half portions into each and passes me one.

“I know that you prefer tequila, but based on the night’s events, I think we could both use something a bit stronger.”  He says with an apologetic tone. His face is forelawn and it takes any desire to scream on him out of my heart.

I take the glass and lift it up. “To Artfully We Stand.” I say then we click glasses and drink.

I grimace a bit at the taste and Jonathan stifles a laugh. I stick my tongue out at him and giggle a bit too.  He walks around to my side of the island then leads me to the living room. We sit side by side on the plush dark gray couch and get comfy. I take another sip of my bourbon and the burn isn’t as bad this time. Jonathan clears his throat and takes my hand in his holding it gently.

“So, what happened in the bathroom with Antonella?” He asks in a measured tone.  He’s treading lightly so as not to set me off.  Smart man.

I take another sip. “She came up to me in the bathroom and proceeded to tell me that I am not suited for your world and I will never measure up.” I say with tempered annoyance.  

“Did she threaten you?”  He asks, not as calmly this time.

“No. I actually threatened her. Told her if she ever came around me or said your name again, I’d fuck her up.” I respond with not a hint of humor. A decade ago, I would have walked her ass like a dog. 

Jonathan is looking intently at me trying to read my face. “You’re leaving something out. I know that isn’t what really set you off.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were mad the last time she tried to get at me, but if you thought about punching her, that’s something else. What else did she say to you?”  

He is more demanding in his questioning this time, and it sets off a red flag.

Is he worried she said something to me he doesn’t want me to know?

I take another sip and try to decide how much to say. But if he is supposed to be my boyfriend, then I need to hit him with the whole truth.

“Who were you on the phone with?” I ask nonchalantly.

Jonathn shakes his head. “You are answering a question with a question, Madison.”

“My question is possibly related to your question. Answer mine first please.” I reply and take another sip. The bourbon is starting to take effect and my skin is beginning to warm.

“I was taking a call from Paris. Because of the time zones, I had to.” He says without hesitation. “Now answer my question, what did she say to you that got you so upset?” He asks again and doesn’t take his eyes off me.

My stomach does a little flip, scared to ask the question.“She said I would never live up to her… And I don’t think she was talking about herself. Who is she talking about Jonathan? What does she know that I don’t?” I respond in a low tone.

Jonathan smiles as he gently caresses my hand.“Madison, Antonella doesn’t know me. She likes to think she does. But clearly you can see, she is not well. She is holding on to a version of me that I shed a long time ago. There is no one else you are in competition with.”

I search his eyes. “So there is no other woman I’m just holding a spot for?”

“No. There is no other woman waiting for me. I am committed to you.” He says confidently.

“Then why would she say that?”

“Madison, you know that she was high all night. She was just trying to rattle you.  That’s why she came with Kevin. She was trying to rattle me. When she saw you with me actually looking happy, she changed tactics. She is a sad woman. Don’t let that get in the way of what we are building.”  He pleads sweetly.  

I examine his face for a lie, but there is nothing but sincerity. I take a deep breath and a large gulp, now enjoying the burn.

I want to believe him. I want to be sure that he is being completely transparent. I caress his cheek and he leans into my touch. His eyes are begging me to take his word over hers.

“Okay. I want what you want. To keep moving forward, not look back.”  I say and give him a soft kiss. 

Jonathan places his forehead to mine. “Will you do something for me?” He asks quietly.

“Yes?”

“Take a shower with me…” He says with fire behind the eyes while caressing the nape of my neck sending tingles throughout my whole body.

I nod in response then he gets up from the couch, pulling me up with him. He leads me up the glass stairway, down a long hall to the double doors at the end. As we walk through, I hold in a gasp at the enormity of the room.

The master bedroom is like a womb, dark and warm. It’s a stark difference from the bedroom of the glass castle. The modern bed is centered in the room in front of a black feature wall and with a large dark wood headboard.

Jonathan lets go of my hand, takes off his jacket, walks over the far wall, touches a screen and Sade begins softly pouring into the room. He then walks over to the left and disappears. I follow him, passing a walk in closet into the master bathroom.

The room of marble and teak is equally as expansive with a soaker tub in the middle. But the shower could be its own room, encased in glass and floor to ceiling ornate marble tile. Jonathan turns on the water in the shower, begins to take off his shirt and I stop to watch the show.

“Strip.” He commands as his shirt hits the floor, baring his chiseled torso. 

I wordlessly follow his orders and unzip my dress, and allow it to fall. Standing in my strapless teddy I allow him to survey my body. Our eyes meet as he slowly unbuckles his pants, and pulls them down in one swoop. He is gloriously naked and erect causing the throb to start within. I unhook the back and pull the teddy down to the floor. When I stand up, Jonathan’s eyes have darkened as he takes my hand and we walk into the shower.

The water is the perfect temperature and Jonathan pulls me into him as we submerge under the rainfall shower head.  The stress of the night washes away and we are only focused on us. He caresses my body and places kisses down my neck then back up to my lips.

Grabbing the soap, he pours some in his hands and begins to wash me methodically. Starting at my chest, massaging my breasts then down to my belly. Next, his hands slid down to my ass, kneading it with fervor then he moves his hands to my sex and massages it gently.

I am lost in him as the internal wetness begins to build in between my thighs. The water washes the suds away as Jonathan pushes me backwards to the bench against the wall and sits me down. Before he can move, I grab onto him, immediately putting his pulsing member in my mouth to his surprise and he hisses in pleasure.

He groans as I work my lips up and down his shaft. I begin to touch myself with my right hand and hold him securely with my left. Jonathan moves my hair away from my face then begins pumping his hips so I can take more of him in. I gag but I love the feeling of having control over him. I keep sucking hard and he places his foot up on the bench. I can’t help moaning with him still in my mouth. I stroke him more forcefully and I can tell he is getting close by the straining in his thighs.

“Madison…if you don’t stop I’m going to cum.” He grunts in between clenched teeth and that makes me suck harder and faster. I want him to cum. I want to taste him. I pick up speed and massage his sack while twisting my hand up and down his shaft and that sends him over the edge.  

I feel the hot, thick cum in my mouth. I keep pumping and sucking till I know he’s done. Raising my eyes, I watch him seize in pleasure and he uses the wall to steady himself. When I think I’ve got it all, I swallow hard as he looks down at me and I lick my lips.  

“Oh you think you got me, don’t you?” He says with a wide grin. I just give him a sly smile and shrug in response.

He shakes his head then he pulls me up from the bench and kisses me hard. We are panting when we pull apart as he reaches around me and turns off the water. He grabs a towel from the side, wraps me like a burrito, then picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I scream in surprise and giggle as he carries me out of the bathroom to the bedroom, smacking me on the ass then gently places me on the bed.

Smiling down, he grabs my ankle and then kisses the inside of the arch of my foot. I watch him quietly as Sade talks about ‘No ordinary love’ and I’m in a trance as my skin sings from his touch. His body is glistening in the room’s light and all his focus is on me as he makes his way up my leg, kissing and sucking in a planned pathway. 

He slows his ascent once he reaches my thighs and starts a steady assault of sucking, biting and kissing his way higher. I squirm underneath him, knowing the pleasure that is to come. His hands move to belly as he dives into my treasure, causing my back to arc from the sensation of his lips on my sex. He is slow and steady with his tongue as he licks and teases my clit. I moan and fully give myself over to him.

“I love tasting you Madison. You are so sweet…” He says in between his manipulation.

I cry out and can feel the familiar tightening  my core. Bending my body to his will, my eyes tightly close as I take in all the sensation. My core becomes hotter, the muscles start to spasm and then I explode screaming out a jumbled version of his name.  

In a daze, I feel him release me as my body quivers from the aftershocks of the orgasm. I’m just catching my breath as I hear the familiar crinkle of the condom. I open my eyes and Jonathan is hovering over me, with something in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He leans down and kisses me slowly with deliberate care. Then he moves to place himself at the entrance to my sex and slides inside me so deep that I lose my breath. Beginning in a measured tempo, he catches my mouth with his, stifling my moans. 

“Tell me you like it baby…” He whispers as he trails kisses down my neck, grinding his hips, deeping himself inside me. The pressure is building again and his words just heighten the sensation. I scratch my nails down his back causing him to groan and he gives me a devilish grin.

“I love it…I love having you inside me…” I murmur and he starts picking up the pace.

My skin is on fire, the scent of our bodies intertwined and the sound of our unison takes me over the edge. I implode from the inside out, screaming so loud I scared myself as the tears flowed down my cheeks. He is still grinding deeply which keeps the orgasm going until I feel a gush.

“Oh my God….” He groans as his whole body shakes. He collapses on top of me then rolls us to the side.  

We are both huffing and puffing facing each other, and his eyes are closed with a smile on his face. I nuzzle into his neck to listen to the pounding of his heart. Pulling me in, he lightly draws his fingers up and down my back as we lay quietly, indulging in the warmth of each other. My brain is starting to shut down as my heart rate slows listening to Sade croon how ‘Your love is King’.

“I’m so happy I met you…” Jonathan whispers and kisses me on the top of the head. But before I can answer, I fade away into the abyss.

It’s prom night. I have my satin deep purple dress on and I put in my grandma’s diamond earrings. Daddy is in the doorway, dressed in white with a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“You look beautiful baby.” He says and walks into the room.  He gives me a kiss on top of the head then stands by my side. He places his hand on my shoulder as he looks at me lovingly in the mirror. I put on my lipstick, smooth out my bangs and smile.

“Maddy, it’s time. It’s time for you to jump…” He whispers.  As he says the words, I am now in the purple sparkle bathing suit at the lake standing on the dock, feet on the edge, alone. Daddy is nowhere to be found but as the wind whips my hair around, I hear “Jump…”

When I open my eyes they strain to focus from the sunlight, and my gaze is met with Jonathan’s hazel eyes looking directly at me. He pulls me to him and gives a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Good morning.” He says with a deep tone.  

“Good morning.” I say raising the sheet a bit to cover my mouth because I know I have morning breath.

I stretch away the dream of my father, and hope I wasn’t talking out loud. I nuzzle myself closer to him and inhale his skin. This is the first time we are actually waking up together and it doesn’t feel weird. Being in his arms when I opened my eyes felt calming. 

He starts caressing me over the sheets and I wiggle in appreciation and then his touch begins to lower.

I smile as I shake my head. “Do you ever not want to have sex?”

“With you? Nope.” He says and give me a more passionate kiss, immediately sending flutters to my core. I can feel the warming start and I pull away to get a breath.

“Jonathan. I need to eat. Last night was just….”

He smirks. “I know…You squirted. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” He says and presses his hips forwards into my pelvis to confirm and kisses me again with even more passion.

And my body responds, despite what my mind says I should do instead. I roll on top of him and then sit up.

“Okay…but just a quickie…”