Madison "Mads" Pierce (shesamaineiac) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-04-29 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, nick |
Who: Madison and Nick
Where: Main St.; Festival of the Six, then Madison’s home.
When: Friday, October 20th.
What: Mads and Nick check out what the Festival of the Six has to offer.
Warnings: NSFW
The last week and a half had been busy. When Mads wasn't pulling an extra shift for the sorely understaffed police department, she was spending time with her best friends to keep them in good spirits. They both seemed to be going through a difficult time - Fin was still fragile after everything that had happened in the past few weeks and Brad was feeling a bit lost these days. She didn't have to spend so much time with them and, honestly, there were a few times they insisted she not bug them but she couldn't help it. It was in her nature to be protective. She wanted to make sure they would be okay because she'd be damned if she let something as extreme as what occurred with Fin happen again. In addition to that, her other friend, Ty, had also encountered some hiccups, but thankfully he seemed to be handling it well. It helped that he had Jared to go to for support.
Nick had been busy as well. He had his research which made it difficult for them to arrange any sort of date, especially when she was on-call. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement. Their date the week before had gone well with pleasant conversation and equally pleasant flirtations. It ended with a chaste peck on the cheek which suited Madison just fine – she didn't want to rush things with Nick because she actually sorta liked the guy. He was interesting, intelligent, and a good conversationalist. Even with their differences in opinion surrounding the paranormal, he was able to keep her attention and interest the few times he slipped into the details of his research. The whole thing was fascinating, a bit silly sure, but fascinating nonetheless. It also helped that his voice was smooth as hell and she'd be more than happy listening to him read something as bland as the phone book.
After several days of back and forth through text, the two were finally able to find time to get together. During their date, they had talked about going on one of the Point Pleasant Six Witches Tours and doing so during the Festival of Six seemed like the perfect time to do it. And so there they were, walking side by side along Main St., browsing the various stalls. “So, what would you like to do?” She asked her companion. There was a playful smile. “Want to get our palms read? Could be fun getting a glimpse into the future. As vague as it might be.” The last sentence was said with an amused chuckle.
Point Pleasant was proving to be even more of a treasure trove of Weirdness than Nick had anticipated. Maybe it just came from having well-trained eyes, but he’d already found so much in digging through old newspapers in the library that pointed toward the supernatural. Following every interesting lead in this town would be a full time job, and it had kept him pretty busy so far. Which was slightly unfortunate when he kept meeting such interesting people he wanted to spend more time with, like the lovely Officer Mads. They’d kept in good contact with texting and a few phone calls though, and he found himself eager to see her again when they finally set up solid plans.
The witch festival seemed cheesy as hell, but entertaining. Walking around downtown -- as much of a ‘downtown’ as Point Pleasant had, anyway -- kind of reminded him of being at a Renaissance Faire. There was food and games and people in costumes. It was kind of macabre in an amusing way, to make light of the history of this town and turn it into a festival with face painting, but it didn’t bother Nick too much. However they coped, right?
Nick looked over at Mads with a little laugh of his own. “Could be interesting,” he said amiably. He didn’t think many of these people in booths and tents were actual witches ... he’d known a few in his time and most of them would have scoffed at this nonsense, but fun was fun, and it wasn’t like he was short on cash to toss around. He grinned at his date and nodded toward an upcoming small purple tent that had a hand-painted palmistry sign in front of it. “Maybe Madam Bacci will tell us what we’re gonna be when we grow up? Wanna find out?”
“Oh can we?” She asked, mimicking one of those hopeful and far too cutesy young ladies that littered the movies, especially of old. “I’ve always wanted to know what I’m gonna be with I grow up.” Mads attempted to keep up the wide eyed look, but her lips just wouldn’t stop trying to ruin it with a grin, so she gave up with a laugh. “Let’s see what Madam Bacci can divine for us.”
Approaching the tent, she peeked through entrance to see an older woman dressed in the typical garb those that toted abilities in tents wore. “Ah hello!” The woman called out, giving the two a welcoming smile as she rose from her chair. “Welcome! Have you come to get a reading from Madam Bacci?” She took Madison’s hand in her own and studied it for a second. “Ah a lovely hand indeed! So much to tell.” Madam Bacci’s gaze then moved to Nick and her smile grew. “Oh, you will be an interesting one to read, no doubt. Come in, come in!”
The woman was squat and plump and looked kind of ridiculous in the shiny dress and veils she had draped on herself, but Nick still took a liking to her. Her persona, anyway. Who knew what she was really like, people like this were more performers than anything. It was warm inside the tent, even with a fan going, and the whole space smelled like incense. There were two chairs that faced a small table between them, complete with a little crystal ball that was probably meaningless, and a couple of other folding chairs set out of the way. Nick plopped into one of those, nodding at Mads. “Ladies first,” he said, flashing them both an amused grin. “We have so much to ask you, Madam Bacci, so glad you’re not too busy to see us.”
They followed the woman into the tent and Nick immediately settled himself right down in one of the spectator seats, leaving Madison to her fate as Madam Bacci’s first victim. “You’re too kind,” she told her companion with a smirk as she took her place at the table. Madam Bacci, in turn, took the seat opposite her.
The older woman gave Nick a knowing look, a brief hint that she was well aware of the skepticism in the room, before allowing herself a broad smile. “I am never too busy for those seeking to know what the future holds,” she replied with a flourish. Her attention then went from him to Mads sitting across from her at the table. “So you have questions. Wonderful! Give me your hand, child, let me have a good look.” Mads extended her hand and the woman gently took it into her own like she had done before. There were a few ‘hmms’ and ‘ahhs’ as she studied the hand as if it was some kind of interesting book. Mads knew better; Madame Bacci was obviously putting on a show, making it seem like she was gaining some kind of info from the lines when she really wasn’t.
“So what kind of questions do you have for me, officer,” Madame Bacci asked when she finally lifted her head. There was a brief look of surprise, but it quickly faded into an amused smile when she realized information about her profession was easily gained just by being in the town for a couple days. The place was too small and there were too few officers to not know what they looked like. “There are so many, I don’t know what to ask first. Why not tell me what you learned from my hand? What secrets did it reveal?”
Madam Bacci lifted a brow, her smile never leaving her face. “The hand reveals much - life, love,” there was a quick glance over at Nick. “Career and fortune. Yours shows you have a long life ahead.” She traced along one of the lines. “But it will not be without hardship. Already you have faced much despite your youth. A lost love - a marriage that was cut short I see.” This caused a slight twitch. “A near death, great pain.” Madison nodded her head as the woman rambled on. All vague, all things that people faced at least once in their lives. The marriage thing was just a lucky guess.
Mads glanced over at Nick, doing a damned good job of not rolling her eyes as she did so. “And what of my future, Madam Bacci?” She asked. “Hardship?” The woman looked up at her, studying Mads’ face for a long moment. “Ah, you look for specifics. That is harder to garner from a simple palm reading. The tarot - that will give you more.” Upselling. Of course. “But I can tell you, watch your friends. Old and new alike. There are many secrets they hold that will lead to heartache. Stay positive, however, child. Heartache may come, but love and companionship just may bloom, if you tend to it.”
Mads smiled at the woman with a nod. “Thank you. There is still so much I wish to know, but my companion is dying to know what insight you can give him.” She looked over at Nick with a look at just barely hid her desire to get the hell out of the hot seat.
Nick listened with interest as Madam Bacci ‘read’ Madison’s palm. Most of it sounded like the same vague conman bullshit that he expected, but the back of his neck prickled a tiny bit as she warned Mads to watch her friends. That was how cold reading worked though, he knew that. Throw a bunch of shit at the wall until something sticks, be good at reading people. They probably didn’t carry themselves like a long-term couple or anything, and hurt could always come from someone new in one’s life.
The mention of a failed marriage didn’t escape him, and he was angled so he could see Mads’s face, so he knew that one was true. Interesting. But plenty of people got divorced, so that wasn’t some great testament to Madam Bacci’s skills. Nick smirked a tiny bit as Mads looked at him, looking amused as he read her expression. He stood up to trade places with her. He’d already thrown her under the bus to go first, it would just be mean to insist she ask some more questions.
“Sounds pretty positive, all in all,” he commented as he slid into the chair across from the older woman. Nick cracked his knuckles and shook his hands out before he offered one of them over to her. “Lay it on me, Madam,” he said, giving her a charming smile.
Madam Bacci gave him a look that was somehow both amused and unimpressed, and she took his big hand to start studying the lines. Nick wondered if she would be surprised to learn just how much he actually believed in. He’d spoken to real psychics, and he knew how to spot a fraud. He was pretty sure he did, anyway. “You have a strong life line,” she said, glancing up at him as Nick nodded. “Your direction has been clear from a young age, and you will continue to be successful ... though it won’t always be easy.”
Nick shot Mads a glance, barely able to suppress his smile. He watched Madam Bacci lean in to peer a bit closer at one of his lines, running her finger over it. “You are a man who keeps secrets, and I see that your love line is short and faint ... perhaps those two things are related, hm?”
Nick pursed his lips a little bit. “I work a lot,” was all he said to that. Madam Bacci looked a bit smug.
“Seems promising,” Mads commented as she traded places with him, settling into the seat he had been occupying. It was still warm; this brought a smile to her face. Crossing her arms, she watched as Madam Bacci took his hand and proceeded to study the lines that she had done to hers minutes before. Her first observation was nothing special, a typical non-committal and generic answer that every fortune teller spouted off. She caught Nick’s glance, giving him an amused smile in return.
And then Madam Bacci was talking about love and secrets. Mads’ interest was piqued though she did a good job hiding this fact. Moments before the woman warned her about friends with secrets. It was all bullshit, of course, but she couldn’t help remembering that little detail as Madam Bacci mused over Nick’s tendency toward secrets and its connection to his love life. This was slightly disconcerting, but she easily brushed it off with another reminder that this woman was pulling things out of her ass. No one could really know about a person - let alone that person’s future - through some random lines on a hand. She was just trying to get a rise out of them.
It was all bullshit, only not in the sense that it was untrue. Nick had plenty of secrets, and maybe they did keep him from having some fulfilling love life. But he doubted that was a legit prediction from this woman. She was probably just inventing something to stir up a little shit between these two people who obviously didn’t take her seriously. That was what Nick wanted to believe, anyway. Cold reading, that was all it was.
“Do you have any questions for Madam Bacci?” she asked him, still stroking her thumb over his palm. It felt a little creepy and invasive now, and Nick had to wonder why it felt like she’d gotten under his skin. Probably because of the audience. He did his best not to let it show, giving the woman a brilliant smile back. “Can you tell me how long I’m gonna live?” he asked.
She hummed and looked into his hand again, then released it and sat back a bit. “Your fate is always changing,” Madam Bacci said sagely. “I can say with certainty that you will not live as long as you would like to. Anything more, I will have to do a tarot reading.” Nick gave a little scoff-laugh and shook his head, leaning to pull his wallet out. He tossed down enough cash to cover both of their ‘readings’ as per the pricing sign that was hanging up in the tent.
“Thank you for sharing your wisdom with us,” he said, the words pretty obviously insincere. Nick didn’t care, she was getting paid either way. He stood up and smiled more warmly at Mads, offering out his hand for her. “Ready?” He was pretty certain she didn’t want a tarot reading either.
Mads lifted a brow when Madam Bacci informed Nick that he wouldn’t live as long as he hoped. There was a tension between the woman and Nick that had Mads slightly concerned by her declaration. It sounded almost threatening despite the teller’s smooth tone and that rubbed her the wrong way. She didn’t expect the older woman to cause them any trouble, not really, but she wouldn’t write it off completely. This town had even the nicest people doing the strangest things.
“Yeah,” she answered Nick as she took his hand and lifted herself from the chair. She offered a smile to the fortune teller, though there wasn’t much sincerity behind it. “Thank you again, Madam Bacci.” With that, the two left the woman to her own devices. “Well that was a big pile of bullshit, huh?” Mads said after they had put some distance between themselves and the tent. Slightly disconcerting bullshit, but she wasn’t going to let that ruin the evening. “How long until the tour? Think we got time to grab a quick bite to eat?”
Didn’t everybody die before they wanted to? Most people, anyway. Nick was just going to put it out of his mind. It was a lovely day, he had a lovely date, and even more fun planned later on, and he wasn’t going to let some bitch who fancied herself psychic put a dent in it. He felt better walking back out into the fresh air with Mads’s hand in his. He let out a short laugh at her assessment, glancing over at her with a grin and a nod. “Bullshit, for sure,” he agreed. “It’s in, uh ...” Nick checked his watch. “Still got a few hours. We’ve definitely got time to eat. Want to check out what they’ve got here?” There were food booths down the street a ways, and the smell in the air was reminding Nick of how hungry he was.
Sniffing at the air, Madison gave a nod of approval. “Yeah, let’s check out the booths. If the smell is any indication they’re bond to have something good to munch on.” Likely overpriced but still good. She smiled and gave his hand a light squeeze as they started toward the smell. “My treat. Have to make up for wasting our time on that Madam Bacci woman somehow, right?”
The rest of the evening had gone by without a hitch. Mads paid for the food like she had promised with no objection from Nick. Any awkward feelings the crap about secrets and heartache that Madam Bacci spouted off caused were easily forgotten as they spent the evening together conversing and browsing the various booths. What did the words of a old quack matter? Still, she made sure to steer clear of any ‘witches’ promising fortunes because, honestly, the whole idea wasn’t fun anymore. The ones spouting off promises of good fortune if they bought a simple trinket were far more entertaining. She bought a few trinkets that promised protection to give as gifts and even purchased some necklace that was toted to help with romance while Nick wasn’t looking. It wouldn’t do anything but what the hell? The necklace was cute.
And then there was the tour that proved interesting. Informative and entertaining at the same time. There were a couple of teens on the tour that had Mads’ rolling her eyes in mild annoyance, but they didn’t stop her from having a good time. “That was fun,” she commented as the group dispersed after the tour had concluded. She took Nick’s hand into hers without comment or hesitation. “I actually learned a few things.” Her lips lifted into a flirtatious smile. “We should go someplace comfortable and discuss what we learned. Bet you have some interesting footnotes you could add.”
Nick did his bet to put Madam Bacci and her cheap gold jewelry out of his mind and enjoy the rest of the festival. The atmosphere was still light and fun outside of the tent, and he enjoyed browsing the stuff everyone had for sale. He bought some soap from a booth that claimed it would keep him calm and rested, but Nick just thought it smelled really good. And while Mads was occupied elsewhere, he snagged up some hand lotion that he thought she might like to give to her later.
The tour was interesting, even if he thought the information was pretty watered down, but not everybody was into learning all the gory details like he was. The guide did say some things that Nick didn’t already know, and it was fun to people-watch. He didn’t hesitate to twine his and Mads’s fingers together when she took his hand, and he gave her a warm smile at her suggestion. “Oh I do,” he murmured back. That part was true, but judging by her tone, he doubted they were going to be talking about long-dead witches, and he was more than fine with that. “Sounds like a lovely plan, if you’re not sick of me yet. Your place or mine?”
“Can’t say I’m quite sick of you. Not yet, anyway,” she teased with a gentle squeeze of his hand to further indicate she was simply joking. Mads was nowhere near close to being sick of interacting with him. The last few hours had been wonderful and she looked forward to stealing a couple more from the busy author. She took a moment to consider her options when the inevitable question about where they should go was proposed. The hotel or her place. Her trailer wasn’t filled with half empty boxes like it had been a couple weeks before but it definitely wasn’t at its best. Did she want to take him there? “If you don’t mind a little still-moving-in mess, we can go to mine. Have a couple drinks, talk.” A smile. “You’d love the couch. Surprisingly comfy.”
“I live out of suitcases, so I don’t mind your mess at all,” Nick told her with a pleased grin. Not that his room at Juniper wasn’t comfortable -- it damn well better be for as much as he was paying per week -- it just had a lot of sensitive information in it. And no kitchen. So Mads’s place sounded much more appealing to him. Plus it meant he would get to see how she lived. You could tell a lot about a person by their house. His smile turned a bit more wicked and he winked at her. “Even if we were sitting on the floor, it’d be worth it,” he said. Nick almost added that he was sure the bed was comfy too, but he still wasn’t positive where the line was with this woman yet, so he held back on that one. Maybe more overt flirting after they were somewhere private, with a couple of drinks in them.
Oh did Mads like that little hint of wickedness in his smile. It held so much promise. “Would it? Well, then, maybe I’ll make you sit on the floor and take the couch all for myself.” She winked, swinging their joined hands back and forth some. “Hmm, but I do love sharing. Especially nice, comfy furniture. You just might be saved from the floor yet.”
The walk to her truck - a brand new cajun red Chevy Silverado Brad insisted he get for her - was relatively short and the drive to her home even more so. They pulled into the dirt driveway that was just large enough to house two truck and placed it in park. Mads wasted no time hopping out of the vehicle and encouraged Nick to follow suit with a smile and wave of her hand. Ascending the few steps to her door, she unlocked her trailer and stepped inside.
It was a modest home with a small living room that housed the couch she had insisted was so comfy as well as a decent sized flat screen and a kitchen that had just enough room to put a small table with two seats. Beyond the kitchen were two rooms: a small one for her washer and dryer and a larger one that was the master bedroom. The door to the utilities was closed, but her bedroom door had been left ajar. Not much could be seen from the living room, however. On the opposite side of the living room was a small hallway that lead to a bathroom and another room. That door was closed.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” she announced, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it onto the rack on the wall. It was one of the few personal touches that had been added to the home. Mostly, however, it was bland and cookie cutter. Beige walls, little decor, though the hardwood floor gave the place a much needed burst of color. “Not much to look at right now, but I’ll get it up to snuff at some point. Eventually.” Her smile was a little sheepish as she shrugged. “If you need the bathroom it’s the first door on the left.” A quick gesture toward the little hallway. “Make yourself comfortable.” Mads started toward the kitchen. “What do you drink? I have a pack of Pumpkinhead in the fridge. Ever had that?”
Well, usually you could tell a lot about a person by how they lived, anyway. Mads’s mobile home was modest and cozy, but it was definitely lacking her personality. Nick looked around as he stepped inside, shrugging out of his own jacket and moving to hang it up. There wasn’t a lot to see but the furniture, and he supposed that was probably just another sign of how much she worked. It was hard to want to decorate and settle in when you were barely home. To protect her new-looking floor, Nick toed out of his shoes to leave them by the door. He trailed after her into the kitchen, noting the layout of the place. As much as he could see, anyway.
“Think I’ve tried it, yeah,” he answered with an easy smile. “Sounds perfect.” He didn’t much care what they drank, anything would be good. Beer never did much for Nick intoxication-wise, he could pack bottle after bottle away, but it was nice to sit and sip on. “It’s a nice place,” he told her, then grinned a little. “I can tell you’re a workaholic though.”
“Heh, yeah. Suppose the place is kinda telling of that,” she agreed with a chuckle as she opened the fridge and bent forward to grab the two bottles by the neck between her fingers. “But like I said, I’ll eventually get it looking more like a home.“ Mads added, closing the door and offering Nick one of the bottles. Turning, she popped the top of the bottle into the mouth of a bear shaped opener that was mounted on the wall next to the fridge. “At least I’ve got this up.” She grinned and stepped aside so he could use it to open his own drink. “Parting gift from one of my co-workers. Think it looks kinda cool.” It wasn’t something she would buy for herself (she had a perfectly good keychain that could do the trick), but she liked it.
With both bottles now open, Mads returned to the living room. Noticing Nick’s shoes sitting by the door, she decided to kick off her own boots before crawling onto the couch. She flashed him a playful smile and patted the cushion next to her. “Have a seat. Guaranteed comfy or your money back.”
Nick’s eyes were naturally drawn to Mads’s ass as she bent over, not for the first time. She was lovely all over, and a quick glance was harmless. He chuckled as he moved in to open up his own beer, thinking the bear was kind of cute and very Maine-like. “Priorities, right?” he teased, giving her a grin. He followed her back into the living room, lifting the bottle to his lips for a swig. He sidled up to the couch cushion she’d invited him to, and eased himself down on it as though testing the comfort factor. Biting his lip in contemplation, Nick wiggled his hips a bit to ‘settle in’ and hummed a thoughtful sound. It was a pretty damn comfy couch, and those weren't always easy to come by when one was Nick’s size. He smiled over at Mads. “So far so good,” he told her, amused. “I’m gonna hafta give it a couple hours though, this is still a trial period.” Nick lifted his beer to clink it against hers. “Here’s to an awesome day,” he murmured, his smile turning warmer.
Mads repositioned herself as Nick readied himself to sit down, bringing her legs up underneath her and resting an arm on the back of the couch so she was facing him. She tilted her head somewhat to get a better view of his ass as he slowly settled onto the cushion and an amused smile spread across her face when he shimmied his hips. Nick smiled over at her and she didn’t even try to hide the fact she had been staring. “Take as long as you like. I quite like the view,” she returned, resting her head onto her hand. “To an awesome day.” She clinked her beer against his and took a swig, looking over her bottle with a flirtatious gaze. “Hopefully the night proves to be just as good.”
Fair was fair, and Nick never minded being checked out, especially by someone he’d been checking out just as eagerly. He gave her a lazier sort of grin, his eyelids dropping a bit as they toasted. “I’m sure we can pull that off,” he murmured, sounding just as flirtatious. “I have faith in us.” He hadn’t been in a hurry to jump into bed with Mads, Nick had largely outgrown that. If it happened fast, it happened fast, but he didn’t get impatient and overeager anymore. It usually paid off. He’d found that he rather enjoyed the slow burn now, and Mads being a challenge to schedule time with had made her even more tantalizing to him. He settled one hand on her knee, eyes on her face. “So I know you’ve got strong opinions on your couch ... how would you rate your bed? One-to-ten in comfiness?”
Her smile widened when she felt the weight of his hand rest on her knee. “Hmm… how would I rate my bed…,” she murmured, tapping the tip of her bottle against her lips. She bobbed her head from side to side slightly, putting on a bit of a show while she pretended to contemplate her answer. Madison knew exactly how she would rate her bed with and without someone sleeping beside her, but she dragged it out. It was all part of the game. Flirtations and little back and forths that made the final prize that much more satisfying. “I’d give it a solid 8,” she finally answered. Her hand gently settled on his, fingers grazing the skin as her gaze met his. Her voice lowered and she leaned in ever so slightly. “If you ask nicely, I might let you experience it for yourself.”
Nick saw right away that his hand was welcome where it was, and that was good to know. He smiled wider as Mads thought about her answer, and his gaze flickered downward as she touched him back. That felt nice and tingly, and he turned his hand over so he could lightly brush and toy with her fingers in return. “That’s a pretty high score, sounds tempting,” he said, his voice a touch softer than it had been before. Since she was closer now and all, even by an inch or so. Nick leaned in a bit closer himself, a bit more than Mads did but still not too far. “What if I do some other things nicely? You still gonna make me say please?”
Her eyelids fluttered closed for the briefest of moments when his fingers began to brush up against and play with her own. The touch - light and chaste, yet so intimate - made her body tingle. It was tantalizing. Anticipation and imagination only enhanced that feeling. To feel those fingers along her skin, caressing her body... “I think that would depend on the things,” Madison murmured with a smile, leaning forward so that there faces were only mere inches apart. “Why don’t you show me and we’ll see?”
That was an invitation if he’d ever heard one, and Nick was not going to turn it down. Especially not when they all kinds of time and privacy on their hands now. The corners of his mouth quirked upward before he moved to close the gap between them. Nick’s eyes slipped shut as their lips met. He kept the kiss light and gentle for the first moment, like the one they’d shared the last time, but that couldn’t last long if he was going to impress Mads. ‘Nice’ was subjective. He pushed into it a bit more firmly, parting his lips to caress hers more intimately while his fingers curled around the tips of hers to pull them in closer.
There was a soft sound of content and her eyes once again fluttered closed when Nick closed the distance and pressed their lips together. This kiss was something she had been hoping for all damn day, but hadn’t found the opportunity to engage. It had just been hand holding and affectionate touches which were all quite nice, but his lips against hers and his beard tickling her chin was so much better. Having to wait wasn’t so bad anymore; it allowed a chaste kiss a chance to grow into more. She moved in closer, her fingers gliding along his and clasping his hand. When she felt his lips part, hers reacted in kind with an added experimental flick of her tongue against his.
Nick had been pretty sure this was coming at some point, but that anticipation had been pretty sweet. He’d given some thought already to how this thing with Mads might play out, how it could be useful to him, but that extra motivation didn’t make this part of it any less enjoyable to him. Her lips were soft and tasted just slightly like beer and that was pretty perfect. Drawing in a slow breath through his nose, Nick flicked lightly at her tongue in return, before stroking them more intimately together. There was a familiar sort of warmth growing in his stomach, and Nick shifted his position a bit to face Mads more without breaking the kiss. There were still beer bottles in their hands that had to go away at some point, but he wasn’t quite ready to stop to do that yet.
She happily stroked his tongue with her own, letting it snake around his before having it retreat with a teasing flick. Mads continued the kiss for a few moments more before forcing herself to pull away, breath heavy and noses just barely touching. Her eyes opened slightly, her gaze dropping to stare longingly at his lips. As much as she wanted to let their tongues play and their lips continue to caress one another, they needed to take care of something first. Something that was preventing her from running her fingers through his hair like she so wanted to do.
With some reluctance, she released his hand and repositioned herself so that she could set her beer bottle onto the coffee table. Without a word, she took his and set it next to hers as well. She repositioned herself once again so that she was completely facing him. “Much better,” she whispered, her arms gliding over his shoulders as she resumed their kiss with the same amount of passion as before.
Nick saw that coming and he got one more swig of beer in before Mads took the bottle from him. He didn’t hesitate to give it up, what was happening was far more intoxicating to him than all the beer in Mads’s fridge. He let out a deep chuckle before their mouths met again, because it was much better. Nick slipped his arm around Mads again, kissing her back with enthusiasm. Her body still felt too far away from his, since they were sitting down and leaning and all, and he shifted his arms to get a better grip on her and pull her into his lap. Since they were talking about testing out the bed and all, he didn’t think that would be too much, and god, her weight already felt really good against him.
There was no resistance when Nick pulled her onto his lap though a tiny noise escaped her throat when he did so. It was a mix of surprise and approval. While the action itself, done quickly and smoothly, didn’t surprise her, the ease in which he did it had. He was definitely stronger than she would have have assumed an author to be, but then in her mind most authors didn’t look like muscled and toned Adonises, either. Or at least she assumed he was muscled and toned. The clothing was doing a good job of keeping her from knowing for certain. She’d have to fix that.
Without breaking the kiss, Mads further repositioned herself so that she was straddling his lap. It made their intimate moment that much easier to continue. “So what do you think?” she murmured, lips grazing his as she spoke. “Couch everything I said it would be?” She smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Or do you need a little more time to decide?” She touched his lips with her other hand, fingers trailing along the bottom lip gently. “I’m more than happy to accomodate if you do.”
Nick knew that he didn’t really fit the mold when people thought about writers, especially in his particular genre. He’d been to enough conferences and seen the schlubs who strutted around thinking they deserved groupies or something. He’d long since admitted to himself that he enjoyed being the hottest male author at nearly every con he went to, and the attention that came with it. He’d worked out a lot since he’d been in high school, before his life had taken this path, and he found it helped his process. It cleared the mind. Mads’s slight weight was easy to handle.
He hummed a little noise of approval of his own when Mads straddled him. He ran his hands down her sides to her hips, squeezing those curves and pulling her in tighter against him as they kissed. Nick’s cock had been lazily filling out in his jeans while their tongues stroked together, but the warmth and pressure of her body sped that process up considerably. He didn’t mind her feeling it, either. Nick gave a crooked grin and kissed her fingertips. “It’s heavenly,” he murmured. “I’m convinced. But we can enjoy any piece of furniture you want.” His touch wandered a bit further down Mads’s thighs, then back up to her waist.
His hands running along her hips and thighs caused a tingling in her loins that only increased when she felt his cock growing under her. Her eyes closed when he kissed her fingers and her smile grew. “Told you,” she whispered back, her fingers trailing down his chin and lifting it so she could once again capture his lips with her own. Her tongue immediately pushed past his lips to spar with his and she rocked her hips slightly. It lasted for only a few moments, however, because there was a decision to be made. She loved straddling him, her weight holding him down against the cushions of the couch, but the mention of other furniture had her mind wandering to another piece. One that would give her easier access to the man below her. “Is this a hint to let you try the bed?” She breathed, grinning, teasing him with another rock of her hips. “If so, you need to say please.”
Nick let out a deep grumbly sound in teasing protest, his grip tightening briefly on her hips as she moved over him. The tease felt damn good, as did Mads’s mouth, and he definitely wanted more of her. Preferably with fewer clothes on. “My kissing wasn’t nice enough, huh?” he murmured, flashing her an answering grin. Nick nipped playfully at Mads’s bottom lip, his hands finally sliding around to cup her ass. It had been a joke, of course, but he could kiss not-nicely as well and see how she liked that. He claimed her mouth for another deep one, pushing his hips upward to put more pressure between her legs, more heat settling into his lower belly. Nick didn’t want their first time to be on a couch though -- he was far too old and big for that shit -- so he pulled back to catch a breath and half-smiled at Mads again. “Please,” he whispered.
Mads melted into the kiss and let out a muffled sound when he pushed his hips upwards. She had been rubbing against him, and that had been pleasurable, but that extra pressure made her whole body tingle and loins throb. It was the anticipation of what was to come as much as it was the feeling the action caused that garnered that reaction from her. She stared down at him when he released her from the kiss, breathing heavy and cheeks flushed, and smiled. “Mmm the magic word,” she whispered back, kissing him tenderly before sliding off of his lap. Moving toward the bedroom just beyond the kitchen, she curled a finger to coax him to follow.
Her bedroom was about as bare as the rest of the house. There was a dresser and a chair that her uniform was draped over, but the main feature was the queen-sized bed with its green comforter that took up a good chunk of the room. She turned to face him, giving him a seductive smile as she pressed herself against him and slipped a hand under his shirt, fingers touching his stomach. “Clothes. So unnecessary,” she murmured, kissing at his neck.
Nick got up as Mads did, giving his crotch a subtle adjustment and picking up his beer for another swig before he left it on the coffee table and followed her toward her bedroom. He barely saw the decor, or lack thereof, just made note that the bed looked like a good size for two. Nick smiled lazily as Mads got in close again, his skin tingling pleasantly under her touch. That was something he never got tired of, no matter how many times he got laid. Nick ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing her hair back and out of the way as he kissed her temple. “Is that a hint you want them off?” he murmured near her ear before nibbling lightly at the lobe. “Maybe you oughta say please.” Nick ran his hands down the curve of Mads’s back until he found the hem of her shirt to slip his own fingers under. He was kidding, of course ... at least mostly. Mads wasn’t the only one who liked to be asked nicely for things.
The combination of his words and nibbling of her lobe brought out a soft laugh from her. The nibbling tickled and the words… well, those had amused her. Look at him turning her words from before around on her. Mads briefly pondered playfully refusing, but decided it against it; it would only make her have to wait longer for what she wanted - a gorgeous naked man in her bed. “Hm, I suppose that’s fair,” she replied with a smile, kissing along his neck gingerly as her other hand slipped under his shirt and her fingers lightly traced along his waist. “I’d very much like to see these clothes on the floor,” she murmured. “Pretty please?”
Her lips felt beyond nice against his neck, sending pleasurable little tingles down his body. In Nick’s experience, a lot of women skipped this sort of touching altogether and just went straight for the dick, which was unfortunate, because it felt really good to be touched and teased. He grinned at her lack of hesitation to ask him nicely. “Oh, pretty please, huh?” he murmured, amused, as he stroked his own hands against her lower back. “Can’t say no to that, I suppose.” Nick pulled back enough to reach back and pull his long-sleeved shirt off and let it drop to the floor. The gray t-shirt underneath went next, and he shook his hair back out of his face as his fingers fell to his belt. Times like this were when all those hours at the gym really paid off.
Mads took an extra step back so Nick could rid himself of those shirts of his completely unhindered. Her intent was to also start undressing, but the man in front of her was terribly distracting with his toned chest. “Jesus,” she mumbled, biting her bottom lip as she stared. The sight was better than she had imagined. Ugh, did she want to touch and kiss every bit of skin showing. Her gaze followed his hands to his belt and she was suddenly reminded that maybe she should start to undress as well. So she pulled off her own shirt and let it drop to the floor. She left the lacy bra untouched - she may or may not have picked it especially for this evening and she was going to show it off dammit - then went to unbutton her jeans, all the while keeping her eyes on Nick.
That was the kind of reaction that he loved to get, naturally, and Nick couldn’t help but flex his pecs a tiny bit as he got his belt and fly undone. He wasn’t just focused on himself though, because all the skin that Mads had revealed so far looked creamy and soft and perfect. She was in good shape too, and he was looking forward to feeling her bare body against his. Nick hooked his thumbs into his jeans and pushed them down and off of his legs, stepping out and giving them a nudge to push them out of the way. He left his black boxer briefs on for the moment, since Mads hadn’t taken her bra off, though they currently weren’t leaving a whole lot to the imagination. “I like this,” he murmured, as he stepped in closer, one hand coming up to brush very lightly over the lace on her chest. He let her get her own jeans off, then swept his gaze down over her body before he leaned in to kiss her hungrily again, cupping her jaw with both hands.
Her eyes followed his jeans down his legs and slowly moved back up his body to take in the whole image. There was still a little piece of clothing left that needed to be discarded, but Mads was happy he took her hint and decided to leave it on. She wanted to be the one to slide those boxer briefs down his thighs. Undressing yourself made the process to the end goal quicker, but undressing your partner added another layer to the experience that she had no desire to miss. “Good,” she murmured back with a smirk, amused. “Thing cost too damn much not to be liked.” Mads took a moment to trace a hand along his chest, lightly grazing over one of his nipples before returning to the task at hand. Nick’s hungry gaze brought a smile to her lips and she welcomed his kiss with a happy sound. Her hands rested on his sides, gliding over his hips, lower back, ass, and back again. She leaned back slightly, never breaking the kiss as she did so, wordless coaxing him to move with her toward the bed.
There was definitely something worthwhile about peeling the last bit of clothing off of a lover, especially a new one. Like unwrapping a present. So he didn’t mind the lingering presence of matching lacy bra and panties. They were lovely, and while he knew some women always wore matching sets, Mads didn’t seem like the type, so he had to assume she’d had designs on him when she’d gotten dressed to go out. Nick touched her back before they started to move, running his big hands down her neck and shoulders and arms. He allowed himself to be coaxed, shuffling along with Mads and keeping up the kiss as best he could. He grinned a little as the back of Mads’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he bumped lightly into her. He skimmed his fingers down over the curved tops of her breasts and dipped his face in for one more nibbly kiss, then murmured, “Lay back.” Nick wanted to give her body the attention it deserved.
Mads didn’t need to be told twice. She eased down onto the bed though she did not immediately lay back. In her seated position, her face was level to his torso; she couldn’t resist giving his stomach a series of soft kisses. It was a small sample of what awaited him. She continued the kisses for a moment more before settling back onto the mattress, gazing up at him with longing in her eyes and a sweet smile.
Her mouth felt nice against his skin, and Nick carded his fingers through Mads’s hair while she was in close. It was just a tease, he was going to want a lot more of that, but he could be patient for it. Ladies first and all that. Nick got one knee up on the bed as she shifted back, letting his gaze run over her with appreciation. She was hot, there was no denying that. Nick leaned over Mads, bracing himself with one hand at her side while he dipped in to kiss her lips again. He didn’t linger there long this time, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder. Her skin smelled amazing. As he brushed his lips against the upper curve of her breasts, Nick slid his free hand up to pull one lacy bra cup down. With a low hum, he brushed his tongue over her nipple before closing his lips around it to suck.
Of all the intimate touches, having her hair combed through and played with had to be her favorite. It was soothing and sent a series of tingles through her scalp that was sheer bliss. Honestly, she would be content to snuggle up to her lover and have her hair stroked all night - no wayward kisses or touches necessary. Not tonight though. Other nights, when he wasn’t hovering over her admiring the view below him.
Mads tilted her chin up and to the side to allow easy access when his lips began to trail down her neck. Her hand reached out, fingers curling around the arm holding him above her and stroking the skin lazily as his lips moved along her skin. When her neck was no longer being pleasantly assaulted with kisses, she tilted her chin down to watch as he gave the same amount of attention to the curve of her breasts. His tongue flicked her nipple and she let her head fall back onto the mattress once again, eyes fluttering closed. Her free hand slid into his hair, sighing contently as he suckled her breast.
Nick liked all parts of women’s bodies, of course, and maybe it was cliche of him, but he really loved tits. Big or small, that part didn’t matter. They were just so soft and beautiful to him, all of them. So he lingered at Mads’s chest for a while, teasing one nipple before he kissed his way across the valley of her cleavage to the other side. Nick slipped his hand around her to pinch open her bra clasp, and straightened up out of the way to help her get it off. Once it was free, Nick’s mouth found her other nipple, tongue flicking over it as he slid his hand down the length of her body, giving her hip a squeeze. He slipped that touch over her thigh to cup her sex through her panties with gentle pressure.
Nick’s hand slipped around her and she knew immediately what his intentions were. So she arched her back to allow him to easily pinch open her bra clasp and sat up so he could help her take it off. The lacy undergarment ended up in her hand and she unceremoniously tossed it off the bed as she laid back. It flew past his body without touching him and landed onto the floor just beside the bed. No annoying piece of clothing to have to deal with later when they decided to use the full space her mattress provided. Her hand found its way back into his hair, concentrating solely on his tongue teasing her nipple. That was, until she felt his hand trail down her body and settle between her legs then her concentration was on the gentle pressure. She widened her legs, allowing the large warm hand easier access to her.
Like most men, Nick adored his hair being played with. In this sort of scenario, when he was all keyed up and aroused, it sent tingles running down his back, pulling up goosebumps in their wake. It made him crave a harder touch, maybe Mads’s nails scraping over his skin, but all things in good time. He didn’t want to rush anything here. The heat of her against his fingers was tantalizing, and Nick started to rub a little through her lacy underwear, able to feel how her body was already responding to him. Hoping she wasn’t one of those women who didn’t like getting head, Nick pulled his mouth away from her breast to continue to kiss his way down her body. He didn’t bother to take her panties off yet, settling his bulk between Mads’s thighs and glancing up at her face as he kissed her through the thin fabric. She had room to tell him no, but he really hoped she didn’t want to.
She was definitely not one of those women that didn’t like receiving oral. She quite enjoyed the feeling of lips and moist tongue teasing her and was pleased to find Nick wasn’t adverse to giving it. He glanced up, obviously looking for confirmation to continue, and Mads gave him a smile in response. She ran her hands down the length of her body, thumbs hooking into the top of her panties. She didn’t attempt to remove them but lifted her hips slightly, coaxing him to do it for her.
Nestled between a woman’s thighs was one of Nick’s favorite places to be, and the encouragement made him grin lazily. He teased her through her panties for another few seconds before he slid his hands up her hips to grab the elastic and start to ease them down. Or up, rather. Once Nick had gotten the underwear off of her legs, he slipped his hands under Mads’s ass to keep her hips lifted a bit. He pressed a few more kisses against her skin before he parted his lips and slid his tongue against her folds, letting out a soft groan at that first taste.
While the lacy panties hadn't done much to cover her in the first place, their removal brought an added chill to her moist lips that sent a shiver up her spine. They were warmed moments later by kisses and Nick's hot breath. Mads let out a soft groan of her own when his tongue slid along the length of her slit. She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him. He looked good between her legs. Felt good too. She shifted her weight onto one elbow, her free hand finding its way back into his hair.
That moan of hers was what Nick loved to hear. He’d learned pretty early on in his sexual career how to listen to a woman’s cues -- they were all unique, but their bodies would rarely steer you wrong. He let his eyes roll closed again as he explored her with his tongue, giving another deep hum as Mads’s fingers slipped into his hair again. Nick hoped she felt free to direct him however she liked. He could be a selfish lover when his mood called for it, but more often he preferred to give until legs were shaking and he was begged to stop. Nick gave her a couple more of those broad strokes, then closed his lips around her clit to suckle gently.
The sudden attention to her clit brought out a soft whimper from her. “That, yes,” Mads purred softly, petting his hair affectionately as he suckled away on the sensitive ball of nerves. It was the first time she had spoken since they moved to the bed. It was nothing unusual for her. While she wasn’t necessarily a quiet lover, not really, she usually saved teasing quips and loving words for the before and after. She preferred to concentrate on the physical connection between her and her lover; too many words took away from the intensity of the connection. Sometimes, though, words needed to be said, especially when encountering a new lover. Nick didn’t know all the things that drove her wild; it was on her to inform him. “More of that.”
Communication in bed, however briefly, was never a bad thing, and Nick smiled internally even as he kept his lips and tongue busy on Mads. ‘More’ was always a good thing to hear. He gave a soft hum of acknowledgement as he focused on her clit, keeping the pressure gentle to start with. Some women were super sensitive and there was such a thing as too much. Nick flicked at her with his tongue before he sucked again, intent on getting more of those whimpers out of her. His own body was getting a little antsy for attention, but Nick kind of liked to ride that feeling, rocking his hips a bit against the mattress for some friction against his erection. He moved one of his hands from Mads’s ass to slip a finger into her heat, muffling a soft groan against her flesh.
If it was whimpers he was intent to get, it was whimpers he got. The continued teasing of her clit, the brief flick of the tongue followed by another round of suckling, got a few more whimpers out of her and made her legs squeeze in slightly. A near overwhelming heat flooded her body as her crotch throbbed from her arousal. The insertion of his finger caused a soft moan, yet another sensation that would no doubt get her squirming soon enough. She briefly thought about the erection that was going unattended which got her propping herself up a bit more, looking down at him while she stroked his head. “You,” she breathed, letting out another whimper when his sucking grew a slight bit harder. “Need some love too,” she leaned forward even more, her hand trailing down his neck as best it could at the angle she was in. “Lay back. ”
As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, there was no way Nick was going to argue. Mads was nice and wet, the clench around his finger promising, and he was feeling antsy to strip his boxer briefs off and be touched back. He flashed a little grin and flicked his tongue against her one more time before he pushed himself up to rearrange. Nick flopped onto his back next to Mads, letting his gaze roam over her body as he got comfortable, tucking one hand up under his head. “Help yourself, officer,” he murmured with a lazy grin.
With Nick no longer between her legs, Mads repositioned herself. She brought her legs together and curled them under her as she rolled onto her side, propping her upper body up with a single hand. Her eyes roamed his form while she waited patiently for him to get comfortable. She could tell he was doing the same to her; she hoped he liked his view as much as she liked hers. “Don't mind if I do,” she murmured back with a grin of her own. She got on all fours and moved over his legs, straddling him and slowly ascending up his body, kissing him when her face reached his. The fluids from her sex could easily be tasted on his lips, a fact she didn't mind at all. Giving his lips one final lick, she kissed down his body much like he had done to her – the neck, shoulder, a little extra attention to his pecs and nipples, his abs. Mads gave a few extra kisses along the band of his boxer briefs, hands massaging his hips before pulling them down to reveal his erection underneath.
She let out a soft hum of approval. His cock's length and girth, no longer hidden by unnecessary undergarments, was a nice sight. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation; she wanted to feel that moving within her. Patience. Her lips started at the base of his cock, kissing up its length. When she reached the head of his penis, she smiled up at him, fixing her gaze on his while her tongue snaked out and gave the sensitive skin a flick.
Nick very much enjoyed the view while Mads climbed her way over him. He lifted his free hand to lightly let it brush against her side as she moved up to kiss him, not wanting to interfere with her movements in the slightest. He kissed her deep and hungry while she was there, then watched her descent down his body with heavy-lidded eyes. It looked amazing and felt even better, and Nick stroked his fingers through her hair as she kissed his chest and abs. He lifted his hips a bit so she could pull his underwear down, a tiny smirk crossing his face as his cock finally got some air. The size of it was just a blessing of genetics, but the baser part of Nick was pretty smug about his dick. He’d never had any complaints, that was for sure. He inhaled a little sharper as Mads’s tongue first touched him, a throb of pleasure running up his spine, and smiled back at her when she met his gaze. Now that was a beautiful sight, and he stroked her hair again to encourage her.
Her smile widened and she gave the tip of his cock another lick. That quick intake of breath when her tongue ran over him was lovely; she was intent to bring out even more signs of pleasure. She wanted to make him moan, make his breath ragged, have his muscles tighten under her touch. She wrapped a hand gently around his member, moving it so it was standing at full attention in front of her. Her tongue ran over its underside before moving over the head of his penis, her lips encircling the tip and sucking ever so slightly. She hummed softly, knowing the vibration would be felt. The suckling continued for a few long moments before she took more of the throbbing cock into her mouth. While one hand continued to hold his cock upright so she could easily move her mouth over its length, the other glided over his pelvis with fingers kneading into his body gently.
Sometimes there was something about getting a blowjob that was so relaxing. It was like the best sort of massage ... at least at first. If a woman was good, straining muscles and tense pleasure and uncontrolled moaning came later, but the first part could make him feel boneless in such a lovely way. Nick felt like he was melting into the bed a little as Mads started to toy with him, watching her every move with warmth in his eyes. His fingers fell from her hair to stroke over her arm as she touched him everywhere, just enjoying how soft her skin felt. Nick hummed his approval when she took more of him between her lips, and a wave of slow-building pleasure made his thighs tighten up a bit under her. He let out a heavier, unsteady breath after another moment, a low groan following it out of his throat. She looked absolutely gorgeous with his cock in her mouth, and he couldn’t stop staring.
She could feel the tightening of his muscles under her and hear the quickening of his breath as her mouth slid up and down his shaft. The low groan that followed had the corners of her lips lifting into a smile, or as much of one as she was able to achieve with her mouth as full as it was. It was music to her ears and spurred her on to bring out more of those sweet moans out of him. She released him moments later, taking in a deep breath while her hand moved along his cock. Once her lungs had been sufficiently filled, Madison licked along his length before taking him back into her mouth. She glanced up at him every so often, each time seeing him staring down at her with those warm eyes of his. It was wonderful. She gave his dick a few more deep sucks, then glided up his body, her chest and stomach brushing up against his throbbing member as she did so. “Tell me when you’re ready,” she breathed, giving him an affectionate kiss, her pelvis rocking gently against his crotch.
It was heavenly, the perfect pace and pressure to get him really warmed up but not too close to the finish line. Nick wasn’t one to hold back his sounds, and Mads had him moaning every couple of breaths by the time she pulled her mouth off of him. His cock twitched happily at the soft contact of her skin as she crawled back up the length of him. Nick ran both hands down the curves of her sides, giving her hips a squeeze as he gave her a little smirk and then kissed her back. He let out a low, gravelly sound as her body pressed against him, and Nick’s touch wandered further to grip Mads’s ass. “I’m so fuckin’ ready,” he murmured, grinning briefly before he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “You?”
She couldn’t help a soft chuckle at his enthusiastic response. Fuckin’ ready, indeed. “So ready,” she murmured back with a grin. Mads gave him one last kiss before rolling off of him and crawling over to the end table. Dipping her hand into the drawer, she pulled out a condom and unwrapped it, throwing the packaging into the drawer to be dealt with later before closing it shut. She crawled back to her waiting lover and placed the rubber onto him. Now that he was properly sheathed it was time for the main event. She straddled his hips, rubbing her moist sex against his cock. Taking him into her hand, Mads positioned him at her opening and descended, letting out a satisfied sigh as she stretched to accommodate his girth. “God,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
Ah yes, the condom. Nick had brought a few of his own, but they were tucked into the pocket of his jeans, which were too far away on the floor. He enjoyed the view of Mads’s rear end while she dug around in the drawer, and watched her roll the latex down around him without protest. He was fixed and he got tested regularly and all was well, but they could have that conversation later. A condom would make him last longer anyway. Nick felt pretty damn pampered as Mads straddled him again, his hands stroking up her thighs to her hips again. It always felt indulgent to him to let the woman do all the work, but he fully planned on making it up to her before all this was over. He let out a long, slow breath as she eased his cock inside of her, the tight hot grip of her body making his own eyes roll closed. That first thrust was always fucking delicious. Nick pushed his hips up a bit to get as deep as possible, hands caressing Mads’s curves, letting out a soft moan.
A short whimper escaped her lips when he pushed his hips up to get his cock even further inside of her. She remained still for a few moments, letting herself enjoy the fullness within her. The first thrust was always amazing. Mads rested her hands onto his stomach and leaned forward, using him for balance as she moved her hips. She let out a soft moan, his dick slowly moving within her with each rock of her hips. The first thrust was amazing but this, this was wonderful. She gazed down at him with desire in her eyes. God, she wanted to capture his lips with hers and curl her tongue around his. She slid her hands up his chest then over his shoulders so she was resting her palms on either side of his head. She smiled and leaned down, taking his lips hungrily with her own.
Nick could already tell that Mads knew what she was doing up top. Some women were satisfied to just awkwardly bounce, but those rolls she did with her hips told him she knew better. Besides, they felt fucking fantastic. Nick lifted his head off the mattress to meet her mouth, kissing her back with equal fervor. Everything had this slow-burn feel to it, but that didn’t make it any less intense. The change in angle put delicious pressure against his cock, and he groaned against Mads’s mouth, rocking his pelvis in time with hers, his body craving more friction. He pulled one knee up to plant his foot for some better leverage, slow-thrusting deep into her while their tongues tangled together. His hands ran down her back, then back up to pull her body in even closer to his.
The start of the slow, deep thrusts sent a blissful shiver through her body. They felt absolutely incredible. Some men would just rock their pelvis, making her do all the work to get that satisfying friction, but Nick obviously wasn’t one of them and that was fucking delightful. She let her body be pulled down onto his, chest against chest. With her arms free from having to hold her weight up, they moved into his hair, nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Another deep thrust forced her to break their kiss, her head dropping to the side of his as she let out a shaky moan. She kissed at his neck, breathing unsteady, while she rocked her pelvis a bit harder and quicker.