They sat for a long while in silence. His eyelids were drooping lethargically when she asked, “Are there other kinds of sex clubs?”
He chuckled. Yep, his sexually curious little monster would definitely have him pawing her like an animal in record time. “There are the ones that Kellen prefers.”
She tilted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “What is Kellen into anyway?”
“His nickname didn’t give it away?”
“Cuff? Don’t you call him that because he wears those leather cuffs on his wrists?”
“That’s exactly why we call him Cuff.”
She looked completely perplexed—her forehead furrowed and lips pursed. As adventurous and sexy as the woman was, he loved these glimpses of her innocence. She was losing a bit of the quality as her eyes opened to experiences beyond the ordinary, but he doubted she’d ever completely lose her basic purity, and he didn’t want her to.
“He loves to restrain a woman so she can’t resist all the dirty, kinky things he does to her body,” he whispered in her ear.
Madison shuddered against him. “Oh! Does he spank them?”
“If they ask nicely.”
“I want you to do that to me,” she said.
Adam visualized her with her arms restrained behind her back and her legs secured spread so that her scrumptious ass and sweet pu**y were exposed to his delight. He could lick and suck on her for hours, and she wouldn’t be able to get away or tempt him into taking her quickly. He doubted he’d spank her at all. Even if she asked nicely. He nibbled gently on her ear, as if blood wasn’t surging into his c**k at the thought of her bound and at his mercy. “If that’s what you want.”
She nodded eagerly.
“But not tonight. Tonight I get to be gentle with you.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stand it, Adam.”
“Why not?”
She took a deep breath. “Because . . . Because when you’re tender with me, I get so overwhelmed with emotion that I’m likely to burst into tears.”
His heart twisted unpleasantly. He wasn’t sure how he’d react if she cried during sex. “Happy tears?”
“Yes, happy tears.”
“Then that’s okay. I’ll kiss them away. I love you.” Those three words were becoming easier to say, but he meant them a little more with each passing moment.
Madison turned around to face him, kneeling between his thighs. She cradled his face in her hands and touched her nose to his, her eyes drifting closed. “Is this real?” she asked. “I’ve dreamed of you saying you love me so many times, I’m worried that I’m dreaming.”
Normally if a woman had said something like that, he’d be reaching for his clothes and bolting for the door, but this was Madison. She wouldn’t hurt him. It was okay to love her. Okay to tell her.
“If you’re dreaming, then I’m dreaming too,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone I love them.”
Her eyes opened, and her pupils adjusted as she focused on him. “No one? Not even family?”
“No one,” he said.
She looped her wet arms around his neck and pressed her br**sts into his chest. “Then I think you need to say it some more. Just so you get used to it. Think of it as therapy.”
He chuckled. “I love you.”
Her fingers burrowed into his hair. “Again,” she whispered.
“I love you.” It felt good to let her know. He could say these things when they were alone together. He wouldn’t want others to recognize his weakness, but if only she knew, that was okay.
“Again.”
“I love you. Your turn.”
She stared intently into his eyes and said, “I love you.” She didn’t look away for several moments and then out of nowhere said, “I wonder what it feels like to have a pierced c**k rubbing inside you.”
“Woman,” he said, “you had better stop thinking about having sex with my band. First Kellen and now Owen?”
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of having sex with anyone but you.”
Though his dick was hidden beneath the churning water, there was no doubt where she was directing her pointed look. His balls tried to crawl up into his pelvic cavity. “Absolutely not, Madison.”
She stuck out her lower lip and blinked her beguiling blue eyes at him.
“That look will get you diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my c**k pierced.”
She laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to imagine what it feels like. And I bet it makes giving blow jobs a challenge.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “You’ll have to ask one of Owen playthings. I’ve never blown him.”
She grinned crookedly. “Have you ever done anything sexy with another guy?” she asked, rubbing her br**sts against his chest. For f**k’s sake, was she getting turned on by thinking of him with another man?
“No, I’m not into guys.”
“Would you like to see me do something sexy with another girl?”
Whoa. What in the hell had he awoken in this once sheltered woman? And why was he so glad to have corrupted her innocence? “Such as . . . ”
“Kissing?” She had the same expression on her face that she wore when she questioned him in a counseling session—all serious and attentive.
“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss a girl.”
“Playing with each other’s br**sts?” She cupped her perky tits and rubbed her thumbs over her ni**les. “Licking them?” Her tongue traced her upper lip, not in an intentionally seductive way, but as if she was imagining the best way to use it on another woman.
Welcome back, raging hard-on. Where have you been for the past five minutes?
“That would be sexy,” he said, his breath already hitching with excitement.
She glanced up and caught his titty-roaming gaze. “Would you rather watch another woman eat me out or me eat her out?”
Both scenarios played in his mind, and he found that an easy question to answer. “You eat her, so I can f**k you from behind while I watch.”
Her hand slid from her breast and into the water. He couldn’t see what she was doing clearly, but he was pretty sure she was exploring the folds of her sex.
“Does a woman’s cum taste like a man’s?” she asked.
How the hell would he know? He’d never tasted his own, and he sure as hell had never tasted another dude’s.
“I don’t think so.”