Unconditional

She stamps her foot and I almost chuckle at the beginnings of this tantrum. “How am I being a brat because I want to stay here?”

“Because that’s not how it works!” I snap. “It’s not how any of this works.”

“And that means…?”

I drop my head into my hands and sigh. “Things are different between us and you living with me while we explore whatever this is…may not be the best idea.”

Her bottom lip trembles and she wraps her arms around herself, rubbing her arms, and I wish I could have her back in mine. “How can you say that?”

“Because I don’t want to get you pregnant for one. And the way we’ve been going at it the last week, if we keep this up, you’ll be knocked up by graduation. We aren’t using condoms and nothing is a hundred percent effective. I just mean…this much access to each other m

ight be…dangerous.”

She crosses her arms, defiantly. “And the second thing?”

“I don’t regret where we are or how we got here. But we need space to navigate this. Living together this early on in our relationship…is just too soon.” I trail off, and my eyes roam around my bedroom. Maddie’s room is just down the hall and yet it’s as if all of her stuff has moved into my bedroom. Her charger on the other side of my bed. Her laptop on my nightstand. The hair ties and pins from her dance buns that litter every surface of my room. She’s even left her toothbrush in my bathroom despite the fact that she has her own down the hall. “I’ve never lived with a woman. For years I just had…Well, you. But living with you now is different.”

“Like…moneywise?” She winces. “You’ve never let me have a job but I can get one.”

She can’t be fucking serious. I roll my eyes and move off the bed to pull her in my arms. “When have I ever not taken care of you?”

“Well, it was different before…” I wince. “Before I was a dependent and now, I’m an equal…” She trails off as a blush paints her cheeks, like she isn’t sure if that’s true. “I can…pay for things,” she squeaks, and if I wasn’t so pissed off at her questioning my willingness to take care of her, I’d find her comment endearing.

I grip her jaw and her cheeks turn even pinker. “It’s not different in that regard. I’ll always take care of you. You’ve never needed to worry about money before and you still don’t, okay? Now, I don’t want to talk about that again.” I tell her and she nods knowing not to push me. “It’s different because it is. I shouldn’t have to say this, but our relationship isn’t what it was. I know Maddie, the young girl who I met years ago. And now, there’s this woman, who I want to be with…” I pause and shoot her a hard glare. “I have to think of you as two different people, Maddie, or I won’t be able to live with myself. I can’t treat you the same way I’ve treated you in the past. We’re transitioning into new roles in each other’s lives and I think it’ll be harder under the same roof.”

She lets out a breath and her lips form a pout, but at least she’s not crying. “I guess I can stay with Margie.”

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep when a warm, wet feeling engulfs my lower half. I’m vaguely aware that I’m naked, after spending the better part of the evening fucking the life out of Maddie and that was before I pinned her down and made love to her until she couldn’t breathe. The tears leaked out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks as I professed that nothing would change between us if she moved. We didn’t break contact once as Christmas Eve turned into Christmas Day and now, I wonder if we are gearing up for round whatever.

It’s pitch black when my eyes open, and sure enough, I feel weight on top of me and hands on my chest. “Fuck.” I groan when I find her hips. I’m not inside of her, she’s rubbing herself against my dick, essentially using me to get off. My dick is hard and resting against my stomach as she rubs against me, letting me slide between her lips to rub her clit. “Baby, let me get the lights.” I turn on my lamp on the nightstand illuminating the room and she winces at the flood of light. I lick my lips, seeing her bare tits, her nipples pebbling and begging to be sucked. I trail my gaze down her stomach to where my cock is pressed against her cunt and my mouth drops open at the erotic sight. Her lips are stretched on either side of my dick and I can see that my cock, that’s leaking precum from its head is already glistening with her juices.

I swallow, and all I want to do is impale her on my dick. I’m about to suggest doing just that when she opens her mouth. “I was thinking…” she whispers. She bites her bottom lip, and for a second, I’m so concentrated on that juicy fucking lip I want to bite that I forget she is still talking. “About what you suggested earlier?”

“I’m sorry baby, what did you say?”

“About…umm…sixty-nineing?” In the light of the room, her cheeks are almost bright red, and under any other circumstances, I might ask her what about this makes her so nervous. And maybe later…way later…four orgasms later, I’ll do that. But right now, all I care about is getting her pussy on top of my face.

“Get up here,” I demand. I’d gone down on her no more than two hours ago. Her sweet, tangy flavor is still in my mouth, and yet I was fiending for another taste. I am so starved for that feeling of her quivering around my tongue when I suck her clit into my mouth, I am practically salivating. I want her to ride my face, take the orgasm and whatever else she wants from me all while she’s gagging on my cock. Taking more than she can handle as I fuck her mouth, bucking my hips against those pink, wet lips that never fail to make me lose control when she wraps them around me.

She does as she’s told and just when she settles, with one leg on either side of my head, I grab her ass, bringing her lower. “Don’t be nervous,” I mumble against her pussy that’s already wet from her earlier rubbing. I press my lips to her sex, sliding my tongue between her folds and flicking her clit once with my tongue causing her to cry out. She grabs ahold of my cock and squeezes hard as the lust ebbs and flows through her. “Lick the tip, but don’t put me all the way in your mouth, Maddie. Just rub it against your tongue,” I tell her, wanting her to taunt and tease me, while I wring as many orgasms out of her sweet tiny body before I erupt down her throat. She does as she’s told, and I go in for the kill. Spreading her cheeks and digging my nails into the soft flesh as I lap at her sex indulging in her sweetness that tastes like home. Her arousal flows out of her, and I miss some of it as it trickles down my chin and onto my chest.

Of all the women I’ve been with, Maddie undoubtedly gets the wettest. She’s the most responsive. The most eager to please. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a lover. She craves her own orgasm, chases it, tells me what she wants, and I’m thanked for my efforts with the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever witnessed.

Orgasms that she’s dying to have every time. Not to mention, she has this incredible need to give me one as well. Whether with her mouth or her pussy or her asshole, all three of which I’ve claimed as mine. A need so great it almost rivals my need to have one which is nothing I’ve experienced before her.

After the first time, where she really opened up to me, I wondered if it was her age and the fact that I was the only man she’d ever been with. Or the mere fact that I’m me, and she’d always wanted to please me whether it be with good grades or good behavior. She craved my praise in all walks of life, so it was no surprise that she craves it in the bedroom now that our relationship had changed. But the more time I spend with her in this intimate setting, the more I realize how sexual of a person Maddie is in general. Although at times she’s nervous and timid, she slowly transforms into a siren who craves an orgasm like her next breath the second I touch her.

A grip on both thighs alerts me that she’s close. Already. I insert two fingers into her pussy as my tongue floats upwards to rim her tight hole. I circle it once before probing it gently, and she loses it.

Her hold on my cock tightens and she sucks hard once before letting me fall from her lips. “Oh my God, Cal!”

“That feel good, baby?” I murmur against her cheek as I kiss and nibble at her through her orgasm, all the while I continue to pump two fingers in and out of her.

“So good, please don’t stop!” she whimpers. Her legs shake and I feel her pussy clench and relax around my fingers as she drops her face to my groin. A sigh leaves her lips at the very end right before she whispers, “again.”

I smile against her, pleased that her body is as desperate to continue the high as I am to give her another one. I flick her swollen clit with my finger. “You’re so fucking wet.” My lips, chin, neck, and the top of my chest are covered in her juices and I want more.

“I want us to come together next time.” She turns slightly but I can’t meet her gaze. “Tell me when you’re close.”