Author's Note: This story follows the events of
Mads & Nate Once More With Feeling
but is intended to stand on its own.
If this is "plain old vanilla sex" I'll take it.
Madison was thinking of the first night she and Nate were together. She'd meant it as a suggestive joke, implying they would be having a lot of sex. Which they had. Some of it had risen to the level of the "sexy sex" of that night, some not. Madison was not complaining.
All of this went through her mind in the instant before she lost the ability for rational thought. Both hands were clutching the sheets, her back starting to arch off the bed, the frequency of her moans increasing. Madison didn't have to look down to see what Nate was doing. His head was between her thighs, tongue and lips sliding around, and on, her swollen lips and clit. Abandoning the sheets she clutched his head firmly against herself.
Don't suffocate the poor man!
That thought evaporated as the focus of sensation moved up to her breasts. Nate held one comfortably in each hand; he switched from merely holding them to caressing them, concentrating on the nipples.
I swear that man is tonguing the alphabet...
Madison heard someone moan long and hard as her back arched again.
Oh, that's me. I am going to come
so
hard...
And she knew how she wanted to do it. Nate had made it all about her, he had passed on a blowjob, going down on her instead. She wanted to take him with her and Madison knew how to get them there.
"Get up here Mister!"
Someday I'll make it to "Z".
Nate pulled himself up from between her spread thighs and headed North. He knew what she wanted and so dispensed with any detours. To insure he got it right the first time he grabbed his cock and guided it into her in one smooth motion. Lubrication was not a problem. Nate's penetration of her could best be described as urgent, exactly what Madison was looking for. She wanted to be filled
now
.
Before he was even fully inside her the orgasm went off like a bomb. She'd been right about the intensity of it. Madison squeezed her eyes shut and started slapping the bed as if she were a wrestler tapping out. To make sure Nathan didn't take it as a signal to stop, (it had happened before), she said under her breath...
"Don't stop, don't stop, keep going, fuck me".
It would have been impossible for Nate not to want to, the feeling of her squeezing and shuddering around him was just too much. One, two, three thrusts and that was it, he buried himself deep inside her as the floodgates opened. After a few seconds, their bodies relaxed, Nate lowered himself on to her, keeping some of the weight on his arms. He gave her a lingering but soft kiss on her lips. Madison trailed a hand up and down his back, a habit she'd gotten from him.
The term most often used to describe Madison was "cute", but not in an immature sense. It was due to her amazing smile. Her strawberry blond hair was cut in a bob; it couldn't decide just how curly it wanted to be. Nate was an inch taller, trim with broad shoulders and short dark hair. Madison was ever so slightly jealous of the trim part but it escaped him as to why. He'd seen her from all angles.
Nate shifted to one side, his side of the bed, and lay on his back. Madison snagged the covers and pulled them over both of them before repositioning, throwing one leg across his thigh but gently. He felt the sloppy wetness of her and sighed. His ex, Kasey, would have been done with him after her orgasm, disinterestedly waiting for him to finish, be disgusted by the wet and then flee the room. Nate didn't think of Kasey much anymore, Madison had seen to that, and not just because of the sex. She loved him and he her.
OK idiot, tell
her
that!
"I love you Mads", his nickname for her. He put his arm around her, running a hand along her shoulder. She looked up at him, head coming off his chest.
"Love you too Nate", Madison let out a deep sigh, "Damn skippy, that was good". He chuckled. "You good? That worked for you? If not give me a minute to rally and it's your turn".
"Seriously? You couldn't tell?"
"I was a little occupied". Her smile was dead sexy.
"Not one complaint. And I got bonus fun, you've got the best 'O' face. What I could see of it with the tunnel vision and all".
"Oh, go on. No, I mean it, please continue... "
Nate groaned at the old joke and then turned faux serious.
"Uh oh".
She looked at him, waiting for the punch line.
"What?"
"I've got after sex munchies" The couple looked at each other, grins plastering their faces. They spoke in unison.
"Mac and cheese!"
Every couple of weeks Madison and Nate would pick a Friday, order in, stream something and have killer sex. The last became a topic of conversation while waiting for the water to boil.
"You'd think we'd patented sex the way we go at it. Oooh, think of the royalties!", she said.
"We'd make more than Bezos, Musk, Buffett... "
"Jimmy?"
"... Warren and the Sultan of Brunei put together".
"Oh, we could retire, buy an island somewhere warm and just... "
"Fuck like bunnies?" Nate smirked.
"Exactly!"
"I'm picturing what you look like in a swimsuit".
"Think one piece. Sorry to dash any hopes".
"I'd guessed as much and I have no objections Your Honor. Something low in the back though, I think. You know we're still in that early phase of a relationship, right?"
"The 'Honeymoon Phase'?" Madison was needling him, both knew they were riding an emotional high and something permanent was a ways off, if at all. They remained gun-shy from past experience and hadn't even moved in together yet.
Nate gave her the Eye and then switched it up. "You know Mads if you're going to insist on polishing my counter with your ass, you're going to have to get a better class of pj's". She eloquently stuck out her tongue at him.
Madison had developed a habit of sitting on the kitchen island while he cooked. It harkened back to the first time he had her over to dinner. She'd sat there with a glass of wine, her smile illuminating the room.
