Madison woke up with her thighs sticky and her hip joints sore from being spread open most of the night, and she couldn't be happier. She dare not open her eyes because she didn't want reality to ruin the bliss that played in her head, which meant, she didn't want to find the spot beside her empty.
"Are you up? I thought you were but you ain't opened your eyes," his voice washed over her and she smiled.
"I'm up," she said.
"Then why are your eyes still closed?"
"I didn't want to see that you weren't here."
"You're crazy." His lips on hers gave her permission to open her eyes and look at him. He was as handsome as her dreams had depicted, if not more so. She'd never been with anyone like him before, and she wondered what took her so long to find her type. That was it, Diesel Olsen was her type.
"You want breakfast?" she asked, watching his glazed stare as it took in her naked body.
"I sure do," he said. With a serious expression on his face he slid down in the bed until his lips found her already swollen clit. His hands held her still as his lips and tongue slid along her slit, making her thighs shake from fatigue as much as the pleasure that was building inside of her.
"Diesel I need a shower, and I don't think I can take another orgasm." Madison smiled when he looked up at her, his face shiny with her juices.
"Nobody can ever have too many orgasms silly girl," his gaze left hers again and he delved between her thighs once more. Madison gasped as she felt a finger enter her ever so gently. "You want me to stop?"
"I think so, I mean, I was sure before but now I don't know," she closed her eyes tightly as his finger toyed again with her g-spot. Madison didn't think she'd ever met a man with this degree of sexual expertise, she'd gone from never coming to coming in a matter of minutes from the mere press of his dick against her opening.
"So, you don't want me to stop?" His fingers slid in and out of her in tandem with the firm press of his tongue against her clit, and Madison felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She couldn't believe this man existed.
"Nah," she moaned. "Don't stop. Oh my god," a sharp intake of breath tore through her chest in prelude to the surge of a climax that began at her clit and then seized every extremity. Her world went black, and she convulsed, and screamed, grabbed the back of his head. When she came to her head was pounding and she couldn't move.
"Your eyes are closed again," he said, back up beside her, his lips against her ear.
"I'm dead," she said.
"You sure didn't feel like you were dead just a minute ago," he replied. Madison opened her eyes again, squinting against the bright sunlight that streamed into the room. Her eyes found the clock on her bedside table.
"Shit Diesel! It's nearly noon. I was supposed to be in for work an hour ago. My first appointment is in twenty minutes." Madison shot out of bed and her knees nearly buckled.
"You okay?" Diesel asked, sitting up, concern etched across his hard features.
"I'm fine, it's just that I've been fucked every which way all night, I came about ten times, and I didn't get any sleep," she made a beeline to her bathroom, pain shooting through her crotch with every step. She could take the pain because it was a different kind than the average every day run of the mill ache. Her pussy stung but it felt satisfied, well fucked. She'd never had sex like that in all her life. She'd heard her friend's stories time and time again about being fucked into a coma, about not being able to walk for days after, and she'd had no clue what they were talking about and she sure didn't see the appeal of being fucked so much that every step reminded you of the dick you'd had the night before, but she now understood what all the fuss was about.
Diesel had made her body his own. She'd watched him in the twilight of the previous night as he examined her pussy and touched and licked and caressed her all the while watching the reactions she gave. He'd entered her softly when she needed him to enter her softly, and he'd shoved himself forcefully inside of her when she needed to be fucked hard. In the span of a few hours she'd had her back completely banged out, as the expression went, and she had no clue how she was going to keep this man in her bed, and in her life, for that matter. He was a soldier with obligations and issues and she was a therapist with a failed engagement and mounds of baggage.
"You hungry?" She heard him call out from her bedroom.
"Yeah of course, but I don't have time," she called back. She turned on the shower and stepped into the water before it had warmed, but the cold water felt good on her skin and her burning hot pussy. "I'm in love," she said to herself and to the water and the walls and the steam that rose around her. "I'm not in love," she scoffed at herself before laughing at her solo dialogue "I have, however, apparently been fucked out of my mind."
~~
Diesel was nursing some love wounds of his own. His back burned and stung, and in front of the mirror on her vanity he inspected the web of welts on his back made by Madison's fingernails. Battle scars. He pulled on his underwear and went into her kitchen. He searched the cabinets until he found a lone box of Lucky Charms and he poured it and milk into a crystal bowl he found in her dish rack. Soon after, she entered the kitchen still wet and naked, her hair slightly damp.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, wrapping her arms around him, lying her head on his chest.
"Are you crying?" he asked, holding her.
"Yes, I'm so weird. I've never-- last night--listen, nothing like that's ever happened to me. I never usually like sex, and when I do like it, I never have an orgasm." Diesel held her, liking the way her breath felt against his chest.
"Don't cry though, that's a good thing. We had a good night, an amazing night. It was a first for me too," Diesel said as she let go of him.
"A first? You're too good at sex for me to have brought anything to the table that you've never seen before, unless you're talking about bedding a black woman, because if you are--"
"I didn't mean that. I've been with black women before. No, I've never, gotten, you know, that many hard-ons in my life. I'm usually good for about three rounds you know, with about ten or twenty minute intervals in between. But last night, I would come and you would lie there in front of me, and I would look at your breasts, and that pussy," he touched her lightly there when he said the word. "And my dick would get hard again, and then I had to put it inside of you, and every time I did, it was like, this sounds weird or fake, but it was like, my cock had finally found its home!" He laughed, and she laughed, and then playfully tapped him on the shoulder.
"I mean it," he said. "Here," he handed her the bowl of cereal. "You're already late, you might as well eat something."
"Thanks," she said, taking it, looking up at him. Diesel felt something tighten in his chest as he looked at her, his eyes took in every detail, the ink black shine of her long thick hair, the warm brown of her eyes, the shape of her lips. Her skin was chocolate dark with a golden tint to it that made her look like some unearthly light shined just below its surface. He liked how she stood here before him now naked with no hint of shyness. Other women he knew would have been hesitant to allow him to see them fully naked in the daylight, even after he'd made love to them. Madison's comfort in the nude could, however, be attributed to the confidence that she would be crazy not to feel with a body like hers. Her breasts, though on the larger side were perky and round, her nipples small and surrounded by the faint circle of her areolas which were a shade or two darker than her skin. Her hips were narrow but shapely, and her legs went for miles. He remembered how they felt wrapped around his waist, and his dick hardened for what had to be the eleventh time in almost as many hours.
"Make yourself a bowl," Madison said. She sat at the bar that spanned the far wall of her kitchen.
"Not hungry," he said sitting beside her. "Listen, about what I did last night--"
"Forget about it, Diesel. I'm the typical straight laced scholar with a hidden wild side. You breaking in and taking me like that made me so hot. It fulfilled a fantasy that I never even knew I had. You're so--manly. I like the way you possess me. I mean, I am an independent strong woman but I like the way you always seem to know what I want before I do. You make my heart beat so fast."
"You make my breathing slow down," Diesel said simply.
"What?" Madison asked, a smile playing on her lips.
"Nothing, I don't know why I said that."
"No, tell me Diesel."
"You're going to be late Dr. Attard." Diesel stood and turned away from her, his mind racing suddenly. "Can I take a shower?"
"Sure, take your time. I'm going to get going. Remember, though, you have an appointment to keep with your therapist."
~~
Diesel drove around Reno with Led Zeppelin blasting from the speakers of his rental trying to sort through the conflicting thoughts warring for dominance in his head. He wanted to skip town. The thought had occurred to him over and over since he left Madison's apartment. He'd driven to the turnpike three times so far, tempted to take it as far as he could in whatever direction seemed right to him, but then the thought of going AWOL would send his car back toward town, back toward the Redmond Medical Center for his appointment with Madison at 3 p.m. It was nearly 2:30 now, and he needed to be on his way there now if he were going to make it in time.
He stopped at a corner store and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and a 40 ounce that he tipped to his lips as soon as he cleared the doorway. He smoked and drove as carefully as he could manage in the direction of the medical center, the warmth of the alcohol making his arms feel weak. In the parking lot he sat, smoking and drinking, thinking. Going AWOL wasn't the only thing keeping him within the city limits. Madison had gotten under his skin in a way that no woman ever had. She made him want to live, she gave him hope, she made him dream. He didn't need that. He needed to stay focused and business minded. Going to Germany was his first step before he would undoubtedly be sent back to Iraq, if he were lucky. He'd heard mutterings from his peers about possibly being sent to Afghanistan, where the situation had become a lot more grim than that in Iraq. He didn't mind going there. He'd made a decision to join the Marines and he if he was needed there, he had no qualms about going--if he had nothing keeping him here. If he had nothing to live for. Meeting Madison had given him misgivings, made him long for a normal life where he could make her his girlfriend and make love to her every night and every morning, where he could watch her emerge from the shower wet and beautiful and sweet. He didn't have a normal life, however. He was a glorified nomad with good pay and benefits. He was a hero in the public eye because of the things they thought he did, not the things he did in actuality in the foreign lands he visited where the rules were warped or non-existent.
