The response

The contemplative silence was starting to get weird for Fredric, Madeline just sat there staring out into the room as she slowly moved her hand up and down his right arm.

As he was thinking of rising to remove the breakfast that they finished she spoke.

“I… I can’t have you going to jail, I’ve just found you” she said with teary eyes that locked to Fredric as she rose from the bed, guiding herself to him as her hands slowly trailed behind him for an embrace.

Before Fredric thought of a way to calm her sudden burst of emotions she hugged him tenderly sitting down on his lap, stroking his hair and holding his head to her just under her chest.

“It might have been a one time thing” he tried to reassure her, confused by her sudden emotional sway from angry to teary sobs. “She might have come to her senses” he said as he continued hearing the woman's sobbing with his cheek pressed against her smooth skin.

“I… Just want you...” she whispered almost inaudibly for herself “...close” she finished while punctuating that word by grinding her moist sex up Fredric's stomach and then down again.

All Fredric got from that was a mumbling and a sob, followed by her leaving a slightly damp trail on his upper body. He got the signal of were she might be inclined to take it and he was still not in the mood.

“I’ll remove the breakfast from the bed” he said, clapping her right thigh gently to indicate that she needs to move off him.

If she got the hint, she didn’t take it, she continued with her line of thought.

“You will need to do what she wants, can’t risk it… I will talk to her, maybe there is a way to make it stop.” she now said with a firmer but still bit shaky voice.

“I do not think you talking to her will do anything, I think I need something on her as leverage or to clear my name somehow” Fredric tried to interject, not entirely sure if she quite understood.

What followed was another long moment of silence, Fredric tried to kindly tell her to move several times, without any change in her embrace. She was still holding him close, seemingly lost in a trance as she continued to gently stroke his back with one hand and running her other through his hair.

He eventually decided that he would wiggle his way out downwards as they sat by the edge of the bed, more hoping that it would prompt her out of her mental lock and less for actual escape.

He wiggled his head down to her soft now slightly pudgy stomach, Madeline’s gentle embrace tightening as she felt her self loosing him, pushing his head onto her harder while her previously relaxed thighs now showed the level of training she had been doing. Holding his shoulders increasingly harder between them.

With one final twist of his shoulder he got his shoulders lose and further down, but what followed was a gasp from Madeline as Fredric’s head now was stuck in a vice and pushed against her sex.

The response Madeline gave was a horny and louder “...close” at the end of the gasp, same as last she time she uttered that word she now ground her wet nether lips up and down his face as she held his head with both her hands and thighs against it.