I know, right?

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Madison wrapped her arms around Ross and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, she gave him a goofy grin.

"I've been waiting all night to do that," she said playfully. "Now go sit down. You're exhausted and I think I can help."

As she disappeared into his kitchen, Ross wearily did as she said. The adrenaline had worn off and suddenly he could hardly keep his eyes open. He laid back on his couch and sighed, closing his eyes.

Ross was already half asleep when he was stirred from slumber by soft hands on his face. "What're you doing?" he slurred.

"Do you like it?" came the soft reply. He nodded and opened his eyes to see Madison kneeling in front of him. She was running her fingernails lightly across his cheeks, nose, and lips. It felt very good, and he told her so.

"Good," she said. "Now just lean back, close your eyes, and let me make you feel good."

Ross didn't need any more urging. The light, wonderful tickling sensation continued as he drifted in and out of consciousness. It was on his scalp, then his chest (did she take off his shirt?), then his arms. At one point he thought she was straddling him and his eyes fluttered half-open.

Madison was on top of him, eyes closed, undulating slowly. She was positioned so that her weight was on the couch, but her chest and torso were lightly rubbing against Ross through her top. He let his head fall back again and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Ross felt something slowly pulling him back to waking life, like a submarine surfacing from the inky depths of the sea. An exhilarating vertigo came upon him as if gravity stopped for a fraction of a second, then he was back on the couch. He opened his eyes to see Madison. She was on top of him, still gyrating and running her hands across his body.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased.

Ross yawned and stretched. He felt pressure and realized he had an enormous erection, which was currently pressing against Madison's inner thigh through their clothes. His eyes shot open and he began apologizing immediately.

"Bro, I got you," she said with a chuckle. "I'm your girlfriend, remember? I wouldn't be a very good girlfriend if I couldn't give you a boner."

"How long was I out?" he asked blearily.

"About eleven hours," she answered. "You were pretty tired."

It took him a second to realize the implications. "And you've been doing this the whole time?"

"Mmhmm," Madison said pleasantly. "Golems don't need sleep, remember? After the night you had, I wanted to do something nice for you."

Now that Ross was more alert, he realized that he was incredibly horny. Apparently Madison could tell, because she gave him a sultry look and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Looks like someone's ready to christen our new relationship," she purred.

"Yeah," he said thickly.

Madison laughed at his response. "Not very eloquent first thing in the morning, are you? Now you get to decide where we go next."

"Uhh... foreplay?" he said and she laughed again.

"I meant literally! We could stay here, or go to your bed, or do it against the front window if you want. And you don't need to worry about foreplay. That's one of the little enhancements I added."

"Then I guess let's go to my bed," he said. She nodded and stood, taking his hand in hers and leading him into the bedroom.

"I thought you had to obey me," Ross said as he wiped his eyes. "You're kind of bossy for a servant."

She laughed once more, a light, joyful sound that sent chills down his spine. "I'm not your servant, I'm your girlfriend. Just because I'll obey you, doesn't mean I won't take charge when the situation calls for it. Now sit down."

Madison put one hand on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. She began a sensual dance, moving her hips in circles and running her hands up and down her body. Her nipples stood out under her shirt and Ross's eyes came to rest on her perfect breasts. She slipped a single strap off of her shoulder and down her arm with a wink. Her cleavage deepened to the point that Ross could see just a hint of areola hiding under the flimsy fabric. He grunted involuntarily and put his hands on her hips.

She gasped with pleasure at his touch, her curves rising and falling under his palms. She put a hand on her almost-exposed breast and pushed it upwards, the supple flesh yielding like a ripe plum. Ross put his hand out and she pressed it to her chest, moaning with pleasure as his palm conformed to her curves.

That's just dirt, Ross thought with wonder, then Madison was kissing his chest and neck. She put her lips on his right nipple and bit down just slightly, flicking the tip with her tongue. His left leg jerked involuntarily and he let out a groan. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "I almost came."

Madison flashed him a knowing expression. "I'm surprised you made it this far," she said, and suddenly her pants were off and she was working his belt buckle. In one motion, she pulled off his pants and flung them against the wall. Her eyes focused on his tented boxers and flashed with an insatiable hunger.

Ross ripped off his boxers as she gracefully shed her jeans and then she was on top of him and he was in her and it felt like he couldn't breathe, she was pumping and pumping and her tits were bouncing and his hands were on her hips, her hips were smooth and round. Suddenly every muscle in his body locked in concert and Ross was spurting like he never had before, eyes clenched shut and fistfuls of comforter in either hand, and the Madison-thing was moaning with him and he felt her insides and knew that this was a miracle. She was a miracle, she was his miracle, and he let out a protracted, shuddering breath.

His hair was wet. Why was his hair wet? It was sweat, Ross realized. He laughed hoarsely. Madison looked at him quizzically, then she laughed too. They broke into joyous, unrestrained laughter, Madison falling forward with her hands on either side of his head. Her hair tickled his face and her nipples tickled his chest and he was still inside her, his flaccid cock twitching for more even though he had never felt so spent in his life. When their laughing fit died down, she slid off of his shaft and laid next to him.

Ross stared into Madison's beautiful blue eyes and she stared back. An indeterminate amount of time passed.