Madison

Then Madison, in her low, confident voice, asked the question:

"Who do you want first?"

Joey's eyes flicked wide. For a moment, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Pale. Frozen. Madison wondered if she'd pushed too far, too fast. Maybe she should have let him take the lead. Hadn't Jake given her that advice soon after she had come to realize how much she needed Joey in her life?

But then, like the dawn after a dark night, he began to grin.

Slow. Crooked. Full of mischief, and deliciously self-assured. Her heart seized.

"Madison."

Hearing her name from his lips was a thunderclap in her chest.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. He'd picked her. Joey Granger had picked her.

First!

Pulse roaring in her ears, she stared at her Joey. This perfect, flawless man—her boyfriend, her everything—had picked her. Madison Ashford. Queen of South Point High, sure, but still... too dumb to know what she really needed until Joey had explained it.

And thank God that he had.

She needed him like lungs needed air.

And now, he had chosen her.

She didn't wait. Didn't hesitate. Her body moved before her brain could catch up.

Madison rushed forward, arms slipping around his neck, mouth crashing against his, a tsunami of affection. She kissed him like she might fall apart if she didn't. Kissing Joey was the only thing keeping her from coming undone.

He kissed her back. Oh, God, he kissed her back.

The room around them disappeared. There were other people—Aynsley, Eliza, Bianca, even his mother—but they might as well have been ghosts. Background noise. Joey's hands were on her waist, sliding under her shirt, and Madison couldn't think of a single reason to stop him.

Her fingers clutched at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, breathing fast. He helped her—of course he did—and tossed it aside.

She pressed against him, chest to chest, heart to heart, her hands exploring his bare skin like it was sacred, like it had been sculpted for her.

She couldn't stop kissing him. Didn't want to. In his kiss she could feel her future, her safety. In his kiss she wanted to live forever.

"You're so perfect," she whispered against his lips. "You're everything I ever wanted. I just… I'm sorry that I didn't realize it until you explained it."

His hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.

She moaned—low and needy—as her shirt came off next, and the air touched her bare skin. She didn't care. She wanted him to see her. Wanted him to claim her.

Their hips pressed together.

She heard herself whimper softly.

His fingers found the waistband of her skirt. Hers were already fumbling with his belt.

They were breathing hard now, tangled together, stumbling toward the bed like animals drawn by heat. His skin was warm under her palms. He tasted like something sinful. Something right.

Her bra was half-off, hanging by one strap. She didn't fix it.

Joey's lips moved to her neck and she arched into him, letting him feel every inch of her body's answer to his touch.

She was his. Completely. Irrevocably.

They landed on the edge of the bed, half-clothed and burning.

She didn't care that the others were watching. Let them. Madison knew they would be supportive of her. This was something they could celebrate together.

So let them watch.

Her voice was ragged when she spoke, trembling with pleasure and pride and worship.

"I love you," she breathed into his ear. "You're everything, Joey. You're the one."

And as he kissed her again, deeper, his hands sliding lower, Madison Ashford knew she would never belong to anyone else.

Holding onto her lover, Madison rolled him over until he was on his back and she on top. Then, with great effort, she let her lips leave his, sitting up, straddling him. Locking eyes with her man, she slipped her bra off, tossed it aside, then brought his hands up to her breasts.

She moaned. Not just in the pleasure of being touched, but by the pleasure of knowing that it was Joey Granger touching her. His hands, the hands of the man she loved, were the best possible hands to be kneading her breasts, because they were on the best possible man for her. How had she ever gotten so lucky?

Her hands slipped down and, while never letting her eyes leave his, quickly removed her now soaking panties. Then her hands found Joey's underwear.

"Please," she begged, pausing with his hands on her breasts, her hands on his waistband.

"Yes," he permitted.

Immediately, but reverently, Madison pulled his boxer-briefs down and tossed them aside.

And then she saw it.

Joey's beautiful penis.

It was erect. Joey Granger's penis was erect for her, a woman who was so dumb that if it hadn't been for Joey taking the time to explain things to her, she would have missed out on all of this. She was in heaven, but was fully cognizant that she might have remained in purgatory.

Experimentally, she brought her left hand forward and touched it. It was hot. It was perfect. She slid herself forward just enough, lifted herself up, then relaxed.

And Joey Granger entered her.

Her eyes closed. Perfection. She could hear the women in the room sigh as she began to gyrate slowly on her man. Not in jealousy, but in satisfaction. Joey's hands left her breasts and found a new home on her hips, holding her tightly to him. Taking that as a cue, Madison leaned forward and once again brought her lips to Joey's, but now she combined that with her hip thrusting.

If there was any moment of time in her life that was better than that one, Madison could not recall it.

Her moaning continued, louder, into Joey's mouth. He was thrusting into her now, matching her rhythm perfectly. It was as if they had been created to be lovers, and had finally begun to live our their destiny.

Deeper and deeper he thrust. Madison's heart was a wild horse, galloping, sprinting. She could feel herself growing hotter and hotter as Joey taught her what it meant to be his woman. She had never orgasmed through penetration before, but soon she could feel growing inside her, then doubling, then tripling. It wouldn't be long before she erupted.

But Joey beat her to it. It was, in fact, his release that pushed her over the edge. It felt like a flood of cum shot into her needy vagina, and the knowledge of where it had come from made Madison scream his name.

"Joey!" she screamed as she shook with pleasure, waves of orgasm washing over her, threatening to carry her away. She allowed it. Why fight? Her man had given her a gift.

Madison collapsed onto her man, shaking, softly kissing his face. Inside, she could feel his penis begin to deflate. That was fine. While their lovemaking hadn't been the longest sexual experience in her life, it was certainly the most passionate. She wasn't sure if she had it in her for another round.

Of course, if Joey wanted her to, she would find a way.