Chapter 21: Bonus- Operation Maddox Complete

April 2044

Dinner, was a complete disaster… the conversation was awkward beyond anything I'd ever experienced and that's saying something considering I'd recently sat down with my parents and told them I had threesomes with a chick and some pimply face dude. It was very apparent now that Phil couldn't stand me, Tara thought I was a fool… and, just for the record, I now knew I was allergic to shrimp. Itching, with red and swollen feet, we drove back to La Push alone.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed as town grew closer.

"I'm an idiot, I totally ruined the night."

"Madd, no night could be ruined with you… especially in that dress." He placed his hand on my thigh his heat soaking through the satiny material of my dress and all the itching, the remorse and the throbbing pain in my feet disappeared.

I moved closer, running my nose along his jaw, kissing the corner of his mouth. He turned his face towards me, sliding his tongue along the crease of my mouth before turning back towards the road. I gasped, my heart racing from the electricity of his physical contact.

I brought his hand back to my thigh wriggling till my dress was now barely concealing my underwear. I parted my legs a bit, guiding his hand towards my center which had grown wet from our kiss. He needed no more cues. He grinned using his pinky and ring finger to push aside the skimpy underwear I shouldn't have bothered wearing and running his thick finger along my crease.

"Can we… go to your place now?" I whispered in his ear, running my hand down his chest, resting on the button of his jeans as he continued to skillfully play with me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, so so so sure," I moaned as he sped up, racing towards town. When we reached his house, he practically ripped me out of the car, holding me to him and busting through the front door. My chest heaved in excitement, pressing against his at inconsistent tempos.

"You really want me," he asked smiling at me gently.

"Really, really," I sighed. He ran his hand down my back gripping my bottom hard in his huge hand. He walked with me in his arms and stopped in his room, placing me gently on the bed where he kneeled down, removing my shoes with care. My feet sang, no longer stuffed inside the deathtrap they called shoes and he kissed each foot, gently massaging the arch as he kissed the tops of my feet lovingly through the material of my thigh-highs. With a precision that reminded me he had done this many times, he undid the clasps on my garter slowly rolling them down and kissing his way back up my legs, which I spread eagerly.

"I want you so bad," he spoke against my mound, his hand traveling up my body to gently tug at the zipper of my dress which lay on the side under my underarm. His hot fingers brushed down my side as he went, his lips kissing my clit through the lacy material of my underwear. I trembled when his fingers reached the end of the zipper, and without warning I shot up out of the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing my hip and holding me still as I shivered like a leaf; the anticipation was so intense I couldn't stop shaking. I was scared. Everything had come down to this and now I was scared.

"I'm scared," I whispered softly and like lightning, he zipped my dress back up and the disappointment in my stomach became nagging.

"No! I don't want to stop!" My voice was hoarse though I didn't know why. My hands shook as I undid the zipper again.

"If you're scared we can wait till it feels right," he said. I shook my head.

"This does feel right… I just can't believe this is happening." He nodded in understanding, biting his lip as I worked on the buttons of his shirt, slipping it off of him slowly. My dress was slipping and with a smirk he leaned in, kissing me and tugging at it gently so that it fell past my hips. He took a step back looking at me hungrily, I blushed following his eyes as they paused on my breast which were almost bursting out of my skimpy bra.

"It doesn't have to be happening if you're not ready," he said firmly though his hand was settled gently on my hips, pulling me towards him.

"I'm ready, more than ready. I'm just scared you won't… I won't be any good at it."

"I promise I'll go slow," he said evenly and there was no more need for words. I nodded and he kissed me, removing my bra as I worked the buttons of his jeans. His skin felt like warm silk, and I ran my fingers along the smooth flat skin below his belly button.

He laid me out on the bed, removing his jeans to stand naked before me, I had seen most every part of his naked but never all at once, it was a completely different experience.

I panted, my stomach twisting in knots as he removed the last bit of material still clinging to me. Solace lifted my knees, spreading my legs slowly as he urged himself forward in silence before carefully entering me. I stretched to accommodate him crying out as he stilled, pressing against my g-spot.

"Arghh!" The guttural moan was so strong, I vibrated and he gasped, falling forward on the bed till his lips pressed on my bare shoulder.

He didn't move holding himself up with one hand while the other gripped at my hip making five indents in the flesh there. I turned my face inhaling his glorious scent straight from the source, his muscled neck. Solace was stiff above me, entirely concentrated, his face a total mask, unreadable.

"Breathe Solace," I urged him. His chest had not moved and when I spoke he released a gust of air, pumping up into me slowly, the slight curve of his member hitting the perfect spot yet again so that I shuttered and moaned. He froze again turning his face till our mouths were a millimeter away, I strained to reach them and he spoke against my lips, the warmth of his lime-scented breath entrancing me.

"Is this okay?" He asked. I nodded, not trusting my ability to make words as he pressed more firmly. He pulled out, slowly rocking back into me till he was completely inside and my body was screaming for more. I bucked up and against him when he sluggishly pulled out of me again and, as if he had needed that confirmation to begin, he took my mouth with his, increasing the speed and force of his movements. I met him with every thrust, using the hard mattress as support.

He arched his body to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine till I called out loudly when his large middle finger made a lazy circle around my clit. His tongue set a strategic trail down my body making tiny circles on my collarbone, down the middle of my breast stopping at my protruding nipple which he sucked into his mouth roughly, his teeth scraping against the top and bottom of my sensitive area. The stinging sensation of his teeth on my breast, his steady pumps bumping against my spot and the tight circles his finger made around my bundle, brought me over the edge within minutes and I screamed locking my legs around him, holding him in place.

Solace continued to work my nipples, running the tip of his tongue around them then blowing soft burst of air, though he removed his finger from my clit allowing me to come down ever so slightly from this heightened sense of pure euphoria. He pulled out when my frantic moaning ceased, pulling my limp body up to kiss. His soft lips, the gentleness of his tongue, the thrill of finally being with him, finally experiencing the beauty of physical love with Solace revitalized me.

I launched myself at him; pushing him in a sitting position against the headboard which I held onto as I positioned myself above him. He grabbed my ass hard pulling me onto his stiff member, the reentrance made us both groan and before I had regained my composure, he used his grip on my backside to urge me forward.

"You are so perfect," he whispered against my shoulder, I sighed rocking back against him slowly.

I could feel him twitch inside me as I clenched, holding him within me as I moved my knees to a better position. He throbbed, so large that he filled my cavity completely, vibrating against my walls. He gripped me harder as if I would bolt out of the room any second. I had yet to recover from the full body experience of my orgasm, my chest still heaving from the effects, but the need in his eyes made me desperate to bring him to a close too.

"Is this okay?" It was my turn to ask uncertainly. My body was telling me what to do, what it wanted but I had no real experience, I had no idea what kind of things Solace liked.

"Um hmm," he grunted, the air expelled from his nose tickling my neck. I rocked faster with the guidance of his hand on my butt and once I did, he released it, slapping me gently on the tingling flesh, making me squeal. He grinned, the biggest brightest grin I'd ever seen on his face before I tightened around him, releasing more wetness. The force of my second orgasm, which had not built slowly but snuck up on me with immense passion, left me panting and weak.

Solace used the back of my knees to lift me off of him, so that I was facing the headboard, my hands clinging to the top. He repositioned himself behind me and my hands instinctively went flat against the wall for support. I braced myself on the wall and with his hand he gently slid his tip from my clit to my hole coating it before the slight upward curve of his penis pushed into me and we cried out together.

I felt faint, so many different sensations attacking me from every corner, but the dominant feeling was love.

"I love you!" I cried out as soon as my brain, now awash with a million different thoughts, processed this. He dug his fingers into the base of my hair and tugged it back, pulling with every thrust. My whole body was on fire.

"I love you—so much, Maddox."

I closed my eyes as the continuous pressure of his member and his hold on my hair began to build tension in the pit of my stomach. His tongue returned to my skin alighting a path down the middle of my back along my spine, I twitched and screamed just as his hand rounded front, putting pressure on my mound.

We came together, and I called out in surprise as his warm seed burst inside of me in spurts that made him convulse. When he pulled out, he turned me over and I dragged him forward, kissing him with the remnants of my draining energy.

"Was—that—okay?" He asked self-consciously between kisses. Every part of me still tingled, I felt sore in the very best possible way and I had never felt so content in my entire life.

"Perfect," I breathed. He pulled back the covers, rolling me into his well defined arms where I fell asleep in seconds.

Ezra's wild chirping and the full awareness that I was being watched woke me. With the curtains drawn in the dark room, I couldn't be sure of the time. I shot up, turning to see Solace watching me curiously.

"Is something wrong?" He asked cautiously turning at the waist to pull out a large grey shirt from his drawer and passing it to me. I had not realized in the confusion of waking up in a foreign bed I had pulled the covers to my body, shielding it from view.

"No… I just forgot where I was," I explain, pulling the shirt over my head nonetheless. I rolled over, kissing him gently and he pulled me closer, his hand resting just below the hem of my shirt on my bare ass cheek.

"Are you… okay with everything?" He asked, I could tell that he had not slept yet, though since I didn't know the time I wasn't sure if that had been long or not.

"Better than okay, earth shattering, outstanding, really fucking good… Was that—was I okay?" I ask rolling over to him, the remaining stickiness of our combined pleasure still rested between my legs and I didn't like the feeling.

"You were amazing," Solace whispered, nibbling along my earlobe. He moved to rest me back against the bed, and I could feel his growing erection against my thigh. "Would you… be up for another round?"

"Yes," I said automatically and he growled. "What time is it?" I remembered to ask as his fingers returned to my clit.

"Around 4, do you want to go?" He asked nervously.

"No, of course not. Do you mind if I freshen up first?"

He nodded and I kissed him again before I ran out the room, the bottom half of my ass uncovered. I brushed my teeth with my designated toothbrush, washed my face and used a moist face towel to gently remove the remnants of our passion, spraying on one quick spritz of my perfume and pulling my hair into a chaotic bun on the top of my head which rained down framing my face like a waterfall. Before I came back, I pulled on a pair of my underwear, which I had stowed in my guestroom down the hall; I don't know why I just felt indecent without them. When I came back to the room he smiled pulling up the sheets to let me back in.

He watched me, really examining me for a long time as I walked slowly back to him, with a look that made me blush.

"Every time I see you, it's like you become more beautiful."

"You're making me blush," I squealed as he settled on top of me again.

"It's true. You are by far the most gorgeous, awe-inspiring, sexy woman I have ever met," he spoke into my ear, expertly removing his loose fitting shirt off my body and when he looked down at me, lying before him in only a simple pair of blue panties, I believed him, the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and the passion was unmatched. I knew without a doubt that I could scour the world and never find someone who could look at me the way he did, and that was just fine with me, because Solace was mine, forever.