A/N: This is the first love scene between West and Maddison. To understand how they got here, go check out the whole 온라인카지노게임 under King of Hearts.
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West's eyes flicked around, taking it her garage room in. He noticed the oil stains in the cement mostly covered by carpet cuttings. There was a girlish looking queen size bed and dressers. West didn't get to take in anything else though because Maddison pulled the humour tshirt up over her head. His eyes drank in her tiny but perfect body. Before she could turn around he marched up to her and spun her so he knew she saw his face while he viewed her body. He knew she blushed as his looked slowly down at her, smile spreading across his face as he saw that her bra was as yellow as her shirt. Though it was lacy and girlish, it had a little edge to it.
His smile turned possesive as his eyes noted the piercing through her navel. He was discovering that this sweet, cute woman in front of him had some attitude hidden away. His lips claimed hers and West felt Maddison press against his chest, pulling at the bottom edge of his shirt.
Maddison's fingers scrabbled against his body, trying to grab the damn shirt hem already! She felt bursting with need. The need to see his body revealed, the need to keep that look on his face, not like she was the only woman in the world, but like she was the only one that mattered to him. She should have felt concerned that she felt this need for a man she'd met twice now, but there was no room in her head for practical thoughts right now. There was only need and desire.
West helped her along by pulling his shirt over his head. Her fingers traced the tattoo low on his stomach, sketching the Spanish words. In heavy caligraphy were the words Los Santos curving low enough his pants could hide them. Others had their membership tats in more visible places, but West had wanted his to mean something and not just be ink on skin. So at the core of himself he proudly wore the gang name. He paused, thinking that she might have a problem with either his old gang affiliation or the fact that he was tattooed, some girls hated that. But her hand dipped lower than his tattoo and stroked the front of his jeans, letting him know she had no objections. Her fingers swiftly tugged the worn button of his jeans out and the cotton pants slithered to the floor with a whisper.
Maddison gasped as her fingers brushed against naked flesh instead of underwear. It seemed that the hunky Cubano didn't believe in boxers or briefs. Not that she was complaining. West stood in front of her absolutely naked in a matter of seconds, and he didn't look the least bit uncomfortable about it. Maddison stepped away from his lips and looked him over, a smirk stretching across her face as she slowly cirlced him, fingertips trailing across his tightly muscled body as she wandered around him. There were fainters patched of skin where he had rough scars, and she noted with amusement that he had dimples on his ass. She stepped in close to him and swiftly bit the back of his shoulder, and heard him suck in a breath.
She walked back around in front of him and felt a satisfied pride flare in her chest as she saw him rampantly aroused. For her. He was burning up with passion and desire for her. She set her hands on his hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his skin. His hands slid up her back, from her butt, up along her spine to gentle pinch the bra clasp on her back. His fingers glided the fabric away and left her upper body revealed. That darkly amused gleam was back in his eyes, making her feel like she'd just touched a live wire. She realized with a burning flush that he was focused on the tattoo circling her nipple. She'd been a little crazy while studying at Juliard. Everything in class was just so..... prim and proper. All instructors were to be followed without question, she had to do everything just so, be perfect or risk losing it all. So after she had graduated out of her first classes, she'd gone with some friends to so something not prim, not proper.
So what looked like two abstract lizards circled her nipple in a tribal design. She'd liked the design because it wasn't obvious they were lizards unless you really looked. For most dancing she had to take the navel piercing out, it would catch on things and really hurt. But the tattoo never came off, it was like her own way of declaring that they can make her conform on the outside, but inside she would always be her own woman. After seeing West's own tattoo, she knew he wouldn't be one of those guys who found her tattoo disgusting.
As his head dipped down to suck the nipple into his mouth, Maddison's head tilted back as a moan slipped out her throat. He definitely didn't have a problem with her tattoo. Her arms circled around his neck, almost urging him on as he bit down, a ragged groan growling out his throat as her body tightened in excitation. His hands pulled at the zippers on the sides of her black pants, getting them only loose enough so that he could tug the tight pants down her legs. He gave her a grin that made her knees weak as he saw that her underwear were matched to her bra, lacy and vividly bright yellow. He bit the skin just under the line of her underwear on her thigh. His finger traced the elastic at the top and rolled the edge over, slowly peeling the underwear off of her while she panted, staring down at him. Her eyes were wide and full of an electricfying need that stole his breath away. She wanted him as hotly and badly as he wanted her. Knowing that he couldn't be patient anymore. He stood back up and smashed his lips to hers. She melted against him, hands greedy as they explored his flesh.
He bit at her lips, feeling a possessive smirk on his face as each nip made her moan into his mouth. His hands dragged down her sides, fingers feeling the soft swell of her breats, the muscular tightness of her waist and the swell of her hips. He was about to lift her up and carry her to that inviting bed when she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his excited body. She stroked a thumb across the tip of him and he shuddered at the sensation. He was surprised when a moan grumbled out of his chest as she stroked him with firm, confidant movments, making him nearly explode with the need to sink into her. He tangled his fingers into her hair and kissed her jaw, biting a little as she gripped him harder.
They both moved towards the bed with a growing, frantic need driving them. West kissed and sucked at the skin between her breasts, following the line of the muscle down her abdomen until he breathed on her lower stomach. She wanted to growl at him for stopping there. God he was too controlled for her liking. Of course he had all that long hair she could use, so she sunk her hands into his warm, silky hair and pulled his face up to hers, teeth grazing his lip as she sucked the bottom one into her mouth. A shudder rocked his body and then he was eating at her mouth as if she were filled with ambrosia. He pressed against her, his larger body pinning her down while he fed on her lips.
Maddison hooked a leg over his hip, feeling the weight of his arousal push agaisnt the inside of her thigh. She reached her hand out to the bedside table and grabbed into the drawer, fingers finding the box of condoms she had there just incase. She pulled one out and tore it open, passing the contraceptive to West. It's always a little awkward getting one of those one, but he did it with a minimum of fuss.
Then his lips were back on hers, chasing every thought away except for a growing appreciation for the flavour of whatever spices he'd had on dinner. His fingers teased at her opening and then finally he slid inside her. They paused, both panting as he slid inside her. West wanted to groan, he had no clue how he was supposed to hang on and make sure she beat him to the finish line because it felt so good to be wrapped inside her silky wetness. Maddison groaned, panting a little as she stretched out, her body fitting to his. West brushed a hair off her face and kissed the tip of her nose before he started to stroke his body inside hers. He felt the muscles inside her body tighten around his and he grunted, fighting the urge to drive himself into her until he pumped out his need. Instead his hand stroked down the side of her body again, and slid across her thigh to pull her leg more firmly against his hip. Maddison's eyes glowed jade green with pleasure as he worked his body into her.
She altered the angle of her hips so he fell out of her. West frowned at her, not understand why she wanted to stop. Maddison just gave him a wicked grin and licked the corner of his mouth. She pushed at his shoulder and he got to his knees while she sat up. Her hands smoothed down the front of her own body, touching where he had touched until he actually growled at her. West gripped her shoulder and rolled her over onto her stomach. Maddison gasped at the sudden movement, but didn't object or struggle. West ran his hands down the muscles of her back, cupping her buttock gently and then reaching down to move her legs apart. Maddison raised herself onto her elbows, back arched under West so her shoulders brushed his chest and her buttock rubbed against his erection. His hands balled into fists in the comforter and he slide inside her again.
He carefully rested his weight over her, not wanting to crush her tiny frame under his. His teeth bit down on her shoulder, hands scraping across her ribcage to cup her breasts, pinching and kneading. Maddison moaned and writhed under him, body trembling as he sunk into her, thrusting in deep and trying not to rush the ending. As her body tightened around his, hot and squeazing as she came, her orgasim giving West permission to be a little selfish as he thrust faster, moaning as he pumped his orgasim out. He rested over her for a moment, his forehead resting against her hair as his breathing slowed. He pulled out of her as his body relaxed and rolled over onto his back to try and catch his breath.
Maddison stretched and rolled onto her side to give him a smug look of satisfaction. "I think I like being back in Canada." she murmered, confusing West.
He grinned at her. "We stand on guard for thee." he quoted part of the anthem at her. His grandmother had agressively converted to being Canadian, from saying eh to debating democracy with other old ladies at bingo. Memorizing the national anthem was required according to her.
"You better stand on guard for me." she replied, leaning over to kiss him again.
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A/N: Maddison and West are a little more.... graphic and detailed than Alice and Malcolm were for these scenes. Its so you the readers can understand some of the personality differences. Hope you liked!