Looking back up at Thomas from her position still on her knees and biting her lip, Madison collected herself before responding. “I’m down if you are. But under one condition! I need to be in control. You’re really fucking big and I don’t want you tearing me in half!” Again, although said in a joking way, all present knew there was some honesty to the words.
“Well, I have thought about you riding me on more than one or two occasions over the years, so that sounds like a deal to me.” The quick response came, a sly smile painting Thomas’ face. “Now come here.” He added, extending a hand to Madison as he stepped backwards and sat down on the bench he and James had previously been sitting atop.
Thomas’s approach was somewhat different than James’s had been. As Madison rose from her knees and stepped toward her friend, his fingers moved to her cheeks and ran gently through her hair. He guided her to him, urging her to his lips, a warm and deep embrace following. Thomas was being far more sensual and tender than James had been; the way he kissed and the way his hands moved over her body felt far better than Madison would have ever expected; Thomas was caressing her like a lover rather than just a friend he was bedding. And with that, the remaining apprehension Madison had about being with Thomas dissolved.