Martijn
"Damn."
My mind is racing. I've never been so conflicted - or so damn turned on - in my entire life.
On the plane ride here, my entire plan was to stay on Madi's hotel room couch and get my career back, and therefore Elise. I wasn't going to get tempted by Madi, but then I got here, and not only was she not here, but when she appeared, she was making out with that piece of shite Bastian.
The jealousy got to me. Another guy does not deserve to get to hold her, kiss her. Especially one she's just met.
But even now, I think of Elise and what she would say about this, but I can't - I can't stop. Madi is so in control of me and I can't give this moment up. Plus, I tried to get her to stop. I said "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Any other girl would have stopped.
I internally punch myself for my "attempt" and "excuse". I want her so bad.
I just won't sleep in the same bed with her. That would really be crossing the line.
And her sitting fully on top of you and teasing you like this isn't? My mind whispers.
Madi
Martijn gazes up at me. I smile sweetly at him, loving the position that I have him in, both literally and figuratively.
Something takes over my actions and I languidly slide my hands up from his forearms to his hands. I intertwine our fingers and press him firmly into the bed. The force from this slides me back a little on his stomach, and I feel something behind me. Martijn's eyes widen at the contact and his lips part, a tiny breath escaping his lungs. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth. I blush furiously at this, almost losing my composure. The bite turns into a smirk once he realizes my adjustment was unintentional.
Before he can make fun of me for... well, anything, I move my hands to his face and gaze at his gorgeous countenance. I will have control, dammit, and I refuse to let him make me feel inexperienced or unsexy.
Martijn's eyebrows rise quickly at my movement. I can tell from the expression on his face and his subtle, writhing body movements that I have full control over him at this moment. I can't resist any longer.
I bite my bottom lip while moving my eyes to his. His mouth drops open again as I move in to kiss his sweet lips. But the instant before our mouths meet, I stop and move to his ear. My lips brush his earlobe. His entire body nearly shivers.
"Close your mouth, baby. You'll catch flies," I whisper as sensually as I can, and in one fluid motion, I'm up and off of him and the bed, and I strut to the door and through it as if it's a runway.
I don't need to look back to know his mouth hasn't shut.
"Madi."
I stop, smiling to myself.
"Madi." I turn casually to meet his gaze, which is so intense. Even from this distance, his eyes have this look, this need.
"What?" I ask innocently, nonchalantly.
"Come here. Right now." I smirk, turning all the way, and stroll back towards the bedroom, and the bed, which has just the sexiest man sitting on it.
I pause in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning in the frame. Martijn's mouth doesn't move, but I can see in his eyes all I need to know.
I climb onto the bed, crawling up towards him. Martijn never once takes his eyes off me. He gulps and breathes quickly as we become parallel in the bed, me poised above him on hands and knees, and he sinking into the pillows as I admire him.
Unwilling to give me the chance to tease him any longer, he gazes at me for a long moment before he grasps my arms and pulls me against him, kissing me.
I exhale at his sudden movement and at how unbelievable his soft, full lips feel on my own. Martijn's light brown curls tickle my forehead, and I move my hands to his marvelous hair, still moving my lips in sync with his. I tangle my fingers hopelessly in his strands and he moans at the feeling. I can feel the vibration of the sound in my body, and I smile into the kiss.
My hair falls over my shoulders and around our heads, creating a curtain, a small nook that feels so completely intimate.
Martijn deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue over my lips and brushing my own. I moan, unable to contain myself. I move my hands down from his hair to his hard chest, which I can feel flexing under his t-shirt. My hands reach the bottom edge of his t-shirt, and my fingers play with the hem.
I can feel his hard stomach, the soft shirt, and the waistband of his sweatpants. This trifecta of perfection and I get it all to myself. I take the hem of his shirt and move it slowly up towards his head, brushing his abdomen as I go. His skin rises and falls at a faster pace as my fingers languidly move over his stomach, then his chest.
I continue kissing him, only breaking it to fully remove his pesky shirt. I can't help but sit up to admire his incredible body. His chest is hard and defined, his stomach even more so; he has clearly defined abs. Making a conscious decision, I sit up slightly and move so I'm sitting directly on top of what I was ignoring before. We are flush against each other.
Martijn's eyes widen and he gasps, "Fuck. Shit, Madi." His hands grasp my waist as if to steady himself. I smile at his reaction and lean down to kiss him again. I can't resist. He looks like he's about to come apart. He reaches up with one hand to cup my face, and leaves the other to roam about my waist and hips.
My hands never stop moving - they move up his muscular arms to his broad shoulders and down his taut, sexy chest and stomach. I trace the lines etched in his torso with my fingers. His skin is so soft. He shifts with my hands, angling up towards my touch.
Breaking our kiss, I sit up, and he groans at the friction I create. I have to hold a moan back myself.
Martijn watches my every move. I trace the outline of my body, starting with my thighs and moving up to my chest, before grasping the bottom of my shirt and lifting. My mind races as I do so, but I remember with relief that I'm wearing my favorite black lacy bralette.
I pull the top over my head and toss the shirt behind me. I sit, topless, on his... middle area, and his mouth gapes open at the sight of me.
"Wow... you..." His lips won't stop trembling. I touch his stomach lightly, loving the feel of him under me. He finally finishes his sentence. "You're... incredible." Martijn's usually bright hazel eyes are now a dark forest green, and they glint with his intent.
He sits up so quickly I barely register the motion, and then we're both upright and kissing again. Martijn nips at my bottom lip as I try to continue kissing him deeply, but he pulls away the tiniest measure so he can capture my lip between his teeth. He tugs on it gently before pulling it into his mouth and softly sucking on it. I can't help but moan.
He releases my lips and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth.
Martijn's hands start on my waist before moving to my hips. He leisurely runs his hands down my legs, and as he reaches my calves, he grabs them and wraps them around his waist.
We're so close and it's so incredible. He brings his hands back and wraps his arms around my waist to hold me as tightly as he can. Martijn's fingers clasp my side and nearly reach around to my bra. I grasp him as well, my fingers tangling in his hair, then running down his bare chest.
I grip the waistband of his sweatpants, the backs of my fingers touching the solid, heavy skin below his waistline. Through the kiss, I can feel his lips tremble as my fingers wander along the edge of his pants.
Abruptly, Martijn pulls away. "We should stop." He nearly pushes me off of him, all of a sudden in a rush... to get away from me?
He jumps off the bed, grabs my shirt from the floor, and chucks it at me. "Here."
I sit, alone on the bed, not knowing what I did wrong. "Martijn. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
Martijn glances at me as he pulls his own shirt over his head. "Nothing. And no... we just have an early day tomorrow. You have your meeting and so do I. We should get some rest."
I can't argue with what he said, but he pushed me away so suddenly, I can't imagine that nothing is wrong.
"I'll take the couch. You can have the bed."
Martijn
I stomp out of Madi's room, not knowing what to think about myself. I'm so close to getting my career and life and therefore Elise back, and I go and let Madi do this stupid shit to me again.
What the hell is wrong with me?