Chapter 5: Green eyed monster
Amy could tell something was wrong with Madison as soon as she walked through the front door of their apartment, coming back from class.
The usually vibrant and dominant roommate was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around them. She was staring blankly at the wall, her eyes glassy and distant.
"Madison?" Amy asked tentatively, setting her backpack down on the floor. "Are you okay?"
Madison didn't respond immediately, and for a moment, Amy thought she might not have heard her. But then she turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting Amy's, and the sheer pain and vulnerability in her gaze made Amy's heart ache.
"I'm fine," Madison said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... not feeling great today."
Amy hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room and sat down next to Madison on the couch. She didn't say anything, just placed a comforting hand on Madison's knee. Madison looked down at Amy's hand, then back up at her, her eyes softening slightly.
"You don't have to sit with me, you know," she said, her voice still quiet. "I'm not going to break."
Amy squeezed her knee gently. "I know," she replied. "But I want to. Besides, aren't we supposed to take care of each other? That's what roommates do, right?"
Madison let out a small, humorless laugh. "Yeah, I guess that's what they do." She paused for a moment, then spoke again. "I just... I had a bad day.”
“You want to talk about it?” Amy asked softly, her thumb gently rubbing circles on Madison’s knee.
Madison hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “It’s just...I saw you talking to some guys after your class today and…” Madison's voice trailed off, her gaze flicking away from Amy's.
Amy's heart sank as she realized what was bothering Madison. She had seen her talking to a couple of guys from her psychology class, and it had clearly upset her.
"Madison, it was nothing," Amy said quickly, her voice gentle. "They were just asking me about an assignment. I swear, there's nothing going on."
Madison looked back at Amy, her eyes searching hers. "I know," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching you. I got so upset and angry , I didn't know what to do with myself."
Amy's heart went out to Madison. She could see the raw emotion in her eyes, the jealousy that was eating her up inside. She reached out and took Madison's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"It's okay," Amy said softly. “We are… more than just roommates and…. There is no else I’m interested in… being with.” I paused, gathering my courage and looking up at Madison. “Besides, I thought you didn’t want me to date anyone?”
Madison's eyes widened slightly, and she looked taken aback by my words. "I...I don't," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "I mean, I didn't think you'd want to...with me."
She looked down at our entwined hands, her thumb tracing circles on my palm. "I just...I don't want to share you, Amy. Not with anyone."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a warmth spread through me at the intensity of her feelings. I knew that Madison could be demanding and sometimes even cruel, but in that moment, I saw a vulnerability in her that I hadn't seen before. It made me want to protect her, to comfort her.
"I don't want to be shared either," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, Madison. Only yours," I said, my voice steady and sure. I meant it, too. The thought of being with anyone else made my stomach churn. I only wanted her, needed her.
Madison's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow smile spread across her face. She leaned in, her hand cupping my cheek, and pressed her lips softly against mine. It was a gentle kiss, a promise of more to come. When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against mine, her eyes closed.
"Say it again," she whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she searched my gaze, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But there was none. I was sure, more sure than I had ever been about anything in my life.
"I'm yours, Madison," I repeated, my voice steady and strong. "Only yours."
A slow smile spread across her face, and she leaned in, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. I melted into her, my body molding against hers as her hands roamed my skin, exploring every curve and contour.
She pulled away “Why are you still in clothes! That rule number 1!” Madison exclaimed, breaking away from our kiss, her eyes flashing with that familiar dominance. “Naked, at all times. You know better, roomie.”
I blushed, realizing I had indeed forgotten our unspoken agreement. “I’m sorry, Madison,” I said, quickly standing up andbeginning to undress. “I just got caught up in the moment. I want to make sure you were ok.”
Madison watched me, her eyes hungry as I slipped off my shirt and jeans, until I stood before her, completely bare. She bit her lip, her gaze traveling up and down my body, making me feel self-conscious yet desired.
"Better," she muttered, her voice laced with satisfaction. "But I will still have to punish you for breaking a rule MY naked little roommate." Madison's voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down Amy's spine. She had forgotten how much Madison loved to assert her dominance, and now she was paying the price.
"Madison, please," Amy pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to break the rule. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Madison smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And now I want to make sure you're okay, too. I think you deserve a good old spanking, roomie." Madison's voice was smooth and confident, a stark contrast to the vulnerability she had shown earlier. She patted her lap, inviting me to lie across it. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Madison’s spanking could be…. intense, and the thought of it sent a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins.
"Well, come on," Madison urged, her voice growing impatient. "You did break the rule, after all."
I took a deep breath and did as I was told, positioning myself over her lap.
Madison wasted no time, her hand coming down hard on my ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. I gasped, the sting of the impact sending a jolt through my body. Madison spanked me again, and again, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, each blow harder than the last.
"Fuck, Madison!" I cried out, squirming on her lap, trying to escape the relentless onslaught. But Madison held me firmly in place, her strong thighs clamping down on mine, trapping me.
"You're not going anywhere, roomie," she growled, her hand coming down hard on my ass again. "You know the rules. You broke them, now you have to face the consequences."
I whimpered, my ass stinging and red, but I couldn't deny the heat building between my legs. Madison's dominance, her rough handling, it was turning me on. I could feel my pussy pulsing, my clit throbbing with need.
Madison must have noticed my arousal, because she suddenly stopped spanking me and slipped her hand between my legs.
“You said that your mine , Amy,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against my clit. “So tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”
I let out a moan, my hips bucking at her touch. “It belongs to you, Madison,” I gasped. “Only you.”
She smirked, her fingers sliding inside of me, filling me up completely. “That’s right, roomie. This pussy is mine to play with, mine to fuck.”
I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps as she began to move her fingers in and out of me, her thumb circling my clit.
She knew exactly how to touch me, how to make my body sing with pleasure. I could feel the tension building inside me, my orgasm just out of reach.
"Madison, please," I begged, my hips grinding against her hand. "I need to come."
She chuckled, her voice low and husky. "Not yet, roomie. You know better than that. You only come when I say you can."
I whimpered, my body aching with need. I was so close, but I knew better than to disobey her.
So, I bit my lip and tried to hold back, my body trembling with the effort. Madison seemed to enjoy my struggle, her fingers moving faster, her thumb pressing harder against my clit.
"Please, Madison," I begged again, my voice breathy and desperate. "I can't hold back much longer."
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Then don't," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Cum for me, roomie.
Cum all over my hand," Madison commanded, her voice low and dominant. I couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure coursing through my body was too intense. I let out a cry, my hips bucking as I came undone, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm.
Madison didn't let up, her fingers still moving inside me, drawing out my release. I could feel my pussy pulsing, my juices coating her hand as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
But Madison wasn't done with me yet. She withdrew her fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean.
"Delicious," she murmured, her eyes locked onto mine. "And now, it's my turn."
My heart pounded in my chest as she stood up, towering over me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, then spun me around so that I was facing the couch. She pushed me forward, bending me over the armrest, my ass sticking out towards her.
"Stay there," she ordered, her voice firm. "Don't move."
I could hear her rustling behind me, and then the sound of a drawer opening and closing.
I knew what that sound meant, and my pussy throbbed in anticipation. Madison was never one to waste time with foreplay, and tonight was no exception.
I felt the cool leather of the couch against my heated skin, my nipples hardening from the contrast. My ass was still sore from her earlier spanking, but the pain only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my pussy dripping, my juices coating my inner thighs.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of her strap-on pressing against my entrance. I gasped, my hands gripping the couch cushions tightly.
Madison wasn't wasting any time, she was pushing the strap-on inside me, inch by inch, filling me up completely. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate her, the sensation bordering on pain, but it only served to turn me on even more.
"Fuck, Madison," I moaned, my head falling forward. "You're so big."
She chuckled, her hands gripping my hips tightly. "That's right, roomie. Take it all," Madison growled, her hips slamming against my ass, driving the strap-on deeper inside me. I could feel every ridge, every inch of it, as she began to move, her hips thrusting in a steady rhythm.
"Oh god, Madison," I moaned, my fingers digging into the couch cushions. "You're fucking me so hard."
"Language, roomie," she snapped, her hand coming down hard on my ass.
"You know I don't like it when you curse. Now, apologize."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the stream of swear words that were threatening to spill out. I knew better than to defy her, especially when she was in this mood. "I'm sorry, Madison," I said, my voice meek.
She smacked my ass again, harder this time. "Sorry, what?"
I groaned, my pussy clenching around the strap-on. "Sorry, Mistress," I corrected, the word tasting bitter on my tongue.
“Mistress? Oh Amy I like that!” Madison's voice was laced with satisfaction, her hips slamming against my ass, driving the strap-on deeper inside me. "You're mine to fuck, mine to use however I want. Say it."
I could only moan in response, my body overwhelmed with sensation. Madison's hands gripped my hips tightly, her fingers digging into my flesh as she continued to pound into me.
"Say it, Amy," she growled, her voice low and dangerous.
"Tell me who you belong to."
I could feel her hips slapping against my ass, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was close, I could tell, and the knowledge that I could bring her to the edge like this only served to turn me on even more.
"I-I belong to you, Mistress," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Only you."
Madison let out a low, feral growl, her hips slamming against me with renewed vigor.
You're mine. Every inch of you. Every hole. I own them all, don't I, roomie?" Madison's voice was a low growl, her hips slamming against my ass, driving the strap-on even deeper inside me. I could only whimper in response, my body completely at her mercy.
She reached around and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes were wild, her pupils dilated with lust. "Say it, Amy. Tell me who owns this pussy."
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
Madison's hips were slamming against my ass, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. She was close, I could tell, and the thought of her coming undone because of me sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through my veins.
"Madison, fuck!" I cried out, my pussy clenching around the strap-on, my body shaking with the effort of holding back. "I'm gonna-"
"Yes, you are," she growled, her voice low and dangerous.
"You're gonna cum all over my strap-on, roomie. You want that, don't you?"
I could only whimper in response, my body trembling with anticipation. Madison's dirty talk always drove me wild, and this time was no exception. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
"Say it, Amy," she commanded, her hips slamming against me with renewed vigor.
"Tell me who owns this pussy. Who it belongs to, who it was made for." Madison's hips were a blur, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into my hips with bruising force.
"Fuck, Madison, I-I belong to you," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"This pussy is yours. I was made for you."
Madison let out a primal growl, her hips slamming against me with renewed vigor. “Every hole."
She leaned over, her breath hot on my ear. "And I'm going to fucking fill them all."
My pussy clenched at her words, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. Madison wasn't one for empty words, and I knew she meant every filthy thing she was saying.
“Your my personal live-in naked whore , aren't you, roomie?” She grunted, her hips slapping against my ass. “Here to serve my every need, my every desire.”
I could only nod, my body writhing beneath her, my pussy clenching around the strap-on.
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, my voice ragged with pleasure. “I'm yours to use, yours to fuck.”
Madison let out a low, satisfied growl, her hips slamming against me with renewed vigor.
You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?"
I could only moan in response, my body completely at her mercy. She was using me, fucking me hard and fast, and I loved every second of it.
"Cum for me, Amy," Madison commanded, her voice low and dominant. "Cum all over my strap-on.
Now," Madison ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. She reached around and pinched my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, I came undone, my pussy convulsing around the strap-on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Madison didn't let up, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm, drawing out every last tremor. When I finally came down, my body limp and spent, she withdrew and spun me around, pushing me down onto the couch.
Before I could catch my breath, she was on me, her mouth attacking mine, her hands roaming my body.
"Fuck, you taste good," she moaned, her tongue delving into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips. "I love the way you cum, roomie. So fucking hot."
I could only whimper in response, my body still tingling from my orgasm. Madison wasn't done with me yet, though. She grabbed my legs and threw them over her shoulders, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
"Please, Madison," I begged, my voice ragged.
"I can't take anymore." My body was still sensitive from my last orgasm, and I wasn't sure I could handle another one.
Madison just smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I think you can," she said, her voice low and suggestive. "Besides, we're just getting started, roomie."
Before I could protest, she had her mouth on my pussy, her tongue lapping at my swollen clit. I gasped, my hips bucking at the sudden contact.
Madison's tongue was relentless, swirling around my clit, sucking it into her mouth, her fingers slipping inside me, stretching me, filling me. I could feel my body responding, my pussy throbbing, my nipples hardening.
"Fuck, Madison," I moaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. "That feels so fucking good."
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust, her mouth glistening with my juices. "You taste so fucking good, roomie," she growled, her voice low and dangerous.
"I could eat this pussy all day long." She slipped two fingers inside me, curling them upwards, hitting that sweet spot that made my eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, Madison," I moaned, my hips grinding against her hand. "I'm gonna cum again if you keep doing that."
"That's the plan, roomie. I want to feel you cum all over my fingers.
I want to taste every drop of you, roomie. I want to swallow it all," Madison purred, her voice low and sultry. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. Madison's fingers were fucking me hard, her tongue lashing against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Madison, I'm gonna cum," I cried out, my hands gripping her hair tightly.
She growled in response, her fingers curling inside me, her tongue pressing hard against my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt my orgasm crash over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. Madison didn't let up, her mouth and fingers working me through my orgasm, drawing out every last tremor.
When I finally came down, my body limp and spent, Madison crawled up my body, her eyes locked onto mine. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from pleasing me.
I could see the lust in her eyes, the hunger that was still unsatisfied. I knew she wasn't done with me yet, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.
"Get on your hands and knees," Madison ordered, her voice low and commanding. Amy hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. But she knew better than to disobey Madison. She quickly turned around and assumed the position, her ass sticking up in the air, her breasts hanging down, her nipples hardening from the cool air.
Madison took a moment to appreciate the sight before her.
Amy's ass was red and slightly swollen from the spanking earlier, but it only served to make her pussy look even more inviting. She could see Amy's juices glistening on her inner thighs, and the scent of her arousal filled the room, making Madison's mouth water.
Without warning, Madison grabbed Amy's hips and slammed her strap-on inside her, making Amy gasp and moan loudly. she cried out, her fingers digging into the couch cushions.
"Take it, roomie," Madison growled, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, slamming against Amy's ass.
"Take every fucking inch of my strap-on like a good little slut."
Amy couldn't help but moan, her body pushing back against Madison's, hungry for more. "Fuck, Madison, you're so big," she whimpered, her pussy stretching to accommodate the thick strap-on.
Madison reached around and grabbed Amy's breasts, squeezing them roughly. "These tits are mine, too," she declared, her fingers pinching Amy's nipples, making her hiss in pain and pleasure. "Every inch of you belongs to me, roomie.
Your tits, your ass, this tight little pussy," Madison grunted, her hips slapping against Amy's ass, driving the strap-on deeper with each thrust. Tell me who you belong to."
Amy could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with sensation. Madison's hands were rough on her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core. She could feel her pussy clenching around the strap-on, her body hungry for more.
"Say it, Amy," Madison commanded, her voice low and dangerous.
“You, I belong to you, Mistress,” Amy panted, her body moving in time with Madison's thrusts. Madison growled in approval, her fingers tweaking Amy's nipples harder, sending sparks of pleasure to her clit.
"You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?" Madison grunted, her hips slapping against Amy's ass, driving the strap-on deeper with each thrust. "Here to serve my every need, my every desire."
Amy could only whimper in response, her body completely at Madison's mercy. She could feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Madison's hands were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, gripping her hips, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Madison, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Amy cried out, her body writhing beneath Madison's.
Madison growled, her hips slamming against Amy's ass, her fingers finding Amy's clit and rubbing it in tight circles. “Cum for me. Cum all over my strap-on."
Amy let out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.
Madison didn't let up, continuing to fuck her through her release, drawing out every last tremor. When Amy finally came down, her body limp and spent, Madison withdrew and spun her around, pushing her down onto the couch.
"No more, Madison," Amy panted, her body trembling.
Amy groaned, her body aching from their intense session. But Madison wasn't having any of it. She grabbed Amy's wrists and pinned them above her head, straddling her hips. "You. Are. Mine," Madison stated, her voice firm and dominant.
"Every inch of you is mine to play with, to fuck, to use however I want. You understand that, don't you, roomie?"
Amy could only nod, her eyes locked onto Madison's intense gaze. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her body still humming from her recent orgasms, but she knew Madison wasn't done with her yet. She could see the hunger in Madison's eyes, the desire that was still unsatisfied.
"Good girl," Madison murmured, her voice softening slightly.
She leaned down and captured Amy's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving inside, tasting every inch of her. Amy moaned, her body melting into Madison's, her wrists still pinned above her head.
Madison broke the kiss, her eyes searching Amy's. "You're mine, roomie. All mine. And I take care of what's mine."
Amy couldn't help but smile at that, her heart swelling with affection. Despite Madison's demanding nature and possessive streak, she knew that Madison cared for her, in her own way.
And as Amy lay there, her body sated and her limbs heavy, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She was safe here, with Madison. She was protected, cherished, even if it was in a dominant, sometimes rough, manner.
Madison, seemingly satisfied with their session, released Amy's wrists and rolled off her. She stood up, her tall, athletic frame towering over Amy. "Come on, roomie," she said, extending a hand to help Amy up. "Let's get cleaned up."
Amy took Madison's hand and allowed herself to be pulled up.
Her body ached in a way that only Madison could leave her feeling, a mix of pleasure and pain that she had come to crave. She followed Madison to the bathroom, their footsteps echoing in the small, dimly lit studio apartment.
The bathroom was even smaller, with barely enough room for the two of them to stand side by side in front of the sink. Madison turned on the shower, the old pipes groaning and creaking as the water began to flow. She tested the temperature with her hand, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Get in," she ordered, stepping aside to let Amy pass.
Amy did as she was told, the warmth of the shower enveloping her as she stepped under the spray. Madison followed close behind, her tall frame dwarfing Amy's smaller one.
Madison's hands were quick and efficient as she lathered up a washcloth and began to clean Amy's body. She started at Amy's neck, her fingers trailing down her collarbone, across her breasts, and down her stomach. Amy could feel her body responding to Madison's touch, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing.
"Spread your legs," Madison commanded, her voice low and sultry.
Amy complied, her legs widening as Madison knelt down in front of her. Madison's hands roamed up Amy's inner thighs, her touch light and teasing, sending shivers of anticipation through Amy's body.
Madison's eyes locked onto Amy's as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste Amy's pussy. Amy gasped, her hands gripping Madison's shoulders for support. Madison's tongue was relentless, swirling around Amy's clit, sucking it into her mouth, her fingers slipping inside Amy, stretching her, filling her.
Amy could feel her body responding, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Madison," Amy moaned, her fingers tangling in Madison's wet hair, holding her in place.
Madison looked up at her, her eyes dark with lust, her mouth glistening with Amy's juices.
Madison had Amy cum so much already, Amy couldn’t believe she was about to cum again , but Madison's tongue on her clit was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “I'm gonna cum again!"
Madison growled, her tongue pressing hard against Amy's clit, her fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made Amy's eyes roll back in her head. Amy screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. Madison didn't let up, continuing to lick and fuck her through her release, drawing out every last tremor.
When Amy finally came down, her body limp and spent, Madison stood up, her eyes never leaving Amy's. Madison continued to wash Amy’s body , her touch gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the rough, dominate way she had just fucked her. Amy leaned into Madison, her body pressing against Madison's, seeking comfort and closeness.
Madison wrapped her arms around Amy, pulling her in tight. "You did so well, roomie," she murmured, her voice soft. "I'm so proud of you."
Amy could feel a warmth spread through her at Madison's words. She knew Madison wasn't one for empty praise, and hearing her say those words meant more to Amy than she could express.
She looked up at Madison, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you, Madison," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Madison smiled softly, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped Amy's eye. "No tears, roomie," she said softly. "Not unless they're from pleasure."
Amy nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Madison was right. She didn't want to cry, not now, not after everything they had just shared.
She wanted to bask in the glow of their lovemaking, to revel in the feeling of being cherished and desired. She turned off the shower and stepped out, Madison following close behind. They dried off, their bodies brushing against each other, sending sparks of electricity with each touch.
Madison took charge, leading Amy to Madison bedroom, really at this point their bedroom , their space. It was a small room, dominated by a large bed that took up most of the space. Madison pushed Amy down onto the bed, following her down, their bodies pressed together.
Amy could feel Madison's heart beating against her chest, steady and strong. She looked up into Madison's eyes, seeing the reflection of her own desire staring back at her.
Madison reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Amy's ear. "You're so beautiful, roomie," she murmured, her voice soft.
"So fucking perfect."
Amy blushed at the compliment, her heart fluttering in her chest. She wasn't used to hearing such kind words from Madison, especially after the intense and often rough sessions they shared. But there was something different about this moment, something tender and intimate that made Amy feel seen, truly seen, by Madison.
"Thank you" Amy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Madison's compliment had caught her off guard, leaving her feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed. She was used to Madison's demanding and dominant nature, but this softer side was new and somewhat disarming.
Madison simply smiled, her thumb brushing against Amy's cheek. "Don't thank me, roomie. It's the truth." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Amy's lips. It was different from their usual passionate kisses, this one was slow and gentle, a exploration rather than a claiming.
Amy melted into the kiss, her body molding against Madison's.
“Goodnight Amy” Madison whispered as she began cuddling Amy .
“Goodnight Madison” Amy replied, feeling safe and content in Madison's arms.