The manger

17 😇

Madeline's pov:

I sigh as we walk into her apartment. She looks at me with her eye brows scrunched. "What's wrong chikaboo?"

Her hands find my waist perfectly pulling me into her, kissing the side of my face down to my neck. I giggle then pull away from her.

"I want out of this dress, I wanna get more comfortable.." I whine crossing my arms looking up at my girlfriend.

"I can definitely do that for you." She says with a cheese and a wink. I roll my eyes as she steps over to me. She grips the bottom of my dress then makes eye contact with me. I nod my head yes as she slowly starts pulling it off of me.

It gets a little harder to pull off near my chest so she repositioned her hands barely brushing against my boobs.

I can't help it, I blush and look away breaking the eye contact. Finally she gets the dress off of me and grabs my hand pulling me into her bedroom.

"Hmm we've been here before," I reply in a soft tone narrowing my eyes. She smirks then replies, "we will be here again in a little bit."

My stomach/ chest feels hot. I'm completely doing backflips.  Here I am now sitting on her bed in my underwear. Humbling experience.

She hands me a shirt then grabs her hairbrush. I slip on her shirt and smile at how it fits me. It covers everything that needs to be covered since I'm much shorter than her.

"Let me brush out your hair so you can feel better." She replies taking a seat on her bed behind me.

I blush because that is so sweet. She's so gentle when doing my hair. I turn to face her and give her a soft and sweet kiss.

"Alright now it's my turn to get comfy." She says getting up, pulling her shirt off of her like it's nothing. She's probably so comfortable changing infront of me because she does change Infront of a ton a girls 25/8

I can't take my eyes off of her. I know it's creepy. My eyes just trail down her back muscles as she grabs a pair of pjs out of her drawer. When she turns around i immediately look down at the floor.

"Smooth. I totally didn't catch you," she says with a chuckle. I get just a little bit embarrassed by this. "I'm sorry," I mumble out then continue to watch.

To be honest I could watch this on repeat. She then slips on a pair of pj pants that hung way lower than her jeans. God I wanna moan.

She knows she's fine I swear, now she's doing the low bun combo. I don't know how much longer I can keep myself composed tbh.

"Is something wrong?" She asks before coming up to me, parting my thighs so she can stand between them.

"Do that again." I blurt out, then try to recover but she's already laughing.

"Excuse me??" She replies with a smirk on her mouth, she reaches up and puts her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly.

She finally leans in for a kiss but I cannot help myself. The kiss turns more heated than ever. Her hands now in my hair and mine on the backs of her thighs.

She pushes me on to my back before leaning up over me. Obviously this isn't the best position so I scout up on her bed repositioning us.

She's now on top of me, hear hands searching my body. I feel myself somehow getting more and more turned on with everything she does.

She's now kissing my neck and pulling her t-shirt up off me again. All that hard work of putting it on just to take it off again. Shame.

Eventually she gets her t-shirt off me and I'm back in my underwear. She rolls over onto her back pulling me on top of her.