<em>~ Maddi, welcoming Tony, in the girl's shelter ~</em><br/><br/>It wasn't long before she was laid out on the towel in the shelter like a banquet spread before him and Maddi hadn't had the breath or the time to tell him what she had wanted to say.  It hadn't been two years for her, but it felt as if had been far too long since a man's mouth had been on her skin - enough that every blissful, tortuous hot breath and slick slide of his tongue made her almost whimper with need.<br/><br/>As his mouth traveled closer to her taught nipple her breath stalled in her chest completely as every nerve in her being focused for that moment on that one pulsing, demanding point of her hunger. She couldn't answer him, she couldn't tell him just how good he made him feel, not at that moment, the only words on her head were,<em>'Please.....'</em>and if she'd had the breath to say it , she would.