Absolutely Adam

by Tilly Kane

  "I've been... sort of embarrassed," I admit, shocked at myself for telling him something that I haven't even told Charlie. But for some reason, I know I can trust him with this in a way I haven't felt with anyone else.

  "I just feel like... all the excitement I had about life and all the big dreams I had while I was in college -- they've disappeared since I graduated. This might sound funny to you but... the real world is hard! I hate it. And I feel foolish for taking out student loans for a goddamn liberal arts degree. And now I'm working a job I hate just to pay them off."

  My cheeks flame as I admit that last part. There's no way Adam will even understand this. Everything he's touched since dropping out of college has turned into gold. Or bitcoin -- is that worth more than gold? Whatever.

  He strokes my back and nuzzles my neck, suddenly evaporating all the dumb thoughts about real-life running through my brain. It's quite possible that I melt into him. He feels so good, so strong and comforting and just... perfect.

  "Thank you for sharing that with me," he whispers against my neck, sending shivers through my body.

  I don't think now is the right time for me to be getting horny, but it's like he opened Pandora's box today. And it's me, I'm Pandora. And my box is... well, my box.

  I shift my hips just a bit until I feel the hard length of his erection pressed against my pussy. The hem of my long nightshirt rides up, leaving me pressed right up against his cock, which is tenting his boxer-briefs most deliciously.

  We both moan as we rub against each other, but he grabs my hip, stilling my movements.

  "We're not done talking, sweetheart," he says, but still he closes his eyes and rocks up into me.

  Dear God, I want him inside me so badly. No, not want. Need.

  "Let's table this conversation til later, how does that sound?" I ask, trailing off on a whimper as he uses one of his big hands to mold my ass, urging me to grind against him harder.

  Adam shudders as I trail my hand down his solid abs, abs that I very much plan on coming back to lick at some point. I follow his happy trail into his boxers, down to where the hair gets thicker, even further until I reach his smooth, velvety cock in all its glory. My God, he's so thick, I can just barely get my hand around him. And he feels so perfect in my hand, I wonder how he'll feel in my mouth, or my pussy, or anywhere else for that matter.

  He abruptly halts my stroking, but before I have a chance to complain, he flips me onto my back, ridding me of my nightshirt in the process. His nostrils flare as he stares down at me, topless and wearing a pair of lace shorties.

  "You're perfect," he says through strained breath. "But I can't let you touch me like that right now, or I'll come in two seconds."

  I can't say I see the problem in that, but my argument dies on my lips the moment his mouth closes around my right nipple. My one other sexual encounter before him did not include any nipple action or any foreplay at all for that matter, so I had no idea this could be so good. Christ.

  He flicks his tongue over my nipple, alternating licks with increasingly harder pulls until he's practically biting me. The empty ache between my legs grows as he attacks my left nipple, giving it the same treatment while pinching and twisting my right. I'm writhing on the bed, desperate to be filled.

  "Adam, please," I beg. "Please fuck me."

  He shakes his head, stopping his torture of my nipples and fixing me with a serious look. "I won't put my cock inside you tonight, no matter how much you beg for it. But please know that whenever we do that, it won't just be fucking, okay? I'm going to make love to you. It'll be the first time for both of us."

  I whimper in response, ready to fight until I feel him peel my panties down my legs. I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as he brings those same panties to his face, burying his nose in them and inhaling deeply. His resulting groan is like an electric bolt with a direct line to my clit. He grabs my knees and spreads my legs wide for him, staring down at my pussy as my lips part for him.

  "So, so beautiful, baby," he murmurs, licking his thumb before using it to attack my clit. "And so wet already. So primed for my cock."

  "Yes, please. Let me have it," I beg, not caring what I sound like.

  He shakes his head, an evil grin overtaking his handsome face. Fucker. He pinches my clit instead, hard, before removing his hand entirely. He grabs my right hand and places it on my mound instead. "Show me how you do it, show me how you touch yourself."

  There's no hesitation on my part, no embarrassment over having him see me like this. I feel freedom like I've never felt before as I part the slick lips of my pussy -- have I ever been this wet in my life? -- and start rubbing my clit.

  He reaches down into his boxers, pulling out that thick cock that I haven't had a chance to see yet, and my mouth waters. My legs widen for him on instinct, but he shakes his head. He reaches a hand out and rubs his palm over my pussy, adding pressure to my fingers on my clit and driving me crazy in the process.

  I watch in horny frustration as he uses that hand to lube his cock and starts stroking himself in earnest. God, I hate him right now.

  "Adam. Please. I need more. I need you," I say, trying once more to have him give me what I want.

  He shakes his head and stops stroking his cock. He nudges my hand away from my clit.

  "Hold yourself open for me," he says, and the excitement must show on my face because he smiles and shakes his head. "I'm still not going to be inside you though, I'm sorry to say."

  I do as I'm told and am rewarded by the hot slide of his velvet steel cock between the lips of my pussy. This isn't quite what I wanted, but fuck, it feels amazing. His pace is slow as he slides through me, back and forth, the wet sounds of us filling the air.

  With his cock still thrusting against me, making me mindless with need, he reaches a hand between us and crams two fingers inside me, nearly sending me over the edge with just that initial thrust.

  "Play with your clit, take yourself there," he commands, and I do. I rub my clit as he increases the pace of his fingers inside me, all the while sliding that perfect part of himself against me until it's all too much.

  "I'm so close," I tell him.

  He groans, working his hips faster over me. "Me too baby, me too. I can't wait to feel you come around me."

  Suddenly, all I want is for him to come with me, so I try and hold my orgasm off as I push him toward his own.

  "Come with me, Adam," I beg, torturing myself as I stay on the brink until he shouts that he's coming, finally giving me the permission I need to let go.

  I explode as his come lands on my stomach, and partly between my folds, and it's so primal and elemental, I just want to revel in this filthy moment forever.

  8

  Adam

  After having the best night of sleep I've had since I was a literal baby, I wake up with Brooklyn's head on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. I savor the feel of her warm, supple body against mine, loving the caress of her soft breaths against my skin as she dozes peacefully on top of me. It seems impossible that I've fallen in love with her already, but I know without a doubt that she's mine forever.

  I stroke her thick hair, my heart nearly bursting as she snuggles deeper into my chest. If you would have told me even 24 hours ago that I would be so far gone for a woman in such a short amount of time, I would have laughed for hours. And yet... she's truly knocked me on my ass.

  My mind is traveling a hundred miles per hour as I think through all the possibilities for what Brooklyn might want to do today. Charlie has her interview, which means Brooklyn and I will get to spend most of the day together.

  Of course, that wasn't my original plan for today. No. As Gary reminded me last night, I have a metric fuck-ton of work to do right now, and I missed a conference call with China last night, so the rest of the board is not pleased with me.

  To be honest, I do feel a little bad about missing the call, mostly because I'm a reliable guy and have never missed a meeting or a call before. But nothing abo
ut this situation is typical. What, am I supposed to just pretend like things are normal when I just met my future wife and have the opportunity to sleep with her in my arms? No, things are very much not normal, and I hope they never become normal again.

  Unbidden, flashes of moments from last night fill my brain, and I get lost in the erotic memories we made together. My mind wanders too much and soon, my cock is actively trying its best to make its presence known as it swells under Brooklyn's thigh. I'm not trying to wake her, but my dirty girl must feel it anyway because she shifts to rub herself along my hard length. She moans in her sleep and I can feel her growing damp against me.

  Even though it goes against everything I want to do at this moment, it's more important that we talk a bit more about the state of our new relationship before we jump into getting physical again.

  Last night, she seemed bewildered by the fact that I wanted to be with her, and I need to make sure she knows without a doubt that she's it for me. She is mine.

  I move slightly, laying Brooklyn on the pillow next to me as I prop myself up over her. She's got a smile on her angelic face, though her eyes are still closed. "It wasn't a dream?" she whispers, and I don't even try to fight my grin.

  "Fuck no, it wasn't a dream. I'm here, now wake up," I say, savoring the way she giggles when she finally opens her eyes. God, she's gorgeous. She doesn't have a lick of makeup on, and her face is lined with pillow creases and sleep, but she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

  She smiles up at me and I swear, my heart actually grows ten sizes. How have I lived so long without her?

  "Good morning, gorgeous," I say, before pulling her close for a kiss. When we pull apart, she's still smiling up at me so sweetly, I'd almost think she was innocent. But I know what naughty thoughts lie in that brain of hers. Bad bad girl. And I love it.

  "Morning, handsome," she responds. "Did you sleep okay?"

  I frown down at her. "This is my house, I should be asking you that."

  She shrugs, causing the sheet to slip off of her naked body and giving me a very tempting view of her perfect tits.

  "Of course it's your house, but that doesn't mean you're used to sleeping with some stranger in your bed."

  I can't help my laughter. "A stranger? Baby, I don't know if you're considered a stranger after what we did last night."

  She flushes an adorable pink and shifts slightly in the bed. I think my girl is horny already.

  Shit, focus, Adam. Focus first, then playtime later.

  I glance over at Brooklyn, noting that she hasn't tried to cover up her glorious tits, so they're currently calling to me like sirens, with their rosy-tipped nipples and their perfect fullness. The image of her in bed like this, with her hair wild and tumbling free over her shoulders, is just too much. I have to look away for a moment to gather my wits.

  "What's wrong?" she asks.

  I shake my head.

  "Nothing's wrong, honey, I just want to make sure we're on the same page about last night. And it's hard for me to want to do that when you're looking so delicious and all I want is to taste you all over."

  "Oh," she gasps, her blush deepening. She slowly pulls the sheets up over her breasts. I mourn their loss but try to keep my head in the game. We just need to have this conversation and then I can lose myself in her for the rest of the day -- for the rest of forever, hopefully.

  "It's okay, Adam," she says quietly, not meeting my gaze.

  Huh? What's okay? She must see the confusion on my face.

  "It's okay if this isn't serious, I mean. If you just want a hookup... I get it," she finishes, and my heart nearly stops.

  "No the fuck you don't," I reply, nearly growling.

  She gives me a searching look and I try to compose myself. Instead of pulling her into my arms and never letting go, like I want to, I settle for holding her hands instead.

  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think you're still under the impression that this isn't serious for me, but Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? I've never been more serious, about anything in my life. Brooklyn, I need you," I say, absolutely desperate for her to believe me.

  Her eyes fill with tears. "I swear I don't normally cry this much, it's just PMS," she says as I hand her a tissue.

  She wipes her eyes and sits up further against the headboard, watching me watch her. Finally, she says, "you're crazy, you know that?"

  I shrug. "I know what I want. And what I want is you, just in case there was any ambiguity left. Because you seem to be under the impression that I don't want you as much as I say I do."

  She avoids my gaze, picking at a non-existent thread on the sheet. Finally, after I think she's going to stay quiet forever, she speaks.

  "You're probably so annoyed with me--"

  "Baby, never."

  She rolls her eyes but keeps going. "It's just...," she takes a deep breath, "I'm not the kind of person who is used to things going well. So all of this -- you being so perfect after I've spent years of my life with the biggest crush on you, and then you saying stuff like what you just said -- it's a lot to take in. And the voice in my head keeps trying to remind me that nothing can be this good or this easy. The voice is what keeps me from making mistakes sometimes, but I'm starting to wonder if it mostly just keeps me from living," she says.

  I take some time to let what she said sink in. "Do you think this is a mistake?"

  She hesitates for a long moment, and I'm holding my breath, not sure what I would do if she said yes. But thankfully, she shakes her head.

  "I don't think it's a mistake, but that little voice is a bitch sometimes, so I'm trying to shut her up," she says. "I might not always succeed, but I'll always try."

  Christ, I love her. Satisfied that we've reached a natural endpoint to this conversation, I allow myself to sit back against the headboard, grabbing Brooklyn and pulling her to sit in my lap.

  "So, now that we got that out of the way," I say, gripping her ass and pulling her to sit firmly on my cock, "how did you want to spend the rest of the day?"

  She giggles and tweaks her hips slightly, grinding on me in the slowest, most torturous movement. "I can think of a few ideas," she whispers, ending on a moan as my erection presses up against a particularly sensitive spot.

  9

  Brooklyn

  After what can only be described as a fairytale morning of cooking breakfast together and walking on the beach -- which is steps away from the house -- we take a slight detour and venture out to find Charlie since she's been super vague via text.

  That adventure doesn't end quite the way we expected (long story, but Charlie is fine, though possibly a bit pissed at me).

  Afterward, I finally convince Adam that I am more than okay to be by myself for a few hours so he can get some work done. I know he feels so bad leaving me at his house, but honestly, I'd already planned on being alone for a lot of this trip, and I've got big plans to relax by his amazing pool and maybe read a book or something.

  Okay, who am I kidding? I'm going to daydream by the pool about the madness of the past day. Even though I've fantasized about him for the majority of my life, I never actually thought he would reciprocate my feelings. And now that he does, I feel... giddy and scared and skeptical and happy.

  I squeal in excitement. Is this even my real life right now? Before I can contemplate that any further, my phone rings, interrupting my girlish daydream.

  "Hello?"

  "Hi baby," comes Adam's voice from the other end. Wow, how is it possible he even sounds sexy over the phone?

  "Hi, are you working hard?" I ask, settling into my lounge chair by the pool and closing my eyes.

  "Sort of, I mostly just have a few fires to put out, but then I'll be home, okay? What are you doing right now?"

  "Laying out by your pool," I say. He groans.

  "Don't tell me you're out there in a little tiny bathing suit and I'm missing it," he pleads.

  I chuckle in response. "Um, okay."

&nbs
p; "Okay what, baby?"

  "Okay, I won't tell you that..."

  Another groan. "Not fair. Send me a pic so I can have something to look forward to until I can see you in person. Oh, and start thinking about what you want for dinner. Whatever kind of food you love, or whatever food you want to try, we can go out or we can order in and watch movies. Your choice, alright?"

  10

  Adam

  Today has been a crappy day. I'd only anticipated needing to be at the office for a couple of hours, but then shit hit the fan, and I ended up having to stay much longer.

  I've been keeping Brooklyn updated on my progress through texts and phone calls and, even though she seems chill about it, I can't help but wonder if she's secretly pissed. I try to remind myself that Brooklyn isn't like that, and she's certainly not asking me to change my work schedule overnight. But the truth of it is that I want to change for her, I want to be better. I want to be a good and present father to our kids.

  I smile as I pull into the driveway around 8:30 PM, wondering how she would feel if I started talking about our kids right now. Perhaps I'd save that little bit of future talk for later so as not to freak her out.

  My resolve to not freak her out by planning for the future falters a bit when I enter my home to find it smelling like something delicious. My house only ever smells like food when I get takeout, but this smells like home cooking.

  I peek into the kitchen and see her at the island, frowning at her computer screen. She glances up when I walk in, her face lighting up in a smile that wipes away every bad part of my day.

  "Hi! How are you?" she says before I scoop her up into my arms and deposit her on the counter.

  She parts her legs for me and I waste no time pressing against her, taking her mouth in a kiss that tastes like coming home, like my future, like everything I've ever wanted.