by Snow, Jenika
“I can feel your heat. God, it’s driving me insane.”
That answered her unspoken question.
Tilting her head to the side, she let her lids drop, a moan leaving her at how incredibly good it felt to be with Adrian. His touch was so gentle, soft, and coaxing. One of his hands speared into her hair while the other made slow work of moving down her body until its heavy weight rested on her lower belly.
Her pussy gave a hard spasm. God, she was so ready for him. All she wanted to feel was Adrian thrusting into her, helping her, making her forget what a fucked-up world she lived in.
Because she knew if she gave herself to anyone, it would have always been Adrian.
When his hand started moving lower, her body shook with the force of how much she needed this.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to her clit. He stilled, but when she turned her head and kissed the side of his neck, he groaned and resumed his descent.
The large, calloused fingers of his hand slipped against her inner thigh. The roughness of his touch had her moving her hips, trying to get him closer to the part of her body that ached the most.
“Be patient, baby. I don’t want to rush this.”
She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t rushing things, that she needed this like her next breath. “Please, Adrian.” With her mouth still pressed against his throat, she felt him swallow at her plea. “Don’t you want this?”
He turned his head to look at her, and there was so much controlled lust behind his blue eyes. They searched each other’s faces, silent communication passing between them.
“You have no idea how much I want to be inside of you, to feel your body gripping me, bringing me closer to the pleasure I know can only be had with you.”
Mouth gone dry, all Brea could do was stare at him. His words were low but held so much emotion that she felt it down to her bones. “I want that, too. So much. Don’t deny us this, Adrian.” It didn’t take him long to attach his mouth to hers, stoking the fires of desire that had momentarily dimmed as the seriousness surrounded them.
The hand that had become motionless on her inner thigh started caressing her flesh in slow, agonizing sweeps. Closer and closer he moved to her aching, wet cleft. The torture of his touch had her groaning against his skillful mouth. The sound didn’t spur him into action like she’d hoped it would. Instead he took his time, teasing her until she was undulating against him.
Finally he placed his palm against her pussy. Muscles clenched with the need to be filled. “Tell me where you want my fingers.” He murmured the words against her lips, and she sucked in air as her heart thundered behind her ribs.
Could she tell him what she wanted?
“I—” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just let herself be free with him. “I want you to touch my…” God, could she actually say it aloud? “I want you to touch my pussy,” she said on a breathless moan.
His whole body tightened atop hers, and his hand clenched on her inner thigh.
“God, Brea. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.” The feel of his tongue on the shell of her ear had a small gasp escaping her. When his hand finally molded between her thighs, she arched her back and cried out. It felt so damn good. Almost too good. “Fuck. You’re so hot and wet.” He kissed her ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your little panties are soaked, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Adrian. I’m so ready for you.” His thickly calloused fingers slid along the edge of her underwear, teasing her, tempting her. He hooked the digits around the elastic where her thigh and labia met, moving it to the side, stroking over her pussy lips.
A fresh gush of moisture left her.
The dress needed to go.
Placing her hands on his chest, she gave a gentle push. Instantly he was off her, giving her space. The look on his face told her he thought she was pushing him away for a completely different reason. Only a second passed between them, and then she was gripping the hem of her dress and lifting it above her head. When the material was gone, he stared at her with a drowsy expression. She still wore her panties and bra, but the look he gave her made her feel totally naked.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. Do you realize that, Brea?”
Throat so dry she might as well have swallowed sand, she shook her head. The fierce look in Adrian’s eyes had her feeling bolder. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled toward him. The heat from his body wrapped around her, and she found herself lifting her hand and running it along the collar of his shirt.
“Be with me, Adrian.” The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated his powerful body. And when he reached behind him and gripped his shirt, effectively pulling it over his head, everything around her stopped. The muscles of his chest flexed as he moved.
He reached for her, bringing her body flush with his and kissing her senseless. Their combined breathing was fast and labored.
With expert movements he gripped her waist and pulled her up so she was straddling him. Jeans still covered his lower body, but the definite outline of his erection pressed incessantly against her. Laying her against the cool cotton sheets, he leaned over her, running his tongue along every square inch of her exposed flesh. Goose bumps formed along her arms and legs, and she found herself gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He moved lower, kissing a scorching trail of wet kisses until his hot breath teased the skin right above her panties. Her focus was riveted to the sight of him gazing up from between her thighs.
Heart pounding a frantic rhythm, she held her breath as she watched him grip the elastic and slowly pull it down her legs, never taking his attention off her. She lifted her hips to help him pull the fabric off, and then he was reaching up, unhooking the front clasp of her bra and pulling it off her.
There she lay, completely naked, her legs slightly spread, and a powerful man’s hot and humid breath sliding over the most intimate part of her. Never had a man’s face been so close to that part of her body.
Adrian’s gaze dipped down and took her in. If she had thought he looked aroused before, the lust was now pouring off him in waves. One thick finger slipped down her center, and she arched her back, a small cry of pleasure escaping her. Could he see how wet she was? How swollen she felt?
“Oh, Brea,” he said on a moan right before he covered her pussy with his scorching mouth.
Over and over he dragged his tongue along her cleft, moving to her clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves before dragging it down to press against the opening of her body.
“You taste incredible. So sweet, Brea.” She felt him flattening his tongue and running it up and down her slit. Firm, full lips suctioned onto her clit and sucked hard. A powerful orgasm was building inside of her, dragging the air from her body. Adrian brought her to the precipice and then slowed before it claimed her.
“Please, don’t stop.” The fact that she was practically begging him had her flushing with embarrassment.
“Never. I’ll never stop, Brea.” When his mouth latched on to her clit again and he started that wicked rhythmic suctioning, he didn’t stop when her climax neared.
Thrashing her head back and forth, she’d never felt anything so good. It was when he teased her pussy hole, slowly slipping his thick, long finger into her, that she surrendered to the feeling that washed through her.
Stars danced in front of her vision, and she heard a long, whimpering noise leave her. Adrian was relentless as he dragged out her pleasure with his skillful mouth. When the sensations became too much, she moaned, the sensitivity intense. Before he pulled his mouth away, he kissed her softly against the most intimate part of her before lifting up and staring at her with a hungry expression.
“I want you, Adrian.”
He made this deep, almost inhumane noise. In one fluid motion he stood and stepped out of his pants. His boxer briefs followed.
His body was a masterpiece. The muscles under h
is tanned and tattooed skin were cut and defined. He was a big man all around and quite intimidating. His shoulders were wide and moved down to bulging biceps. A rippling and cut chest tapered down to narrow hips and that incredible vee of muscle that pointed straight to his straining erection.
God. He was huge.
“When you look at me like that, all I can think about is burying my cock in your sweet little body.”
The air left her in a rush as she listened to his highly erotic words. He bent and retrieved a square foil packet from his pocket and slipped the condom on quickly, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. Crawling toward her, he looked like an animal stalking his prey.
And she was that prey.
His tendons and muscles flexed and bunched as he moved with lethal precision. Hands splaying on her inner thighs, he opened her wider and stared down at what was revealed.
“God, Brea,” he said as his pupils dilated in lust. “You have no idea how much I want you.” His gaze cut to hers. “How much I’ve wanted you.” Taking hold of his thick, hard cock, he brought it to the entrance of her body. The air sawed in and out of her as she watched the sight.
This was it. She was taking that step forward.
Hopefully it wouldn’t fuck everything up.
12
The wet, hot feeling of Brea’s pussy sucking at the head of his cock was nearly his undoing. Adrian gritted his teeth as he fed her more of his shaft. She felt incredibly good, so good that he feared he’d come before they even got started.
When he looked at her, an expression of uninhibited desire was reflected back at him. She looked like a woman with a post-orgasmic high, staring at him with glossy, sleepy eyes, tousled hair, and a lush, ruby-red mouth that was parted in pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, and he snapped his jaw closed.
God, she feels so fucking incredible.
“That’s it, Brea, take me all the way.” Breathing out the words, he continued to push his dick into her until the feel of his balls brushing against the curve of her ass had him stilling. Another squeeze of her inner muscles and he gripped her thighs and groaned. “You’re so hot and tight.” Eyes closed because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open, he could smell her sweet arousal and hear the little sounds of need she made. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good. You won’t remember anything but the feeling of me inside of you.”
“Yes, Adrian.”
Bracing his knees apart and pushing her legs as wide as they’d go, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her pussy contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, agonizingly steady, easy. The restraint it was taking him to go slow, to give her time to adjust to his size, was enough to make him go mad.
When he felt her body become wetter, more responsive, he picked up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, her couldn’t help but move faster.
Her breasts were beautiful, full and tipped with rose-colored nipples. The tissue was tight, pointing straight up as if seeking his touch, his kiss. He wanted to draw them into his mouth, suck on them until she came from the act alone. His imagination spurred him on, and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes.
She didn’t tell him to stop. Instead she urged him to give her more. Her breasts swayed with his thrusting, and her creamy skin became flushed.
“Look at me, Brea. Watch me as I take you.” When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he rewarded her by moving fast once again. “Touch your breasts for me.”
She brought her slender hands up to cup her breasts.
Fuck.
The sight had his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“Yes,” she moaned as she curled her fingers more tightly around the full mounds, rubbing her fingers over the engorged nipples. “I’m so close.” Her eyes were wide as she said it.
He needed to hear her cry out his name, needed to feel her pussy clench around him, milking his shaft until he came right along with her. God, he didn’t want this fucking latex covering him, blocking him from fully feeling her.
Throwing his hips at her harder, faster, he felt sweat make a slow trickle down his spine. He slid his hand down her belly and ran his thumb along her swollen clit. Just that small touch had her back arching and her thighs clamping tightly around him as her orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh, God, Adrian.”
He didn’t relent on rubbing her clit or pumping his cock into her. Her tender flesh rippled around him, and he groaned as his climax approached. “Brea.” Rubbing her clit faster and adding a little more pressure, he thrust into her once, twice, and stilled on the third. “Ah…Christ.” He came so hard he couldn’t breathe.
The world around him faded just as he felt Brea orgasm again. She gripped his forearms, her nails biting into his flesh and causing him to growl in approval.
“Yes.” Hissing under his breath, he heaved and collapsed on her, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows.
Heavy pants came out of her and coasted against his neck. “God, Brea. That was…” Could he even find words to describe that?
“Wow.”
He chuckled at her breathless response. “Yeah, something like that.” Kissing her temple, he pulled out of her with a groan of disappointment. She lay in the center of the bed, her gloriously nude body flushed and dots of perspiration covering it. Her eyes were closed, but a small smile graced her swollen lips. He could have stared at her all night.
Fuck. Does this woman know she can bring me to my very knees?
He knew she was tender. Hell, he felt like he had been an animal with her. “Are you sore?”
“Mmmm. Yes, but in a good way.” Silence descended on them, but he didn’t break it. It was comforting just lying beside her, holding her, looking at her, knowing she was right here with him. He let his gaze travel down her body. He lifted his hand, not being able to stop himself from running his fingers across the underside of one of the firm, soft mounds of her breasts.
A hum of approval left her.
“Like that, pretty girl?” Her blonde lashes lay along her alabaster cheeks like crescent moons. When she opened her eyes, the blue was deep and clear.
“I like everything you do to me.”
He grew bolder by her statement. Cupping her breast, he loved how the full weight felt in his palm. Thumb brushing along the turgid peak, he watched in awe as it tightened up farther, the color deepening.
“That feels nice.”
“Yeah, it does.” His mouth watered at the sight, and he leaned in, bringing his mouth over the tip and sucking it in deep. Her skin tasted slightly salty from their lovemaking, but there was a hint of sweetness that had his cock hardening once more. “I could take you again, Brea. Right now.” He didn’t know why he said that. No doubt she was sore, but to his surprise her smile became seductive.
“I thought a man only had it in him once.”
That was true in most cases, but with her he could go all night. The very thought that she’d let him inside her body again had him painfully aroused.
“I’m wet for you, Adrian.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, and he growled. She didn’t know how her soft-spoken words could have him falling to his knees and giving her whatever she wanted. “Touch me.” Her hand covered his that cupped her breasts. She interlinked their fingers.
Taking the lead, she slid their intertwined fingers across her ribs, over her hip bones, and placed them over her scorching-hot pussy. Her mouth opened slightly, and he heard the air saw in and out of her as he moved her moisture around. She let go of his hand and thrust her hips up at him.
“I’ve never spoken so bluntly before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right. If I’m pleasing you.”
Rising up so that he could look at her, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Everything you do pleases me. Your sweet voice, yo
ur intoxicating smell, your luscious body. Everything about you arouses me too, makes me so damn hungry for you.” He used his finger to slip into her folds, running the digit up and down and having her arch into his chest. He placed his hand under her leg and brought it up and over his hip. A small noise escaped her.
“You make me feel…vulnerable.” Big blue eyes stared at him. Her words were spoken softly, but they held so much emotion that it was as if she’d shouted in the room. When he slipped his finger into her, gazes still locked together, he felt her inner muscles clench in response.
“If only you knew.” The words were on the tip of his tongue, three little words that didn’t seem like they truly expressed how he felt. It didn’t matter that their time together had been so short. The feelings she conjured inside of him hit him harder than anything ever had. There was no way he could ignore them, no way he would. It was a fierce and raw hunger for her that made him mindless. If he uttered I love you, there was no doubt in his mind she would bolt, and not being with her was not an option.
He needed to go slow with her, let her take control, let her know that she held all the power.
Her body was tight, hot, and wet, and when he fucked her with his finger, the only thing he could think about was feeling her around his cock. They moved in at the same time, their lips pressing together as her body started to slowly rock back and forth on his thrusting finger. Their movements were lazy, but he was in no rush.
They had all night.
13
It felt so good. Better than anything Brea had ever felt. Adrian continued to push his finger into her, and before she knew it, he added a second. The fullness of those digits didn’t hold a candle to what it felt like to be filled with his cock. Just like the rest of his body, Adrian’s dick was big and thick, with heavy veins lining it and a wide head that hit just the right spot inside of her.
“Oh God, right there. Yes.” The way he twisted his fingers hit the inflamed, sensitive tissue inside of her. Warmth spread throughout her as he shoved those digits into her deeper, harder. “Yes.” A hiss of air escaped her when his thumb started rubbing circles around her clit.