I didn’t bother closing the curtains. No one could see in anyway, not that anyone was out on the beach at this hour. Besides, I liked the way the moonlight shimmered on her skin.
At the edge of the bed, I dropped down on my knees, slid the heels off her feet, and shoved them aside. Her skirt was short, showing of her legs, toned from all the dancing she did. I took a moment to rake my fingertips up her outer calf and over her knee.
I took her hand and stood, pulling her along with me so we were standing in the darkened room, facing each other. I cupped her face softly and captured her lips while dragging my fingers through the long strands of her hair. Letting my fingers continue down, I grasped the hem of her lacy top. With one tug, the top slid up and she lifted her arms so I could pull it off her completely. The silky feel of the tank top beneath it slid under my hands like water, and I pulled one of the little straps down and nipped at her shoulder.
Roxie made a sound of pleasure and tipped her head back, so I repeated the action. Her neck was exposed with her position and I couldn’t help but look at the area where the fingerprints marred her creamy skin.
That motherfucker tried to choke her. He put his filthy hands around her neck and squeezed.
Rage intruded on the moment, making my body tense. Roxie sensed it and started to shift her body, to close in on herself.
I grasped her hip and held her in place to trail a line of feather-light kisses across the bruised flesh, pouring all that rage into the pleasure I wanted her to feel.
Her body relaxed again, and I smiled against her throat.
In seconds, I had the silky tank off and was reaching for the zipper on the back of her skirt. I couldn’t wait to feel her body against mine, to see her completely bare.
As the zipper began to slide down, Roxie pulled back slightly, placing her hands on my chest, silently telling me to stop.
“Adam?” she asked, her voice unsure.
“What, sweetheart?” Oh shit, she’s changed her mind. How the fuck am I going to keep my hands off her?
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
21
Roxie
He said he loved me.
Even after everything, he said he loved me.
I desperately wanted to believe him, especially because I’d fallen for him too. It was something I could barely say to myself, and thank God he didn’t seem to want me to say it back, at least not right away.
Loving someone was the scariest thing a person could do. It made you vulnerable in ways I never knew it could. And he was right. I needed him to prove the words. I needed him to show me. Maybe then I would be able to say them back.
I could barely think about that now, though. I could scarcely think at all. Kissing Adam was thrilling. My entire body raced with awareness when he touched me, when his tongue brushed against mine.
Little tingles of excitement echoed through my limbs as my body relaxed and readied itself for more. The ache in my center spread lower, down into my panties, where it seemed my heartbeat could be felt strongest. I throbbed for him. I wanted him to touch me there so badly that my inner muscles kept clenching in anticipation.
Adam moved like an expert, the way he kissed, the way he caressed, the way he knew exactly how to remove my clothes…
He was experienced. Far more experienced than I.
When I announced I needed to tell him something, the tension in the room seemed to skyrocket. Adam withdrew his fingers from the zipper at my waist and ran a hand over the top of his head.
“Tell me.” His voice was strained, and I knew stopping like that was difficult for him, but I was suddenly so intensely nervous. What if I didn’t please him?
“You’re…” I began, not really sure how to say it. “You…”
He nodded, encouraging me.
I sighed. “There’s only been one before you. Before tonight.”
Please let him get my meaning.
Understanding dawned in his eyes. “You’ve only been with one guy before?”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip and nodded.
He grinned like he’d won the lottery.
Didn’t he understand this wasn’t good news? “My experience is very limited. I might not be what you want.”
Rich, rumbly laughter filled the space and overcame the sound of the ocean outside. “You’re exactly what I want,” he murmured. Adam traced a finger over the lacey edge of my bra. “There’s no need to be nervous with me, Roxie. I’m going to take care of you.”
“But what about you?” I worried.
He took my hand and moved it to his bulging crotch, rubbing it up and down the rigid length. “I think it’s safe to say I’m taken care of.”
I reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one, moving just a little bit faster with each one. When his shirt was open, I noticed it was still tucked into the dress pants he was wearing. I wanted to see his chest. I wanted to touch it all. I pushed my hands beneath the fabric. I felt like I was opening a present on Christmas morning, and I was too impatient to take my time.
Adam pulled the tails of his shirt out of his waistband and shrugged the shirt onto the floor. His bronzed skin tone glowed in the light of the moon, and I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart.
Adam sighed and his fingers threaded into my hair, holding my lips hostage on his skin. My tongue slid out and across his smooth chest, dipping low until it brushed over his hardened nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue.
At the same time, I reached for the buckle on his pants. All the clothes between us seemed like such a barrier. I had his pants undone by the time he untangled his hands from my hair. I pulled back and he started kissing me again, at the same time unzipping the skirt and pushing it down to my ankles.
When I was standing before him in only my bra and panties, he stepped back, his eyes gazing over my body hungrily. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I looked away, blushing, but he put a finger beneath my chin and lifted my face. “Don’t do that,” he murmured. “Don’t look away. I mean it.”
I grasped his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. It seemed ironic for me to be bashful all of the sudden. I mean, I was a stripper. Of course, getting naked in front of strangers was a lot different than baring it all in front of someone I truly cared about.
At the club, I was stripping, showing my skin, and basically just doing a job. It didn’t really matter that I had very little actual sexual experience. Men didn’t care. They only wanted to see me shake it. Turns out I was pretty good at that.
When I was dancing, I separated myself from it. Just because I was getting almost naked didn’t mean I was showing all of myself. There were a lot more parts of me—more important, more vulnerable—and those parts I kept hidden.
But not here.
Not now.
I was baring everything to Adam. I’d let him past my skin. I was showing him everything beneath my curves and flesh.
I was vulnerable to him in ways I could never be at the club.
Yet, he called me beautiful.
During my internal revelation, he quickly pushed off his pants and kicked them away. My eyes went immediately to the massive bulge in his tight boxer briefs. They were black and hugged his hips and thighs like they were custom tailored just for him.
He was so hard that his tip jutted out his waistband, giving me a little peek of his smooth, bulbous head.
I wanted to feel him, to see him. I reached out, hooking my fingers in the thick band of the underwear. Adam’s hand covered mine, and he shook his head. “You first.”
I frowned and he laughed. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You’ll get your turn.”
Adam lifted me like I was nothing but a feather and draped my body across the bed. His large frame came over me, straddling my hips. My breasts fit perfectly in the palms of his hands, and he took full advantage, rubbing against the lacey cups.
I purred low in my throat as he suckled the hardened pebbles, pinching them between his fingers and kneading the flesh as he sucked.
His hands and mouth worked simultaneously, and moisture slicked the insides of my panties, drenching them and making my hips swivel around atop the mattress.
Eventually, Adam moved lower, kissing his way across my abs and down near the waistband of my undies. My body stiffened automatically when he swept the fabric off my legs and pushed them wide to settle between them.
“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His words were accompanied by the gentle probing of his fingers along my folds. I shuddered, my knees starting to shake.
The groomed, wiry curls at the center of my body seemed to intrigue him as he played with them, pulling his fingers through their middle.
When he lowered his head, like he meant to taste me, I stiffened again. He looked up at me from between my thighs. “What’s the matter, sweetness?” he murmured.
“I…” I began as he slid a finger down my slippery slit.
“You don’t like this?”
I shuddered.
“‘Cause it seems like you do.”
“No one’s ever…” I murmured as my hips thrust up, seeking his hand once more.
Adam stilled. When I didn’t feel his fingers, I opened my eyes wide.
“Are you telling me no one’s ever tasted you?”
I shook my head, nervous. My ex never did this. He said he didn’t like it. He said the place between my thighs wasn’t for his face, only his cock. I’d just assumed no respectable man went down there on a woman. I assumed it was taboo.
Apparently, I was terribly wrong.
“I am one lucky bastard,” he muttered and settled himself more thoroughly between my thighs.
“But…” I started, feeling completely self-conscious. What if he didn’t like it? There had to be a reason my ex never went down there. Maybe there was something wrong with me.
“You’re going to love this. I promise.” I felt his fingers part my folds, cool air brushing over the newly exposed flesh. A single finger swirled in my heat, teasing my entrance. “So wet,” he crooned as my head fell back against the mattress.
His finger slid into me and I groaned. He moved slowly at first, in and out, dragging that finger along my slit like it was exploring some great unknown. I felt the heat of his stare as he studied me down there and the hot breath he occasionally blew across my swollen bud.
My hips started to swivel, dancing to the pace he set, and then he had two fingers inside me and I felt his lips close around my clit. My body shivered and my legs felt like Jell-O against the mattress. I filled my hands with the blanket on either side of me as the sensation of his mouth and his touch stole over my senses.
My body rose higher and higher; his fingers moved faster and faster. The thickness of his tongue seemed to travel everywhere, not missing a single inch of the place no one else had given so much attention.
I whimpered his name, unsure I could take much more, and his fingers left me. I cried out, feeling empty as his hands wrapped around my hips.
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on me once more and his tongue surged into my body. I started to moan as release washed over me, and Adam licked up, applying the most delicious pressure on the swollen bud.
Bright light exploded behind my eyes and my hips surged off the bed. The orgasm went on and on, and he ate me through the entire thing. He acted like a starving man devouring his only meal.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more and my entire body shook like a leaf, Adam lowered my hips back onto the bed and came over me. I glanced up at him through lust-heavy eyes, and he smiled.
I reached for the waistband on his boxers and pushed at them. Adam left me, standing beside the bed, and discarded them totally. His proud member jutted out from his body and caused my eyes to widen. He was huge. I wondered if I would be able to wrap my hand around him and if my fingers would touch.
His balls were heavy and full, and I imagined what they might feel like in the palm of my hand.
Adam reached into the drawer beside his bed and tossed a couple foil packs on the pillow near my head. He ripped one open with his teeth, and I watched with rapt attention as he rolled the condom over his impressive girth.
Part of me was a little sad I hadn’t gotten to touch it yet.
I reached for him, but he evaded me. “If you touch me right now, I’ll never make it inside you,” he rumbled. “I need to be inside you.”
“I don’t think you’re going to fit,” I blurted out, then slapped a hand over my mouth.
What the hell did I say that out loud for?
Adam threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I’ll fit, sweetheart. That body of yours was made just for me.”
He climbed between my legs and settled there. I could feel his bulging head at my entrance. Nerves skittered along my spine. I was worried he wouldn’t like it, and I was genuinely concerned he wouldn’t fit.
Adam took my face in his hands, looking deep into my eyes, and all worry floated away. He kissed me slow and soft, turning my body to putty.
And then he slid home.
One long, hard thrust brought our bodies together.
Pain was sharp and sudden, and I sucked in a breath. A vein in Adam’s neck pulsed as he held himself still over me.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, the effort of holding still clear in his tone. “You’re so tight…” He groaned.
I breathed through the twinge of pain as my body stretched around him and coated his shaft with my juices.
Soon there was no pain, only pleasure. In search for more, I swiveled my hips tentatively, and he moaned. I rocked against him again. He looked down at me with a passion-laced stare.
“You feel good,” I whispered.
He started to move, to slip in and out of me. My insides stretched around him, and the throbbing of his cock was the center of my world. Tension built in the air, and both of us started moving faster, both of us searching for release.
“Fuck,” he growled, “I’m not going to last.”
“I don’t want you to,” I answered as I lifted my hips to match his pace.
He started pounding in me. My legs fell to the sides, and I gripped his biceps, unable to do anything but let the sensation of being loved by him roll over my body.
Adam plunged deep inside me and his arms began to shake. “Now, sweetheart,” he whispered, then started pulsating against my walls.
The orgasm crashed over me like the waves in the distance, and I clung to him as we both fell over the edge of bliss. When it was over, Adam collapsed on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows and kissing the inside of my throat.
“That was the best,” he said. “I swear to God.”
I giggled as he rolled off me and stared up at the ceiling. He reached between us and took my hand, linking us together as the sound of the ocean filled the room and the scent of our sex lingered in our noses.
I thought I’d enjoyed sex before… but it had been nothing compared to this. Adam was the man everything else in my life would now be measured against.
Nothing else would ever stand a chance in hell.
I was left there with thoughts sneaking into my bliss. Thoughts I didn’t want, but couldn’t stop. He was the standard now, my standard… What if I wasn’t his?
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered. Nerves knotted my stomach, but still I had to know.
“Anything,” he replied, turning so we were face to face among the pillows.
I smiled, momentarily forgetting the question because
he was just so beautiful to me. He’d probably laugh if I told him that.
When I didn’t continue speaking right away, he smiled at me softly and pulled the sheet up, tucking it around my bare skin, and then pushed a few rogue strands of hair out of my face. “I love you,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and let those words wash over me. Craig used to tell me he loved me, and it had been thrilling. It made me feel special.
But when Adam said the words…
It made me feel whole.
And it brought me back to the question I needed to ask. “Do you see me different now that you know?”
“Know what, sweetheart?” he murmured, brushing my hair back once more.
I almost told him to forget it because the way he was looking at me was a good enough answer. Yet when the after-sex glow faded, I would still want to know.
“Now that you know all the things I let him do to me.”
“You’re afraid I think less of you,” he said.
I nodded. Of course I was. I knew the kind of stereotype that went with women in bad relationships, women who allowed men to treat them like trash. We were weak; we were insecure and scared. We didn’t have enough self-respect to get the hell out, or maybe deep down, we liked being treated like shit.
I didn’t think I could stand it if Adam thought of me that way.
“I’m in awe of you, sweetheart,” Adam said. “I see a woman who is too strong for her own good, who has the capability of loving so unconditionally that she did so at her own detriment. You loved that asshole in spite of himself. You loved him when he didn’t deserve it. Your loyalty astounds me. The fact you stayed true even after you shouldn’t have doesn’t make you weak, honey. It makes you strong.”
“But I let him hurt me,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. I’d never thought about it that way before. I had loved him unconditionally. It just wasn’t enough.
“You got caught up in a shitty situation. You were fucking seventeen. You didn’t know any better. By the time you did, you were in so deep it probably felt impossible to get out.” Adam reached out and stroked the side of my cheek. “But you did. You got out. And now you’re here with me.”
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