Adam's Fall

by Liv Morris

  I cup her breasts in my palms. Her lips part as I kiss one of her nipples, suck it into my mouth, and flick my tongue over the sweet tip. I rub my thumb over the other nipple to increase her pleasure. Her hips begin to circle against my length. I join the dance as we move to a silent beat.

  “Oh God. You’re killing me,” she says between breaths.

  I kiss a trail up her flushed neck. Stopping at her ear, I whisper, “Feel good, beautiful?”

  I resume my wandering along her jaw until I find her lips and we kiss. The passion increases along with my heartbeat.

  “Yes. Don’t stop,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “I’m going to make it worse and better all at once.” She shivers at my words. “Hike up your dress.”

  Her fingers shake and fumble at the hem of her dress, but she raises it up her creamy thighs. I want to feel their softness, so I follow her hands with mine. One holds her sweet, lace-covered ass while the other finds the soaked satin between her thighs.

  “You’re so wet for me, baby.” I pass my finger over her satin-covered clit and down to where she’s wettest. As I drag my finger back up, I let it roam underneath the edge of the elastic and feel her flinch in my arms.

  “Shh,” I say as her breaths quicken. “Let me make you come. Enjoy the feeling.”

  She’s so slick, but I want her wetter, and I want to be buried deep in her heat. I take what I want and plunge my fingers into her.

  “Like that!” she cries and arches her back, bringing her nipples close to my mouth. Like a moth to a flame, I can’t resist devouring her pink peaks. I lick and twirl my tongue in sync with my fingers circling in her pussy.

  I fuck her with my fingers until her legs begin to shake. “I’m close,” she says before letting out a cry.

  “Ah…” Her body stiffens as her moans fill the silence of the car. I continue to stroke her gently through her release. Finally spent, she collapses against me in a silky red heap. I bury my face in her hair, smelling her Shalimar scent.

  My impatient cock remains hard and desperate to be inside her. But when I lift my head, I catch a glimpse of Eddie walking out the door with takeout bags.

  Shit! Eddie will see Kathryn topless when he gets back in the SUV. I have to cover her back up. Her breaths are beginning to even out as I weave my hands through her thick hair in search of the ties to her dress. I locate them, move her hair quickly to the side, and retie them faster than Houdini. I ease her dress down over her thighs just as I hear the sound of the driver’s door opening. A flash of the interior lights sends Kathryn into hyperalert mode.

  “Holy—” She hides her face against my shoulder before clamoring off my lap and falling into the seat next to me just as Eddie settles into his seat. She adjusts her dress around her legs, detangles her hair, and then gives me a serious once over. I return the look, and we both crack up.

  “That was way too fucking close,” I whisper as Eddie gets situated and closes his door.

  “I feel like we’re back in high school,” she says after brushing her lips against my jaw.

  “Your pleasure is mine.” I stare at her mouth as she licks over her lips. My neglected dick twitches when I see them. “And believe me, I couldn’t have done that to you in high school. I was fucking clueless then.”

  “Pardon me, sir.” Eddie clears his throat.

  “No problem, Eddie. Thanks for getting our burgers. Tell me you ordered one for yourself, too.” He always ate with Tom and me. The three of us would turn on the some old school rap music and scarf down our takeout in the car. We pretty much resembled animals feeding in the wild.

  “Yes, sir. Just like old times.” Eddie smiles into the rearview mirror, holding up his shake. “Where do you want me to take you two? Back to The Pierre?”

  “Give me a second, okay?” The question for the rest of the night is still up in the air.

  “The night’s still young…” I throw it out there, hoping she’ll catch it and run with it.

  “It’s young and you’re still hard as a rock,” she says in a low and raspy whisper.

  “True on both accounts. Any idea how to deal with the ‘rock’ part?” I smirk as she shakes her head, laughing.

  “As a matter of fact, I have a brilliant idea. We’re eating fast food, so let’s go back to...” She squints her eyes. “What do you call my office again?”

  “The harem tent.”

  “Oh, yes, the ‘harem tent.’ ” She snorts. “Let’s go back to my apartment tonight. We need some...” She stops and bends closer to my ear. “Gourmet fucking.”

  I can’t hide my excitement when I say, “Eddie, drive us back to Kathryn’s apartment but take the short way through Central Park.” I place my lips against her ear so my next words are spoken in private. “He needs to hurry because now I’m hungry to get inside your sweet pussy. Fuck the food; I want to fuck you.”

  “Sounds good.” I watch a slight shiver run over her body, and I imagine her nipples are now hard and pebbled for me.

  “We need some music.” I announce. “Hey, Eddie, play some Run-D.M.C. for old times’ sake.”

  I reach through the divider to grab our burgers and shakes. “Vanilla for the most non-vanilla woman I know. Even your perfume is spicy.”

  “Always keep them guessing. A fabulous quote from my mother.” She winks, and I smile as I imagine sassy Ava saying those words. I pass her a burger and fries from the grease-soaked bag.

  Eddie drives through Central Park as we unwrap our burgers and prepare to sink our teeth into them.

  “Looking forward to your harem tent if we don’t end up in a fucking food coma first.” She licks her lips and takes the first bite. And damn, all I can think is how I wish it was my cock in her hot mouth instead. Maybe later tonight I’ll get lucky. A man can hope.

  Chapter 17

  After driving through Central Park, Eddie dropped Kathryn and me back at her apartment. We quickly settled into her overstuffed couch after eating our burgers and greasy fries. Kathryn had given up halfway through her meal and handed me the rest.

  Maybe it was the lack of sleep over the last week combined with all the food, but my eyes grew heavy and I sank like a ship against her cushions. The promise of some fun in her harem tent might have been in jeopardy if she hadn’t rescued me with coffee.

  Two cups later, I am no longer drowsy.

  “Thanks for the coffee. I’m more awake now.” I quirk my brow and smile. “How about you?”

  “I’m good.” She places her cup on the table in front of us. A glow starts to form in her eyes when she says, “But I could be better.”

  “Anything I can do?” I lean closer as we face each other on the couch. “I’m more than willing to help.”

  “I figured you might be, but I want to be honest with you.” She looks away for a second. “You remember the position we were in when I asked you to go back to memories from earlier in your life?”

  “How could I forget that?” I give her a smirk and she matches it.

  “True,” she says with a laugh. “Well I’ve never done that position without my clothes on. My experience has been more on the clinical side, not actual participation, and I’d like to remedy that with you tonight.”

  She moves closer to me on the couch so our knees are now touching.

  “So you’re talking about the position where you straddled my lap, but with no clothes on, right?” Her response is an excited nod of her head. “Count me in on that—and any other position.”

  “Come with me, then.” She rises from the couch and takes my hand. I follow her down the hall to her harem tent.

  Darkness shrouds the room as she opens one of the double doors. She drops my hand and walks over to the light switch, leaving me feeling bereft of her warm touch. Once the lights shine, she dims them to a soft glow, exactly how they were during our first and only time in the room.

  “Is this what all Tantra rooms look like?”

  Kathryn busies herself with lighting various ca
ndles placed throughout the room.

  “Most instructors like me decorate with some type of Far Eastern flare since the tantric concept came from India,” she answers while adjusting the sound system. A melody of hypnotic beats plays through the speakers hidden throughout the room.

  It transports me back to our first experience in this room. I walk over to the large cream-colored cushion in the middle of the floor and stare down at it thoughtfully. My cock comes alive at the memory of her hips pressing and grinding against mine. I never thought dry-humping could be so intense.

  As powerful as our sex was that night, the emotional healing I experienced when I let my old memories and feelings flood my mind changed and liberated me. Since that night, I’ve spoken about my mother and my past freely with Kathryn on several occasions. I let myself go back to the days of my childhood after ten years of suppressing them, and I couldn’t have done it without her showing me how.

  “What are you thinking?” Kathryn stands next to me. I feel her gentle touch on my back. I shed my tuxedo jacket in the living room, so I can feel the heat of her fingers through my dress shirt.

  “Back to our night here.” I point down at the cushion before us and look down at her face. A slow smile builds on her lips. She remembers the night the same way, too.

  “Let’s relive it but make it even better. Skin against skin.” She moves in front of me and unbuttons my shirt. She stands so close; I feel her breath against my exposed skin.

  “Yes, skin against skin.” I briefly shut my eyes as she moves her fingers over my shoulders and down my arms to remove my shirt. “Your touch feels like fire.”

  Kathryn kisses my bare chest and my nipples, tickling each one with her tongue. My cock twitches.

  “I want you naked.” I loosen the tie at her neck and pull down the short zipper at the waist of her dress. The red silk falls at her feet and only a pair of lace panties adorns her body.

  “I hate these pants.” She smirks as my belt and pants come undone under her hands. She pushes them down, along with my boxer briefs, and my erection points free and ready.

  Kathryn goes to her knees and helps me step out of my pants. Once they’re removed, my socks follow. I’m left standing before her with nothing covering me. I’m fully open and exposed as she eyes my cock.

  Biting her lip, she lays her hands on my legs and trails them upward. Alternating one hand and then the other she encloses my erection and moves in a gentle exchange from the base to the aching tip. The hunger in her touch matches the hunger in her eyes.

  “God,” I moan while the feeling and sight of her holding me drives my senses wild.

  She tongues the length of my cock, letting her long licks travel my erection, teasing me. Killing me slowly. She ends her journey at the crease on my head, tasting the liquid starting to seep out. Then she crosses over to my hipbones, lightly kissing along the way and making a trail up my torso as she rises to her feet.

  I wrap my arms around her and draw her against me. We sway to the beat of the music as I inhale her scent. The fragrance of spice and sex mix together, searing into my brain. The hot combination triggers a sensuous high.

  “Let’s sit on the mat.” She pulls me forward.

  “You lead and I’ll follow. You’re the expert here, beautiful.”

  We sit cross-legged, facing each other. Our knees press together, and I notice she still has on her damned panties.

  “You missed something.” I shake my head while staring down at the offending piece of cloth. “Skin to skin, remember?”

  “You’re right,” she says without hesitation while sitting up on her knees and easing her panties down her legs.

  “Here, let me help.” I curl my fingers inside the elastic waistband and yank them down. I should have been gentle because they rip in my hands. “Sorry, baby.” I shrug while throwing them to the side.

  “That’s the second pair, you brute,” she says, but the flame in her eyes betrays her feelings.

  Instead of returning to the cushion on the floor, she climbs into my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. My breath hitches as her wet pussy and my dick make contact, my hardness meeting her soft warmth. On instinct, I push forward as I grab her ass.

  “Whoa.” She holds me back by the shoulders. I loosen my hold while giving her a wide-eyed look. “Don’t play innocent, mister. You know the rules. Slow with patience.”

  I smirk, caught in my hormone-driven actions. “Okay. I just can’t help myself with your pussy so close to me. I have this strong urge bury myself inside you.”

  I ghost my lips over her neck and jaw line. Her breathing exhilarates as I kiss and suck on her tender skin. I end my path with a nibble on her earlobe. “I am ready whenever you are.”

  We’re positioned nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye. I wait for instruction, but Kathryn stares at me without blinking. An intensity rolls off her, and I’m caught up in its waves.

  “Remember the time with the coins and special massage when I brought you close to an orgasm then pulled you back?”

  “Of course. How could I forget that torture? It was fucking sweet, but torture nonetheless.”

  “Tonight will be similar. We’ll be reaching for plateaus before our release. As we get close to orgasm, we’ll level off. Not stopping the pleasure completely, just savoring it. Then we will build from each new place. When we are at the final plateau, I’ll tell you. There will be no holding back then. I’m aiming for the sweetest torture you’ve ever had.”

  “Me, too, baby.” I bring my lips to hers in a kiss of thanks and expectation. “I’m the luckiest fucker to have you.”

  “I agree.” She giggles as I kiss across her cheeks. “Okay, enough talking. And no moving below the hips as of right now.” I frown and she smiles. “Don’t worry, when the time comes, you’ll know. Patience, you horny devil.”

  “I’ll follow your lead.” I hold up my hand like I’m swearing under oath.

  “Rub your right hand over my chest, but don’t touch my breasts.” Kathryn takes my hand and guides my touch, rubbing circles around her chest and down her cleavage. It’s similar to the motion she did when I first sat in this room with her. The night I faced my past and confronted the demons surrounding my mother’s death.

  She places a hand over mine as it lies over her heart. “Follow my lead.”

  Gently she glides her palm over my knuckles, teaching me how to touch her. Eventually she drops her hand to her lap, allowing me to explore on my own.

  “Eyes,” she says and I respond without wavering when I meet her gaze head on.

  Her eyes appear a deep navy in the darkened room. Their beauty mesmerizes me, pulling me deeper into their spell. Her chin tilts down and she eyes me through her lashes.

  “Breathe with me. I’ll inhale and you exhale.” Her shoulders rise, and I wait to inhale until she releases her breath.

  We exhale then inhale. One breath followed by another.

  Our eyes pierce and penetrate deep into each other’s souls.

  The tempo of the music matches the beat of our hearts.

  The smell of the candles mixes with the scent of sex to intoxicate our brains like a drug. The subdued light from the flickering flames bathes us in sensual shadows.

  Our senses are saturated and full of lust and something much more that I can’t describe. Even the air tastes heavy.

  Minutes go by as the sensations of the massage intensify. She eases herself against my erection. My breathing gets out of sync with hers when her pussy sits so close, and I can’t take it yet. Scrunching my face and trying to refocus, I get back on task.

  Once we are breathing together again, she squeezes her strong legs around my back. I reach around her, tentatively cup her ass, and press her even closer into my cock. I look to her in a silent plea for approval. She answers me with a curl of her lips.

  Her hand at my heart migrates upward to my shoulders. The tips of her fingers play a soft melody on my skin, a relaxing tune. I’m tempted to close my eyes an
d drift away in her touch, but I know the rules and the importance of eye contact.

  “Oh, Kathryn. Your touch,” I mumble as my skin prickles in sensation, like fire racing over every inch of my skin. She kisses me, and I can’t get enough of her taste. When our tongues start moving in a circle, her hips begin to rotate in tandem. She pulls her lips from mine and our eyes lock, but hers are even darker this time.

  Step-by-step we climb higher up the tantric ladder. Our eyes stay connected, breathing together, our touches comforting. The wetness of her pussy presses against me as she slides over my cock with each move of her hips.

  “I want to be inside you. Please?”

  “Inside me is where you belong.” My heart races when I hear her heated words.

  She brings her hand between us and grasps hold of my cock. Her legs raise off mine just enough so my erection grazes the entrance of her sex.

  With her eyes fixed on mine, she lowers herself onto me. The tip of my cock breaks through her folds, and her body stills as her eyes shine with desire.

  It takes all my willpower to remain motionless and not shove my hips upward into her soft warmth. My muscles shake with need. Just one quick thrust and I’d be buried deep in her hot pussy.

  She anchors her hands on my shoulder before she moves. Then finally, inch by glorious inch, she lowers herself, and my cock finds its home inside her.

  “Oh!” she cries out while tightening around me. “God, so deep.” She tosses her head back and circles her hips.

  Her tits tempt me as she arches backward. I bring my lips to them and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her hips rotate around me faster and match the twirls of my tongue as it licks over hers.

  “I have to slow this down.” She’s breathless and sits up so that we’re once again eye-to-eye. She slows down her hips.

  “Our first plateau,” she whispers to me, her eyes hooded with want.

  “I want more.” I’m not above begging. She fulfills my needy request by raising and lowering herself on my cock. Her movements are deliberate and slow, making me ache inside for more. All I have left to do is thrust up and meet each push. I grab her ass harder, and try to hold back part of my desire to push ahead for more.