Amy nodded and tried to stifle a yawn, but the yawn won. The foot rub was so relaxing…
“Aw, poor baby,” Adam said. “You’re shattered.”
“No, I’m okay. Tell me about the woman Ivan and Tariq were fighting over.”
“I’m not too sure of the details – Ivan wouldn’t talk about it. But anyway, I think it’s time we went to bed, huh?”
She crawled over and kissed him. “Alright. You wanna make love?”
He gazed into her eyes, allowing her to see deep into his soul. “You know, this may sound weird, but I’d love to hold you under the covers. Don’t tell anyone I said that!”
She laughed. “Okay – that sounds lovely. But you’ve unlocked my love of orgasms – it’s like having a new toy to play with. So we’d better set the alarm for early – I’ll need to get my fix of you first thing in the morning, before we head off to see Frank!”
Chapter Twenty-One
Amy’s bedroom was small and cozy, with the double bed taking up most of the space, and the furniture crammed in tight. The cupboards and drawers were all a bit worn now, and some of them belonged to James. But it was her place, and she was happy to be home after spending the last few nights in that stark New York hotel room.
She awoke snuggled in Adam’s strong arms, and she lay there for a moment, relishing the sparkly feeling that whooshed through her, simply from being here with him. The spring sunshine was gleaming through the gap in the curtains, and Amy suddenly felt more safe and secure than she had in her entire life. She listened to Adam’s gentle breathing and her contentment turned to lust. She reached down and was delighted to find his morning glory under the covers, firmed-up and ready for action.
She propped herself up onto her elbows and kissed him into wakefulness.
“Morning, angel,” he said, smiling sleepily.
“Morning. I was wondering whether you and your huge erection would like to take a shower with me?”
He grinned. “Sounds like heaven.”
Her bathroom – like the rest of her apartment – was in need of some refurbishment – the ceiling was damp, the floor tiles were chipped, and the window sometimes jammed itself shut. But the one wonderful thing about it was the power shower.
Adam and Amy didn’t bother putting on any clothes as they padded from their warm bed across to the chilly bathroom. As soon as they were in there, Amy reached above the bathtub and turned the shower dial, so that the warm water spluttered out. Adam came up behind her and started to nibble her neck, and she felt his glorious erection rub against her ass, reminding her of how much pleasure was about to be had.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he muttered. “I’m gonna clean you up with some soap suds. How about it?”
She laughed, feeling arousal shudder through her body.
Adam kissed her from behind, then he stepped into the bathtub and joined her under the stream of water, unable to keep his hand off his erection. He was so fucking handsome; so fit and toned. And that cock was perfect – so powerful and ready to give her pleasure. Amy couldn’t resist him any longer, so she stepped into the bath tub, and, as the room filled up with steam, they kissed frantically under the jet of warm water.
She broke away and reached out to grab a bottle of shower gel, then she squirted some into her palm and lathered it up in her hands. Maintaining eye contact with Adam, she rubbed the suds over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her thighs. He watched her in awe, and she felt powerful having such control over him. He stepped forward and massaged a strong hand over her soapy breast, then he ran his fingers down and around to her butt, which he squeezed possessively.
Amy gasped with pleasure. She reached out and rubbed the soapy lather into his straining erection, then she gazed into his eyes and purred. “Condoms are in the cabinet.”
Adam kissed her passionately, then stepped out to do the honours. Amy turned to face the tiled wall, then she threw him a smutty glance over her shoulder.
“I’m so fucking ready for you to fuck me,” she said.
He grinned and stepped back into the tub, then positioned himself behind Amy so that their legs were touching. She could feel his straining erection poking against her ass and his balls against her thigh. They kissed over Amy’s shoulder, and she relished his masculine scent.
“And I’m ready to fuck you,” he whispered.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, then he ran his hands over her soapy breasts, down her stomach, and over her throbbing clit. He stood firmly behind her as he rubbed her tender nub, focusing all the pleasure into that wonderful area, while keeping her warm and secure in his strong embrace.
She felt as if she might come soon, so she rested her hand on the slippery tiles in front of her – one had either side of the shower dial – then she glanced over her shoulder and stuck out her ass.
“Take me deep,” she said. “I need to feel you inside me, thrusting hard.”
He grinned. Then, still fondling her clit with one hand, he eased two fingers from the other hand between her legs.
“I need to loosen up your tight sweet pussy first,” he said.