“Suck.” I blinked at him. What the hell?
“I don’t… what?”
He grinned. “Suck it, little angel. Here’s your minty goodness.”
With a bemused smile, I parted my lips, and he slid his finger into my mouth, winking at me, as I started to suck the toothpaste from it.
“That’s so fucking sexy.” He murmured, pointing to my hand.
“Give me a finger…” I lifted my hand, and he squirted some toothpaste onto my index finger, then he tossed the toothpaste at the sink, and took my hand, sucking my finger into his mouth.
It was the most bizarre ritual, but there was something so sexy about sucking each other’s fingers like that. Almost simultaneously, we released the fingers we sucked, and then Adam pressed me back against the door and his lips crashed down on mine. I didn’t resist this time, so when his tongue teased at my lips, I sucked it into my mouth, and relished the minty burn from the toothpaste.
I felt Adam’s hand sliding down my shoulder, and then he traced my arm, down to my hand, which he placed firmly against his chest, like the other one.
His hand grasped my hip next, pulling me toward him as he pressed closer. Were we really going to do this again?
He pulled back to look down at me, his breathing rough. “I need to be inside you, little angel, but I’m going to need your help. I can’t lift you without you holding on tight, okay?”
I nodded, because hell yes, we’re going to do this. He could leave at any moment, and I didn’t want to miss a minute of our time together.
He squatted down to my height, and nudged my arms up to his neck.
“Hold on for me… don’t let go.” Hooking his arms under my knees, he crouched, and then cursed.
“Fucking Seb, that bastard! I can’t do it. I can’t fucking do it.”
He stood back up again, my arms slipping from his shoulders.
I frowned, and reached over to turn the shower off, and then I winked at him, and opened the bathroom door, sashaying over to the foot of the bed.
“Can you do it here?”
A wicked look crossed Adam’s face then, as he practically prowled after me.
“Fucking right I can, little angel. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?” I moved quickly, because the longer this took to happen, the more desperate I was to feel him inside me again.
I’d barely moved into position, and his hands grasped my hips, stroking my skin lightly.
“So beautiful, Julie… don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Not even yourself.” He slipped his fingers between my legs, stroking smoothly through the wetness practically oozing out of me. I let out a soft moan, as his fingers slipped deep inside me, giving me a taste of what I wanted.
“Give me more, Adam. I need more.” I whispered, and his groan of need was the best answer I could have asked for. He used his fingers to press me open, and I felt his hard cock sliding slowly into me. No, that was the best answer I could have asked for.
When his hips pressed against my ass, he let out a heavy breath, sliding his hands over my sides, to grasp my hips again.
“How much more do you want, little angel?” His voice was soft, strained, like he was barely in control of himself.
“All of it.” I moaned, pushing my hips back against him.
“Fuckkk…” His hands tightened on my hips, and I felt him slowly sliding out, and then he pressed deeply inside me again. His pace was slow, and steady, and absolute fucking torture. I wanted fast, hard, deep. I wanted relentless, and ruthless. He was treating me like a breakable thing. Like someone who needed a gentle touch. That wasn’t what I needed from him. Not this time.
“Harder, please. I need you to fuck me harder.” I whispered, trying to push back with each thrust.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweet girl.” He stroked into me a little harder, and I shuddered as it pushed me a little higher.
“More. Oh god, I need more, Adam.”
He groaned, pressing in deep, and staying still for a moment. His hands slid up my sides, and reached my breasts, cupping them, and then focusing on my nipples, stroking, and teasing, and lightly pinching, while I shuddered, and tried pushing back on him. I needed him to move. I needed more.