I was already so swollen and sensitive, his piercing pressing into my walls, the one at his base hitting my clit, I was a strung out, raw mess. I shook all the way to my bones, then somewhere deeper. Somewhere that had never been reached by anyone.
“So fucking beautiful,” he uttered. When my eyes opened, his were locked on mine. There was awe there, like he meant every syllable of that declaration—and it wasn’t just about my outsides, but all of me.
That look brought me back, pushing me to give him more beauty. My hips rolled as I rose and fell over him. He moved with me, matching my rhythm as he fucked me from below. We worked for it, worked for each other.
His hands were all over me, trailing paths down my spine, playing with my nipples, exploring the valley of my ass. I tugged at his hair and nipped at his mouth. Traced the arcs of his flexing biceps. Balanced on the strength of his shoulders and chest.
He latched on to my nipple again, swirling his tongue around the tight peak then sucking it between his lips. He groaned and hummed, closing his eyes as he tasted me.
“Your tits, baby. So perfect. You hid them from me. Hid these perfect tits.”
He switched to the other one, giving it the same attention. He never lost the beat of movement, plunging into me while I ground down on him.
When he wasn’t going at my breasts, we kissed and kissed and kissed. Sometimes, it was the battling kind, all teeth and tongues. But other kisses were so sweet, soft, thorough, I felt them in my chest.
Adam tipped my head back and pressed his chin to mine, his arms wrapping around my torso. We stayed close like that, barely any room between us, breathing into each other, exhaling passion and relief. This one thing between us was so damn perfect without having to fight for it.
“I’m so close,” he pushed out. “So close. I want to come in you, but fuck, I know I can’t.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” I chanted. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I can’t—” His jaw was tight. The hold he had on my hips was bruising. “Gotta get off of me, baby.”
But he held me down, rutting up into me. So deep, it bordered on painful. I’d feel him everywhere when I left. And maybe that was his intention.
“Adam, let me take care of you.” I curled my fingers around his wrists, tugging them off me. Once the idea had taken root, I needed to do it. I didn’t regret climbing off him, losing him from my body. I didn’t have that chance. He was in my mouth, hot, soaked with my pleasure, all the way down my throat.
His hands fisted my hair, guiding me up and down on him. It went hard and fast, Adam panting, grunting, arching into me. I swallowed him whole, hungry for all that he had to give.
His hands were gentle, even as he held me down, coming into the back of my mouth. I let it slide down, moaning at his flavor, and when he was finished, I wished for more.
I licked and kissed my way up his length, taking extra care to tongue his piercing. He hissed when I flicked it with my tongue, jerking away from me. Grinning, I laid my head down on his stomach and nuzzled him. His fingers were soothing, stroking my hair and cheek.
“That was perfect,” he said softly. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Mmm,” I answered.
It had been perfect. But it was over, and I didn’t know what it meant or what to do now. So, I lay there until it felt like maybe I should move or leave or do something. Except…Adam was on one side of me, and the cold, wet spot on the other, trapping me in place.
He chuckled, which had startled me so much, I rose up on my elbow to find him grinning at me.
“I did you so well, you’re going to snuggle with my dick all night?”
I snarled at him. “Don’t get cocky. Just because that happened doesn’t mean it’s happening again.”
The humor left his face in an instant. He reached for me, pulling me up until I was on his chest, his fingers delving into my hair.
“I thought I made it clear that your pussy is mine now.”
“Things we say during sex don’t count,” I argued.
“Oh, that counted. Believe me, it counted.”
I exhaled a heavy breath. “I’m—I don’t know. I need to use the bathroom.”
I rolled over him and off the bed, scurrying into his master bath before he could stop me. He called my name, but I quickly closed the door and leaned against it, sighing.
I was already aching and raw between my thighs. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone, and now I’d gotten railed twice in the span of twenty-four hours by a man whose dick rivaled the Washington Monument. I was going to need an ice pack when I got home.
I waddled gingerly to the toilet and did my business. As I sat there, my eyes roamed the room, catching on the shower.
What the fuck did Adam do?