“You don’t keep you from me,” I bellowed. “You don’t keep you from me!”
“Adam,” she panted. “Please.”
This game was finished. She could run, but not far. She circled the bed again, but I wasn’t playing anymore. I leapt over the mattress, coming down in front of her. With a startled yelp, she ducked out of my grasp and ran for the bathroom.
A mistake.
There was no escaping now. I prowled after her, crowding her in the small, dark room. She tried to slip past me, to get out, but I shoved forward, trapping her hips against the vanity with mine. One arm locked around her waist, the other tore her panties from her body.
Any of my doubt on whether she wanted this was erased when she arched her back, pressing her ass against my aching cock. I yanked my underwear down, freeing my cock, and buried it between her cheeks. She rocked into me, drawing me into her heat.
“You don’t keep you from me, Adelaide.” Releasing her waist, I placed a hand on the center of her back to push her down on the counter. She cried out when her tits hit the marble.
“You don’t keep you from me.” Gripping my cock, I rubbed it through her soaking-wet folds, once, twice, then I slammed forward, filling her to the hilt in one hard thrust.
Her head reared back as she made a sound somewhere between a cry and moan. It was a fucking perfect sound. Gorgeous.
“This is going to ruin our friendship.” I barely got the words out. The feel of her, the tight grip, the slick slide, was too perfect, too intoxicating to think straight. Then again, I hadn’t been thinking straight for as long as I’d known her.
“It’s already ruined,” she rasped.
Yet neither of us stopped. She pushed back onto my cock, taking my pounding and seeking more. I couldn’t stop touching her, rubbing the smooth skin of her back, outlining the roundness of her hips with my palms, tracing the valley of her ass with my fingertip.
It wasn’t enough. Not after months of silence. Especially not after she’d kept herself from me out there. This was my girl. My Adelaide. She didn’t keep herself from me. She didn’t hide.
Pulling out, I spun her around to face me. She mewled and spat like an angry kitten. But I had her ass on the vanity, legs spread wide for me, and I sank back inside her before she could form a sentence. If she had a protest, I didn’t want to hear it. Taking her head in my hands, I covered her mouth with mine. She bit down on my bottom lip. I licked at her until she gasped then invaded her mouth with my tongue.
She tasted just as sweet as the first time I’d kissed her. Only now, I was taking all I could get. Her tongue lashed at mine like a whip, and I relished the pain. I’d take all she had to give.
We kissed and fucked, clawed and groaned at each other. Her nails dug crevices into my shoulders and arms. I palmed her breasts and gripped her hips, getting the angle just right so the piercing at the base of my cock rubbed her clit.
“I hate you,” she moaned.
“I know.” I powered into her over and over. “I’m gonna fix it.”
“We’re ruined.”
“We’re something new.”
“I hate you.” It was more of a whimper now. Her legs were clamped around my hips, pulling me closer.
Dipping my head, I watched my body disappear into hers. Her pussy was stretched wide, taking me beautifully, all shiny with desire. Her swollen clit was like a ruby on top, the crown jewel, precious and needy. I rubbed it with my thumb, watching her flex around me.
“Adam.” She yanked on my hair, drawing my mouth back to hers. Wet, deep, we kissed until we were both out of breath, then my mouth went to her neck, sucking her wild pulse.
“Get there, baby.” I rubbed her clit a little harder, and that was all it took. She started to tremble and moan, her ass lifting off the counter. Her inner walls flexed around me torturously. It was all I could do to ride out her pleasure and not take my own. But I needed her to have this, and I wanted to see it. The beauty of Adelaide letting go all the way, just for me. She might’ve hated me, but her body was mine.Igot her off. Her pleasure was due to me—no one else.
When her cries started to wane, I couldn’t hang on any longer. Fingers digging into her thighs, I splayed them wide and rutted into her. My rhythm was frenzied, stuttering, desperate. The overwhelming need to claim her, mark her, remind her who I was to her, nearly blinded me.
With a grunt of something similar to anguish, I shuddered my release, filling Adelaide until she was overflowing. My face was shoved in her throat, mouth moving up and down the long column. Her fingers were tangled in my hair, holding on to me.
After a minute or two, she pushed at me, giving me the clear sign she needed me to let her go. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but for now, I would.
“Can you give me a minute to clean up?” She was looking anywhere but at me.
“A minute.” Gripping the back of her neck, I forced her stare. “You’re not running away from me again.”
She blinked at me, then sighed. “Your cum is dripping down my thighs. I might like to be watched, but peeing is where I draw the line. I need some privacy for that.”
Giving her neck a squeeze, I nodded. “Only that.”
I tucked myself back into my underwear and closed the bathroom door. Then I went to the window and slid the velvet curtains over it. The show was over for now. Folks could move right the fuck along. Whatever happened next was between Adelaide and me.
Once I had my pants on, I gathered Adelaide’s dress and bra and knocked on the bathroom door. “Your clothes, baby.”
She stuck her hand out, taking them from me, then her face appeared. It was scrubbed clean and a little pink. Pretty but sad.
“Thank you, Adam.”
Then she closed the door again.