Part of my wanting to wait with her was exactly what I said. For the first time, I truly didn’t want to share. But the other part was the fear that once I had her, I would never be able to let go again. I kissed her again, more softly this time.
“I won’t make you wait ever again,” I promised. I reached down and took hold of her thighs and picked her up so I could press her back against the shower wall.
Water fell down around us, and I kissed her again. “I need you inside me,” she gasped against my mouth. “Please, I’m so wet already.”
I groaned against her. “You can’t just say things like that.” I braced her with one arm and reached between us. My fingers touched her pussy, and she was sopping.Fucking hell. I reached my finger lower and gathered that wetness. I made a show of sucking my fingers into my mouth, relishing in the softohthat escaped her throat.
Her hips wriggled against me, and a desire to see the extent of what those hips could do overcame me. I reached around her and turned off the shower. “What are you doing?” she asked.
I put her down. “Dry off,” I told her.
Adrianne practically stamped her foot, sending water out with a wetthwack. “You said you wouldn’t make me wait anymore.”
I cupped the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss. “I’m not,” I promised. “But I’d like a little more room.” I reached back to the hook on the door and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Dry off,” I repeated.
I grabbed my own towel and left her standing in the bathroom. I threw the towel onto the couch and sat down. My cock bobbed out in front of me in a way that would be completely ridiculous if I weren’t so hard that I was legitimately concerned.
Adrianne followed me into the main living space of the trailer. She’d left her towel in the bathroom, but she’d taken care to dry her hair enough so that it wasn’t dripping everywhere. “Come here,” I said and wrapped a hand around my cock. I pumped myself, eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the feeling of my palm dragging against my skin.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She crossed to me, and I let myself go and motioned for her to climb atop me. When she slung her leg over my lap, I helped to position myself at her entrance. Adrianne’s eyes caught mine as she lowered herself down.
“Jesus,” I grunted as I was surrounded by the tight, wet perfection of her.
“Foster,” she whimpered. I cupped one of her perfect breasts, tweaking the nipple, and she gasped.
“Ride me, Princess.” I kissed her chin, her throat, and her collarbone and took hold of her hips with my hands.
She tried, but the movement was awkward. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled and hid her face in her hands. “I’ve never really...”
There’s no way.
I pulled her hands down from her face. “You’ve never what?”
“Been in this position.” Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of pink. “I want to.” She wriggled again, and pleasure shot through me. “But what if it’s terrible?”
I grabbed hold of her hips again. Holding her still, I thrust upward, and Adrianne’s head fell back. “I don’t think this will ever be terrible,” I told her. “No matter how awkward the position might be.” I kept bucking upward into her, and she moaned, helpless.
I guided her with my hands, moving her hips against me, and her moans turned deeper, huskier. “This doesn’t feel awkward to me, though.”
Adrianne’s hips began to move on their own, more fluid now, as she played with how far she took me inside, what felt best for her. She began to go faster, snapping her hips against me. “I’m going—”
Come on, baby.
“Oh, myGod!”
Her muscles contracted and fluttered around me, and it was nearly enough to pull me over the edge with her, but I clamped down on my own need. She slumped in my arms, panting, and I kissed her everywhere I could reach. Her shoulder, her hair, her forehead.
She looked at me. “Did you ...?”
I grinned at her. “How long do you think we have until you have to be back on set?”
Adrianne glanced at the clock on the wall. “Less than thirty minutes, I imagine,” she said. “Lee’s not known for long breaks.”
I sighed and stood, flipping our positions so that her back was against the couch, and I hovered over her. “I don’t have much time, then.”
“For what?”
I slanted my mouth over hers and bucked inside her. She squealed against my mouth, ripping away to try and get a proper breath.