Chapter Forty-Six
Blake
T he sound that claws out of his throat is deep, primal, and masculine. His forearms are resting next to my head and his hands tangle into my hair, laying more of his weight on me.
With the new position, he has full control of the moment. And there’s not a single ounce of worry as he moves his hard length against my center, both of us covered. Still, the sensation is everything.
Pushing back until he’s holding himself above me and looking down at where we aren’t quite connected, he pumps his hips again. This time, he slides against my clit a little harder, causing me to claw at his shoulders and cry out.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, watching the way our bodies move together. I try to look down too, but he changes speed and it’s too much.
Yet somehow. Not . Enough .
“Adrian, God, please,” I whine and slide my hands under his boxer-briefs. Grabbing onto his tight ass, I have more control to grind our pelvises at a faster, harder pace.
“Please what?” He drops down until his lips are an inch from mine and stops his movement all together. “I told you before—tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen, pretty girl.”
Trying to buck my hips against him, I can’t find the friction I desperately need.
“You. I just need you…” whispering, I add, “inside me. Deep inside me.”
“That’s all I want,” he breathes and kisses down my neck. “I’ve spent a lot of lonely nights thinking about that actually.”
My nails scratch down the back of his head. “Me too.”
His head pops up and the shocked expression is almost comical. It’s usually me who is left speechless. “Don’t lie to me about that.”
Quietly laughing, I shake my head. “I’m not. I’ve had your fingers and mouth… of course I’ve thought about it.”
“Fuck,” he groans and pumps his hips a little faster. Moaning, I grab onto him and move my body with his. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything with someone else, but I don’t remember dry humping ever being this erotic.
His head starts to move down south, and I quickly stop him, shaking my head frantically.
I’ve had that. It’s not what I need now.
“Can we skip that?” I ask, a desperate note to my voice.
He looks a little confused but mostly disappointed by my suggestion. “Why?”
Laughing, I feel freer than I ever have during sex. I didn’t know it could be this hot and intense and yet so… comfortable and casual. “I just told you I wanted you inside me. We can save that talented tongue for another night.”
He huffs, as if it’s an inconvenience to him, but it quickly turns into a groan as I lean up to pull my tank top over my head.
“You know,” he teases and slides a hand up my body to pinch my nipple. “Your idea sounds fucking fantastic.”
I want to laugh, but he’s already building me up to the edge of an orgasm just by the squeeze of his hands and the thrust of his dick against my most sensitive area.
He leans back to slide my panties off and take his own underwear off as well. As he settles over me again, his hand cups my pussy.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he muses, an appreciative note to his tone as he slides a finger inside me. Even though I’ve been practically begging him to fuck me already, I appreciate him taking the time to get me ready.
He’s big. And thick. Not so much that I’m worried about my anatomy, but definitely bigger than anyone else I’ve been with.
So, I lay back and leave my pleasure in Adrian’s hands. Literally.
He kisses me and uses the palm of his hand to rub my clit as he works his finger into me. Eventually, sliding another finger into me… then one more.
“Oh my God,” I moan.
I feel right on the line of pleasure, but know I’d take that pinch of pain if it meant having him—really having him.
On the same wavelength as me, he groans out, “Blake.” It’s deep and primal—and I know it’s more of a plea of his own than anything else.
“I’m ready,” I promise him and hitch one of my legs higher.
He nods, eyes dark. Reluctantly, he pulls his body off of me and reaches to the left side of the bed.
Watching, he pulls out the un-open box of condoms we found and makes quick work of the cardboard tab. When he drops the aluminum package onto the mattress and reaches to put the box on the nightstand, I quickly snatch it up.
I’m not sure what comes over me. I’ve never done this before.
I find myself reaching toward Adrian’s waistline as he moves back between my legs. With a little bit of fumbling, and his instruction on how to pinch the tip of the latex, I slowly roll it down his length—enjoying every inch of him.
But nothing could prepare me for the overwhelming euphoria of having him position the crown of his cock at my entrance and slowly thrust into me. Not once—over and over.
He takes his time and seems to enjoy each tortuous moment of working himself into me.
As he seems to go slower with each whimper, and moan I let out—probably worried he’s going to hurt me—I grow more impatient by the second. Until all I can think to do is slide my hands back down to his ass. On his next thrust, I lock my legs around him tighter and encourage him to close the last couple of inches between us.
“Fuck,” we both cry out as he slams home, filling both my body and heart.
The stab of pain from being stretched around him quickly morphs into pleasure, so I buck my hips against him. His head drops to my shoulder as he pants against my skin. With my patience almost gone, I try to move, encouraging him to do something.
He grabs onto my hips and holds me still, with him buried to the hilt. “Blake,” he pleads. “I’m going to come.”
Letting out a desperate whiney sound, I tell him, “I want to come, Adrian.”
Nodding into my neck, he slowly moves his cock inside of me. It’s not what I need but to make up for that, he rubs my clit in tight, hard circles and drops his mouth to my breast. He teases me by avoiding my nipples and focuses on sucking the skin around them.
When he lifts his mouth from the first spot, I notice a light hickey forming already. It’s something I’ve gone out of my way to avoid in the past but with Adrian, I almost wish he’d move further up and leave one on my collarbone.
The thought immediately leaves my mind as his hot tongue finally makes contact with my pinched bud. Though, it’s nothing compared to the way he closes his lips around me and nibbles on the sensitive skin.
He matches the delicious sensation to the speed of his fingers and cock. The faster he moves inside of me, the faster I’m working up to my orgasm and hoping he’s right there with me.
“I want to stay right here—forever. With my cock buried inside your sweet pussy and your perfect tits in my mouth or hands.”
“Adrian,” I whimper. It starts out as an almost inaudible mewl but with each time I repeat it, it grows louder and stronger. Mimicking the way my pleasure overtakes every inch of my body with each of his deep thrusts.
“Is that what you need, baby?” he asks, mouth still pressed against my chest. I know he’s asking about the way he’s playing with my clit since he’s never once assumed he knows my body better than me. Instead, he always looks for confirmation that I’m enjoying this as much as he is.
I nod emphatically, to the point where words are out of reach. It’s just our bodies and spirits together now.
“Me too.” His voice is low and desperate as he removes his mouth from my breast and drags them up to my lips. It’s a hot, possessive kiss as he pumps into me harder and faster. “I’ve needed you forever, I think.”
“Forever,” I repeat. It’s both an agreement and a promise. My body tenses, almost at the precipice of it all.
But it’s the feel of Adrian’s body against mine—every muscle slowly starts to tighten as his hips move more erratically—that sends me over the edge.
And by the way he grabs the globes of my ass and pulls me onto his length one final time, holding me there as his body pushes him through his orgasm, I know we shared even that intimacy together for the first time.
The realization makes me smile, feeling a sense of not totally foreign hope and completeness in my chest. Adrian’s panting, leaning over me. Accepting the fact I’ll never have my fill of him, I wrap my arms and legs around him and pull my body flush against his, kissing him deep. After a few minutes, he slides out of me, and carries me to the bathroom, so we can clean up before bed.