Chapter 13 Adam
Chapter thirteen
Adam
“You look amazing. Did you have any trouble finding parking?” She sits down across from me and it’s hard not to stare at her breasts. As nice as they are, it’s her shy smile that threatens to undo me.
“Thanks. And no. I actually found a spot right across the street.” She lifts her menu up and holds it like a shield between us. No way. We’re past that. I reach out and press her menu to the table. She bites her bottom lip and those big doe eyes look almost scared.
“Maya? Do I make you nervous?” From the way she’s now clutching the strap of her purse, I already know the answer. She lets out a little puff of air, flustered.
“Well…Yes. I mean you're a customer and…" She fidgets in her seat. "I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out.” And here I thought I'd been coming on too strong.
"Is this not how most of your orders go?" She can tell I'm kidding by the mischievous glint in my eye. She lets out an embarrassed laugh.
"Considering the most people usually see of me is a FedEx box? Definitely not."
“Was it really a surprise, though? You had to know I was interested.” I see the rosiness rising in her cheeks and her breasts. She’s so cute when she’s agitated.
“I knew you were flirting, but some people just flirt for fun. I didn’t realize you were genuinely interested until your text.” I give her a slow smile and see goosebumps rise on her arms.
“I’ll be sure to be more clear next time.” I take her hand and can feel her shaking. She’s having trouble making eye contact too. I give her a gentle squeeze and make it my mission to help her relax.
Dinner was delicious. We got a bottle of mead for the table and shared the vegetarian hot pot.
I thought Maya might not want to try it, but she said yes right away.
I can’t wait to see how far her adventurous streak goes.
Hearing her slurp down the rice noodles and tofu put all sorts of ideas in my head.
Whether it's the mead or the great conversation, Maya's been getting more and more relaxed as the date goes on. She moved closer to me when a rowdy party was seated next to us, and her hand's been on my leg since halfway through dinner. I can barely concentrate.
Looking at the menu now, she starts to pout. I’m immediately worried.
“What’s wrong, Maya?” She sighs dramatically and I feel the bottom drop out of my stomach.
“They don’t have dessert here.” She looks at me with a playful smile and my mouth becomes the Sahara. I am all about flirty Maya. I press my lips together to control a laugh.
"So you're a dessert girl, huh? Is that why you're so sweet?
" The line is definitely corny, but I'm glad I risked it anyway considering the genuine laugh that erupts from her like a cheerful geyser.
She gives my knee another squeeze, accidentally tickling me.
I flinch away reflexively and chuckle, but she looks worried again.
"Sorry! It seems mead makes me a little handsy." I sigh and pull her hand from her lap back onto my leg.
"It's OK. You just tickled me is all." I hope it's still manly to be ticklish.
"Noted," she says with a grin, all traces of worry gone.
"So what are we going to do about dessert?" I look down at her hand and don't hesitate.
“I know a place close by that has dessert. Ice cream, butter cookies, and espresso.” Her face lights up.
“You had me at ice cream. But how far is it? Can we walk from here?” This is the moment of truth.
“It’s actually just two blocks from here. It’s…my place?”
I don’t want to scare her off, but I also don’t think I can go much longer without getting Maya alone. She looks so soft and inviting and she smells so good and damn, I almost didn’t make it to Friday waiting to see her.
Her eyes darken and the skin of her throat gets even more rosy. Game on. I pay quickly and lead the way out of the restaurant.
She’s quiet as she walks next to me, but so am I, because it’s all been leading up to this. There’s no need to drown out the sounds of the city around us with small talk. We both steal looks at one another until we reach my building.
I fumble for my keys and hold the door for her before leading us to my apartment on the second floor. Once inside, she keeps walking, surveying my living room and the posters on my walls.
“So I was right about you being into indie bands,” she says quietly, looking anywhere but at me. I step closer to her and nod my head.
“Guilty. But I still enjoy the classics.”
She keeps looking around and I start to wonder what my apartment says about me. Does it look like I’m a player?
“I really like your place. And when I dropped you off before, I thought it was cool how close you are to so many subway lines.”
I step closer.
“Is that what you were thinking?” I’m less than a foot from her, and her breath hitches when I take her hand.
“Just to be clear, Maya, I didn’t bring you here to have dessert.” Her eyes widen and I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t.
“I kinda figured that when you said it was at your place.” I move my hands up her arms, caressing her wrists. I’m rewarded with more goosebumps. I wonder where else she’s excited.
“And you’re OK with that? Because if you’ve changed your mind, I can totally walk you to your car. No pressure.” I hold my breath. Sure, there’s no pressure, but there will be immense disappointment and a thirty-minute cold shower if she says she wants to leave now.
“No. I’d like to stay.” I let out my breath in relief. She walks to my couch and takes a seat, one ankle crossed behind the other, ever the lady. My heart starts racing and I have to remind myself not to tackle her as I move to sit next to her.
Even though she said she wants to stay, I still feel like I need to be careful. Like one false move could send her running away again. I scoot closer to her until our knees are touching. She’s watching me intently.
"So, do you do this often? Wine and dine women and then bring them to your place?" Great. My apartment must have "player" written all over it. I break eye contact.
"Actually, no. I have hookups, sure, but," I look directly into her eyes.
"I don't normally bring women back to my apartment.
" She ponders that, and I gently place my hand on her thigh.
Her skin is warm and soft and my body reacts immediately.
I lean in closer, my mouth brushing her ear, and inhale deeply.
“Mmmm. You still smell so good. Is it weird that I've wanted to smell you again all night?” She shakes her head and I nuzzle my lips against her ear again. I can see her pulse racing in her throat.
She’s clearly nervous, so I’m beyond surprised when she turns to face me and puts her hands on my shoulders. She trails them down to my chest before reaching for the buttons of my shirt. It turns me on how much she wants me, and I get impossibly harder in my pants.
The room is quiet except for our uneven breathing and the sounds of traffic from the street below. I leave her ear to place a kiss on her neck. It’s innocent enough, until I bite down and then lick the spot.
She gasps and misses a button. I keep kissing down her throat until I reach the neckline of her dress.
“These have been driving me crazy all night,” I say to her tits, before sliding my hands from her hips up her ribcage to give them a squeeze.
She moans, but it sounds muffled. I look up to see her pressing her lips together.
I take her face in one hand and stroke her lips with my thumb, coaxing them apart.
“There you go, baby. I wanna hear how much you like what I’m doing to you.” Her mouth opens, and she’s practically panting. I can’t take it anymore. I have to kiss her. I lean in slowly, giving her plenty of time to retreat, before pressing my lips softly against hers.
Damn she’s so sweet! Her lips are velvety and hot and I can still taste the honey from the mead on them. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss and slip my tongue into her scorching mouth.
She’s completely given up trying to unbutton my shirt and instead is clinging to the fabric as I start to plunder her mouth. It’s not nearly enough.
I pull away from her mouth to kiss the tops of her breasts and grab them, squeezing harder this time. She arches into my hands and I pinch the nipples I feel straining through her dress.
“Ah, Adam! Jesus!” I chuckle and pinch them again, rewarded with another moan.
“You like that, huh?” I’m kissing deeper into her cleavage now, pulling down the fabric to expose more of her to my mouth. She’s clenching my shirt in fists now.
“God, yes! Adam…Shit!” She hisses out the last word, as I chose that moment to push her dress and bra down the rest of the way to take her left nipple into my mouth.
Her hands abandon my shirt and move to the back of my neck, pulling my hair, pressing me harder against her. I still can’t get close enough.
Frustrated, I pull the sleeves of her dress down and her bra comes with it, exposing both of her breasts to me fully. Jesus Christ. She must be a D cup at least.
“Maya,” I say in awe. “You are gorgeous. I just…” I’m sure she can hear me gulp, can see my mouth practically watering from the image of her aroused and ready on my couch, her cinnamon globes heaving with every breath and tipped with what look (and taste) like dark chocolate truffles.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I finish, when my words finally return. She smiles at me, all signs of nervousness gone. She pushes me back against the couch and straddles my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” She takes my hands and places them on her hips before kissing me deeply.
This kiss has been building since the drive.
I spent days thinking about her, having no choice but to jerk off to her luscious curves and still waking up pitching a tent in my sheets with cum on my leg.
Something about her clearly does it for me, and she's finally here, in the flesh.
The kissing gets more heated, more urgent. I move my hands down from her hips to cup her ass and start grinding her against my dick. I moan into her mouth when her movements become more explicit, matching the rhythm of my tongue in her mouth.
“Damnit, Maya. If you keep riding me like this, we’re not going to make it to the main event.” Her smile turns cocky, as if I’ve just challenged her. She widens her knees, bringing her pussy into tighter contact against my cock. I can feel the heat coming off her.
Her dress is riding up from the gyrations. I help it along, until my hands are gripping her bare ass. It feels amazing in my palms, and my dick is almost painfully hard now.
She picks up the pace of her grinding, pulling open my shirt and pressing her bare breasts against my chest—skin to skin. From the heat coming off her and the shiver when I spank her ass, I’m not the only one barreling towards release.
Except for my pants and what feels like a lace thong, we’re having sex. It’s startling to think how good this feels and I haven’t even been inside her yet. I kiss my way down her neck to her nipples, licking and biting them as I thrust faster against her panties.
“Oh my God! I’m coming!” she screams, bucking in my lap and triggering my own orgasm. My fierce grunt is muffled by her breast and we cling tightly to each other as we unravel together.
I’m definitely in trouble.