23 More, Adrian
That was all it took.
He stripped off his pants, then his boxers, letting them fall to the floor. He was on the bed the next second, his self-control slipping completely. Seeing her like this—naked, vulnerable, reaching for him—snapped his control.
Adrian crawled over her slowly, like a predator savoring the moment, his hands planted on either side of her head, eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that existed. His chest brushed against hers, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. Her breath hitched as the heat of him settled over her like a stormcloud waiting to burst.
“I’m going to be gentle,” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jaw, her temple, her forehead. “Just relax.”
“Mmhmm,” she closed her eyes, letting his words melt into her. His voice was low, gravelly, laced with restraint and something darker beneath, something aching. The tenderness in him was so deep it made her chest tighten.
He pressed soft kisses across her face, then down the curve of her neck. His breath was warm and slow, and every kiss dragged heat through her veins. His hands moved with reverence, skimming over her shoulders, down the slope of her arms, stroking her like she was made of silk and glass.
When his fingers found her temples, he started to rub slow, steady circles, easing the tension he felt thrumming in her.
“Oh…,” she sighed, a soft sound of relief and arousal curling into the air between them. But he didn’t stop there. His thumbs drifted down the sides of her face, and then his mouth followed, kissing her cheeks, her jawline, her neck again, open-mouthed now.
The massage turned into a trail of kisses, each one lower than the last, until he was kissing along her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts.
“Ah…” her body arched into him.
His lips wrapped around one nipple, warm and slow, his tongue swirling in lazy, soft circles until it pebbled beneath the attention of his mouth. He suckled gently, drawing it in with soft, rhythmic pulls, the sound wet and tender in the quiet heat between them. Then he grazed the sensitive nub with his teeth, just enough to make her gasp and arch into him.
“More, Adrian,” Sienna moaned, her voice breathy, needy. Her hand slid into the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, caressing the nape of his neck with trembling strokes. She held him there, not to control him—but to beg him, to anchor herself to the pleasure building inside her.
Adrian groaned softly against her skin, the sound muffled by her breast. He wanted nothing more than to give her what she craved. To give her everything.
He sucked deeper, no longer soft and teasing. His tongue moved with hunger now, rolling over the peak of her nipple, then drawing it fully into his mouth in greedy pulls. He moaned into her flesh like she was something he couldn’t get enough of.
His free hand slid up the curve of her other breast, palm wide and hot as he cupped it. His thumb brushed over the untouched nipple, and then his fingers closed around it, rolling and pinching it gently, bringing it to the same aching hardness.
“Ahhh…,” a shuddering moan left her lips, eyes clenching in pleasure.
With a low, rough sound from deep in his chest, he pulled both her breasts together, pressing the soft, heavy mounds close until her nipples nearly touched. Then, burying his face between them, he licked a slow line from one to the other, his tongue flicking across both tips before he suckled the other nipple with just as much intensity. He switched between them, dragging his mouth across the soft valley of her chest, leaving a warm, wet trail.
Sienna whimpered beneath him, her back arching, thighs tightening around his hips.
“Hahhh… oh… God,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscles there as her entire body responded to his every touch.
Her skin was flushed, slick with a light sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he continued worshipping her like she was something sacred.
Adrian kissed lower again, tracing the soft under-curve of her breasts, then back up to her nipples, lavishing each one with long, slow licks. He suckled them until they were swollen, sensitive, her body trembling under him from the overstimulation.
Every kiss he placed was slow. Every movement lovingly soft. Not rough. Not hurried. Just intense.
His hands slid up and down her sides, exploring the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her stomach. He held her like she was made of something precious. Fragile. Untouchable by anyone but him.
And the way he looked at her… it wasn’t lust alone.
It was possession. Worship. A silent vow written in heat and breath and the way his mouth lingered on her body like he never wanted to leave.
His hands slid down slowly, cupping her waist, his thumbs tracing her curves as though he were learning her body all over again—like rediscovering the outline of a precious memory with his fingertips. His palms glided over her hips, reverent, steady, before he dipped lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the delicate skin between her ribs, the soft swell of her stomach, and then lower still, down to the sensitive insides of her thighs.
Every kiss was unhurried, filled with hunger. Each one dragged a breathy whimper from her throat.
She reached for him without thinking, fingers sliding through his hair, pulling him closer as her hips lifted off the bed on their own. “Adrian…” she breathed, her voice already wrecked, eyes heavy with need.
He looked up at her from between her thighs, his face framed by her trembling legs. His mouth hovered dangerously close, warm breath washing over her soaked folds. The sight of him like that, shoulders broad, eyes dark with hunger, lips just a breath away, sent another pulse of heat through her.
And then his mouth met her.
Her entire body jolted.
Her back arched violently off the bed, her hands clenching the sheets, a sharp cry catching in her throat.
His tongue moved with excruciating control. Slow. Deep. Devoted. He licked her like she was his only source of oxygen, like every pass of his tongue over her slick, aching heat was meant to etch her into his memory.
His groan rumbled against her core, the vibration sending a shock through her spine. Her thighs locked around his shoulders as if her body refused to let him go.
He didn’t just taste her.
He worshipped her.
“Ahhhhh…,” her trembling whimpers filled the room, high and breathy, helpless against the way he devoured her. The only sounds were the wet, sinful pull of his tongue and the trembling moans that spilled from her lips, sounds that made him groan again, deeper this time, as though her pleasure alone was his undoing.
His hand slid beneath her, lifting her hips so he could reach her deeper, firmer.
Then he pushed one finger into her, slow, slick, knuckle-deep, curling it just right.
“Fuck…! Oh God!” she gasped, her head tossing back, hair spilling over the pillow like silk.
He added another finger.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Ah!”
He stroked her from the inside with maddening precision, fingers curling in rhythm with the flick of his tongue over her clit, steady and fast. Repeatedly.
“Adrian!”
He didn’t stop when she cried out. Didn’t stop when her legs began to shake. Didn’t stop when her nails bit into his scalp, her body bucking off the bed.
“Adrian,” she gasped again, her voice fractured, desperate. “I—”
He held her firmly, locking her in place, refusing to let her slip away from the pleasure building fast and unstoppable.
And when she came. Sharp, hot, intense, her thighs clenched around his head, her entire body seizing as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, making her squirt. But he still didn’t stop. He rode the tremors with his mouth still on her, licking her through every tremble, every breathless moan, until she was limp beneath him.
Only then did he begin to ease away.
He kissed the insides of her thighs, slow and lingering, before trailing his lips up her soft, overstimulated skin. Along her stomach, her ribs, the underside of her breasts. His mouth was still wet with her when he reached her lips.
And when he kissed her… she tasted herself on him.
She moaned into it, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as if she couldn’t bear even an inch of space between them.
He lingered between her thighs, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses on her trembling skin. His lips brushed the sensitive insides, the places still quivering from release. Each kiss was gentle, soft, like he was grounding her back into her body.
He trailed upward, worshipping the path from her inner thighs to the curve of her hipbones, her stomach, the space just beneath her ribs. Every inch he kissed was soft, flushed, and oversensitive, her skin twitching with every brush of his mouth.
When he reached the underside of her breast, he paused, nuzzling into her warmth before drawing the tender skin between his lips. His mouth was still wet with her when he finally reached her lips.
And when he kissed her, slow and hungry, she tasted herself on him.
She moaned into it, the sound soft but desperate, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer, closer, like she needed to fuse their bodies just to breathe.
He shifted between her thighs, the weight of him settling perfectly against her. His shaft was hard and slick as it pressed against her soaked entrance, teasing her with slow, intense grinds. He didn’t push in. Not yet. He just rocked against her, coating himself in her wetness, dragging a soft moan from both their throats as their bodies slid together, wet and wanting.
Her hands roamed his back, nails lightly raking his skin, hips lifting to meet each grind. The air was thick, hot, charged with want.
Then, slowly—achingly—he pushed inside her.
“Hah…,” her mouth parted in a helpless cry, her fingers clawing into his shoulders as he filled her inch by inch. She was tight, warm, wet, drawing him in like she’d been waiting just for him. Her body arched, stretching around him, her thighs trembling as he buried himself fully.
“Fuck,” Adrian groaned, forehead pressed to hers, trying to hold himself still.
She whimpered, tightening around him in response, her breath ragged as she adjusted to the slow, deep invasion.
He began to move, each thrust long, deep, and unhurried, like he wanted her to feel every thick inch of him. Their bodies moved together perfectly, each roll of her hips meeting the rhythm of his. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, soft and wet, paired with the broken moans and gasps that fell from her lips.
Her fingers dug into his back, heels pressed into his hips, urging him deeper, harder.
She clung to him like he was both her shelter and her undoing.
Adrian kissed her again, swallowing the moans that spilled from her mouth. His movements grew rougher, deeper, his control fraying as the pleasure surged.
“Let go again,” he growled against her lips. “I want to feel you cum around me.”
Her body tightened in response, the heat rising fast again. Her nails bit into his shoulders as her breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. He slipped his hand between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in firm, tight circles. Her body jerked.
“Ah…!” she shattered around him.
Her cry broke open the air as her walls clamped down on him, spasming, milking him as waves of release surged through her. Her entire body trembled, every muscle locking, breath torn from her lungs.
Adrian’s jaw clenched as her orgasm dragged him to the edge. His control was slipping, unraveling fast.
But just as the pressure crested—
She placed a hand firmly on his chest and pushed.
“Wait,” she whispered, voice shaky, breathless.
He blinked down at her, dazed. “What—?”
Before he could finish, she moved.
She rolled them over with unexpected strength, straddling him. His thick shaft slid out halfway, slick and twitching, throbbing from being so close. She hovered above him, chest heaving, thighs still shaking from her climax.
Then she sank back down.
Slow. Deep.