19. Eliza
Eliza
More. I need more.
I needed more of the euphoria Adam's proud and lustful eyes brought me. I wanted him to keep looking at me with such desire. Such wanton eyes from a man, something I never thought I'd experience, something I never thought I'd want after all those men before left a bad taste in my mouth.
Grabbing his hand around my jaw, I slipped his fingers across my lips and into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I sucked and licked his fingers with a soft moan before looking up at Adam with a happy smile. "All I'm good for is being your slut, holes for you to fuck and dump your cum in."
Oh my God, where the fuck did that come from!? How did I become so lewd?!
Adam's face lit up with my words, absolutely beaming as if I'd just said yes to marrying him.
Both his hands grabbed my face, bringing me up into an eager kiss.
"God, you make it impossible not to love you when you say such filthy things like that.
" He chuckled breathlessly against my lips.
"Fucking love how much of a good girl and a slut you are for me. "
Leaning back up, Adam's hand flew across my face again, this time a little harder. A sharp gasp slipped from my smiling lips, my hips digging into the bed from the surge of hot arousal that cascaded from the site of impact straight to my aching cunt.
Then, another slap sent my head snapping the other way. "You fucking like that, my little whore?" Adam asked with a mocking laugh, slapping my blissful face again, and again, and again until the stinging pain started to numb out into pure pleasure.
"Yes!" I gasped in pleasure, moaning softly while writhing in delight. "I love it so much."
Wow, I never thought I'd ever like being hit.
Granted, this was a completely different situation and circumstance.
Adam didn't mean it in a harmful way, and he definitely wasn’t hitting me very hard.
He wasn't slapping me for the sake of it or to intentionally hurt me or to make me obey.
It was hard to grasp, but it was different, and I loved it—that's it.
Fisting my hair and grabbing my face, Adam forced my mouth open and thrust himself deep until his balls slapped my face.
I tried to keep myself calm, breathe whenever I could and in whichever way I could, but having a thick ass dick, like some damn sausage bar fucking my throat deeply, made breathing quite difficult.
At least Adam reveled in my struggle with how fucking feral he got.
Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if he started foaming at the mouth with how crazed his whole face was becoming with his eyes.
"Keep edging yourself, darling, keep yourself ready to come on my command." His deep voice sent shivers down my body and pulled a moan from me as I struggled to keep my fingers moving.
The whole training me to orgasm on-demand shit was hard! Or at least, it wasn't fun for me, because of how much on edge I had to be kept. Actually, holding back my orgasm was the most annoying part. At this point, I didn't give a damn because things were how they were.
Even if I didn't want to, my damn body had a mind of its own whenever it came to Adam.
His word was law to it. If he said no coming, no matter how much I teetered on the edge, I couldn't get myself over.
Granted, it wasn't like that initially, but after the first few times, my body got the gist of it, kind of.
"You better swallow every drop of cum I give you. You got that?" His growly words trembled throughout his body and into mine.
Not a second later he told me that, he picked up his pace, slamming into my aching mouth and sore throat relentlessly. It felt like my body would go into sensory overload with the assault on both ends of my body, and just when I was about to cave, he gave me the reprieve I desperately needed.
He strained out through gritted teeth, "Come. Now!" Groaning deeply as his hips jerked out of rhythm for a few seconds before his spurting cock stilled in my eager mouth.
Everything that happened over the course of the next minute (possibly more, I didn't count) was all instinctual. Control over my body ceased to exist the moment the painful tension in my abdomen snapped and I pushed my orgasm over the edge, letting it freefall into oblivion.
Shockwaves of pure ecstasy crashed into my jerking body while my mind went blank.
The feeling was scary. Everything felt so perfectly blissful.
If floating on a cloud was possible, then I was pretty sure that would be how it felt.
No worries, no nothing. Seriously, my mind was as blank as a sheet of paper, just ready for Adam to write out whatever he wanted on me.
"Ro… Ome… E…"
Huh? Was someone saying something?
"Ar… Ing… Come… To… Me…"
That voice… It sounds familiar… It's so soothing.
Safe. That's how that voice made me feel.
Fuck, I haven't felt safe in so long.
The dots were there, but they did not want to connect. Well, more like I couldn't tie the thread between the two thoughts because I was so out of it.
"Little rose, my darling, come back to me."
Adam .
It was Adam's voice that beckoned me back to reality.
But fuck reality.
I didn't want to go back! I wanted to stay on cloud nine forever.
This bliss was amazing, and I didn't want it to end. It's never been this intense before. Pure euphoria was all I felt at that moment. I’d come close to that state a few times with Adam before, and there was a very small handful of times when I’d experienced something very similar to it, but not as intense.
"Eliza, darling, you need to come back to me." His voice was calm, but there was an edge of worry to it.
As much as I wanted to cling to this high, I couldn't let Adam worry over me. So, reluctantly, I let go.
It didn't matter how much I braced myself for the impact of the crash. Everything shocked my whole body as if I'd been in a hot tub and then dropped into the freezing waters of the Artic or some shit like that.
My whole fucking body ached like I'd been hit by a speeding train and then tossed into the spin cycle of a washer. Every nerve ending in my tense body felt like it was on fire! I was a mess and a half, and I could do nothing about it.
No matter how much I tried, the tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. My chest clenched tightly with every breath, sending sharp waves of nail-biting pain throughout my body. Desperate hands slithered around my man's body for purchase, gripping, pinching, and scratching him in my frenzy.
Why am I such a mess?
It felt like such a bad breakdown, and I didn't know how to process it. I wanted to feel embarrassed for losing my shit like that in front of Adam, but it was buried under some kind of cathartic release.
I shouldn't be sobbing my eyes out like a child, but God did it feel good.
"P-pl-pl—" Fucking hell, I couldn't even speak.
Every time I tried to utter a single word, it'd come out as some sputtering mess.
Of course, being the perfect fucking lover he was, Adam kept me safe in his loving arms. Every brush of his fingers across my hair and body caused calm ripples to settle throughout. While his soothing touch warmed my body, he whispered sweet words into my ear in both English and Italian.
A long stretch of time passed before I found myself eating and drinking whatever Adam pressed against my lips.
I don't know if I stopped sobbing because my crash evened out or if my body had grown too exhausted to continue.
Either way, I didn't have the energy to do anything but give in to him completely.
Besides, some water and food wouldn't harm me. I mean, it was nice and caring of him.
Granted, Adam was always the best when it came to aftercare. He was always there for me after a scene, holding me, feeding me, bathing me if my state called for it, cuddling me until I felt better or fell asleep.
" Mia rosa ." His soft but demanding voice commanded my attention fully to his worried eyes.
"You did amazing, and I'm so proud of you for taking that fucking like my good girl.
You were wonderful with edging yourself and holding back.
So fucking proud of you…" But? There was a but coming; I just knew it. "But please, talk to me."
Well, at least it wasn't a bad but.
Heh, his butt isn't a bad thing either.
Okay, I needed to get ahold of myself, because it was not the time for such thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, I snuggled myself more into his comforting body. Inhaling a lungful of his intoxicating scent, I let my nerves settle more before opening my mouth to try and speak. "Fine… Tired…" Those were the only two words I managed to get out in a small voice.
Adam pressed his lips against my forehead in a brief kiss before loosening his hold on me. His face came into my field of vision, letting me see his relieved expression. "Let me get you cleaned up and dressed, then I'll let you nap on the couch while I make dinner, alright?"
All I could manage was a nod and hum in response to him before buddling the sheets around me to replace his warmth when he left for the bathroom.
I don't know how much of a nap it'll be because I felt like knocking out completely for the rest of the day from the heavy drag of exhaustion.
But, who knows, I might surprise myself with some kind of power nap.
Minutes after leaving my side, Adam returned with some washcloths and a bottle of my lotion.
Slowly, he unraveled me from my blanket burrito and wiped my face clean, before moving down my body.
He took his time freshening up every inch of my body, before giving me an impromptu massage as he applied the lotion to my body.