Chapter 65 Adrian
ADRIAN
How did I get so lucky? I’m carrying the woman I love to bed.
She’s naked and limp in my arms, her eyes fluttering shut. Rosy cheeks and wrung out with pleasure, but that’s not even the best part. The corner of her mouth has slid upwards. Just enough. A smile.
My fucking heart.
I’m so absurdly close to beating my chest and roaring with happiness. Especially when she sighs and snuggles into me.
Who cares if I’m hard as fuck and leaking pre-come, I snuggle her back, swooning uncontrollably.
The last steps to the bedroom I practically skip.
When I lay Sonya down, she opens her eyes. “Hey.”
I look at how she’s sinking into the mattress, comfortable enough to sprawl out. I smile, watching the way her eyelids flutter. “You look sleepy.”
“I’m not,” she mumbles, trying to force her eyes wider.
“You can be.” My hand smoothes a strand of her hair. “We don’t have to do anything else, darling. This goes as far as you want it to.”
It doesn’t matter that every muscle in my body is pulled tight with the urge to bury myself inside her. That I want her so much that it hurts.
“Says the man who promised me a night full of fucking,” she says grumpily, trying to be so stubborn and stay awake even though she’s yawning. “Give me a minute.”
“You have all my minutes, love.”
Sonya touches the spot beside her.
I’m already climbing in and gathering her close.
“Maybe five minutes,” she corrects reluctantly.
I arrange her head so it rests against my shoulder. “Take ten. Or more. Whatever you need, baby.”
She takes twenty. I’ve been tracing circles along her back, aroused out of my mind while her breath warms my neck one moment, and in the next, she’s suddenly straddling me.
My heart pounds viciously as she looks down at me with her beautiful, dark eyes.
I smirk. “So you finally want my dick?”
She rolls her eyes, her mouth twitching. “You’re already so arrogant, I won’t answer that and be the reason you’re out-of-control cocky.”
I bring my hand to her center. “You should’ve thought of that before you started soaking through my shirt, darling.”
She’s drenched, leaning forward on my chest and rubbing against my fingers. “No, you’re delusional,” grumbles Sonya, gasping when I find her clit. “I’m barely wet.”
I can’t help but laugh. Delight floods my chest as I lift an eyebrow. “Your barely wet pussy sure is making a lot of noise.”
“Don’t smile like that,” moans Sonya. “Or—”
“Or?”
“I don’t know. I can’t think—”
“Good.” I flip her over and climb down her legs. But she blocks my mouth from going down. I pout behind her caging fingers.
“Your clothes,” Sonya says, biting her lip and frowning with need. “You need to take them off.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes narrow. “Did you just lick my hand?”
I smirk and lick it again. “Yes.”
Before she can swat me, I’m laughing and moving backwards until I hit the side of the bed. I yank off my shirt. My belt is next, then I stand and pull down my pants before going back to Sonya.
“This, too.” She tugs at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“You’re right, baby,” I say proudly. “I don’t need these.” I yank them off. “They’re barely holding me in.”
Sonya chokes on a laugh.
I grin, because fucking hell, I love making her lose her control. I collect those moments, savoring it when she lets down her guard and is charmed by my ridiculousness.
Sonya regains control of her features, and her fingernails lightly scrape down my thighs, making me shiver. “So sure of yourself, Adrian.”
There are so many things I can say to that.
They’ll make her roll her eyes harder and that mouth pretend that it’s not dying to break out into a smile.
But there’s another, more truthful and vulnerable emotion working through me.
It swells inside me. “Darling? When it comes to you, everything kind of goes out the window. It’s never been like this before with anyone else. Only you.”
Her throat works as she goes on her knees and wraps her arms around me.
She’s gripping me so fiercely, that I forget everything else except the feel of her in my arms. This is how Sonya communicates.
With actions. And by dancing. Watching her earlier, I couldn’t speak.
I was overwhelmed. It felt like her soul was out on display, vulnerable to me. Showing me everything I need to know.
She’s falling for me, just like I fell for her.
I reach up, cupping her face in my hands, thumb brushing over her cheek as I hold her steady, eyes locked on hers. “Once I started getting to know you, no other woman on the planet existed for me.”
Her breath catches. “Me, too. I mean—”
“I know what you mean, love. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not,” she automatically defends.
“You’re my perfect.”
“And you’re my….” I’m barely holding on, my control fraying as she lowers her hand to my cock. “You’re my….” Sonya tries again.
I close my hand around hers. “Sonya,” I order, my tone desperate. “No, baby. This time, you have to give me a chance. Don’t do this to me. Let me spend time on you first.”
I groan as she tightens her grip.
Her eyes flash with defiance. “You said I could tell you what I don’t like. And right now, I don’t like you not being inside me.”
My eyebrows pull together. Fuck, I don’t know what to do, but I made a promise. What she wants is what matters.
Holding Sonya by the waist, I arrange her higher on the bed, spreading her knees out. One is bent higher to give more space. Compared to her, there’s so much of me. She has to make room for my larger body.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “We have to make it work.” The words land somewhere between wondering and demanding.
I move carefully, aware how easily I could overwhelm her. “It’ll work.”
She’s so soft, so beautiful, so open, and every part of me is straining to speed up and sink into her, but I can’t. Stay in control, Adrian.
My jaw tightens. “Give me a second, baby.”
Too late. Sonya hooks a leg on my shoulder, so there’s a clear direction for my cock to go.
A rough laugh escapes me as every nerve screams to cross the line I’ve been holding back from. It’s almost impossible to think straight, but a deeper voice warns me—not yet.
She’s too important.
I slick my fingers with her wetness and push one inside her. “I know what you want, sweetheart, but I need to stretch you first.”
She’s glaring at me for a full two seconds, full of outrage and ready to say she can handle more, but then I start stroking. Hard, deep strokes, curling my fingers upward so I give that spongy part close to her entrance more attention.
Her head falls back, and she arches. A soft whimper escapes her lips. The kind of sound she never makes. It’s so damn beautiful.
And from how quickly she tries to cover her mouth afterward, I can tell she wants to keep it in, but I don’t let her. Using my other hand, I hold her wrists together, gently pinning them against the headboard. “You’ll give me everything, Sonya, whenever I’m inside you.”
Her breath falters, more heat rising in her cheeks. “Then…”
“Then what?” I pant. “More or less?”
Her leg hooks more on my shoulder, the curve of her calf pulling me closer. “More.”
“Take another finger. If you can, I’ll use my cock, baby.”
I insert a third, very slowly, listening to the whimpers spilling out of her. She’s shaking. “Adrian.” My name’s a plea.
The word crashes through my mind like a breaking wave. I’m struggling to hold back.
“Now,” she urges. “Please.”
“Are you sure—?”
“Yes!” she practically screams.
I let go of her wrists, and reach down and grip myself. Bringing my cock to her pussy, I brush it against her entrance. My jaw tightens, breath shallow. Hold it together. Take it slow. Make it feel good for her.
Sonya surges, lifting her hips up.
Pleasure explodes at the base of my spine.
She’s taking me inside her, a few inches down, but the rest is resistance. Angled resistance.
It’s the curve in my cock, stopping us from going further.