5. Adrian
5
ADRIAN
“ D id you build this cabin yourself?” Amelia asks in awe as she walks up the steps to the wrap-around porch.
“Mostly,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. I’ve never had anyone over, aside from the one time Amelia took it upon herself to visit. I’m not sure what to do with all of her praise and attention, but I’m trying to accept her kind words just like I hope she’s starting to believe mine.
“This is… I have no words. Immaculate. Beautiful. Perfection. I guess those are words,” she says with a laugh.
I watch the auburn-haired goddess run her fingers over the railing and then marvel over the rocking chairs and porch swing, each hand-crafted and etched with vines, flowers, and pine trees on the back of the seats.
Amelia has the entire day off from her job at the bookstore, so after we woke up from our mid-morning nap earlier, I suggested we go on an official tour of my property. She seemed to love it when she came to visit and I wanted to show her more of what now belongs to her. Everything I have is hers; my heart, my home, my business, and anything else she wants.
“Those were some of the first pieces I made when I moved up here after getting out of the Marines,” I tell her as I step up behind her on the porch. “I needed something to do with my hands. The original cabin was just the kitchen and a small one-room living space with an outhouse in the yard. I worked my ass off during the daylight hours to build a fortress with indoor plumbing, heating, and electricity. But during the evenings, I found myself itching to do something. Hence the furniture. Once the cabin was complete, I kept woodworking and expanding my skill set.”
Amelia turns to face me, placing her hands on my chest. I gather them up in mine and kiss her knuckles. “You’re incredibly talented, Adrian. Turning all that pain into something beautiful… It's an admirable quality.”
“I’m really not admirable or honorable. You’re being too kind.” I try dismissing her words, but she won’t let me.
“Look at me,” Amelia gently commands. She cups the side of my cheek, drawing my attention back to her face. “I don’t know what happened in your past, but I can see the scars you carry aren’t just on your face, they’re etched deep in your soul. I can tell you want to hide away from the world because you don’t feel worthy enough. Someone wise once told me I’m worthy of feeling safe and free. So are you, Adrian.”
“Amelia…” I don’t know how to respond. I’m overwhelmed by her tender heart and the way she can speak directly to my deepest insecurities.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she murmurs. “Just let it be enough that I see you for who you are.”
“Who am I?” I hold my breath as I wait for her answer.
“You’re mine.”
She seals her declaration with a kiss, one that tells me everything I need to know. My woman sees all of my broken pieces and still wants to be with me. She wants me as her own, and fuck if I’m going to refuse her anything she asks for.
I let her take over, owning this kiss and promising me so much more. My hand weaves into her long hair, tugging her head up so I can dive deeper into her sweetness. She moans hungrily as she claws at my shirt, the kiss growing desperate with what we both need.
I lift my girl up in my arms and carry her inside, setting her down and pressing her against the closed door. My hands slide up and down her curves while I kiss her soft, already-swollen lips. She melts against me, her body becoming pliant as I kiss and touch and feel all of her, everything she is.
Amelia runs her hands up my torso and loops her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for a punishing kiss. I open up and take what she’s offering, meeting each frantic stroke of her tongue with just as much passion and need as she’s giving me.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, breaking our kiss so she can gulp down air. Her hands drift down to my biceps, where she grips me tightly, keeping me in place. I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.
I can’t keep my lips off her for one goddamn second. I kiss down her neck and lick the hollow of her throat before nipping the sensitive skin there. Amelia moans and digs her nails into my flesh, making me growl and grind my hard as fuck dick into her heat.
Her eyes pop open, glowing with lust and hunger. Good. I plan to satisfy my woman on every level – carnal, physical, emotional, whatever the fuck she needs. She’ll get it from me now.
She leans in at the same time I do, our lips crashing together as our need amplifies. Her desperate kiss mirrors my own, her eager hands clawing at me and begging me to give us what we both want. More.
I tear my mouth away from hers just long enough to peel her dress and bra off, and then my lips are back on her skin, trailing down her neck. “Need to be inside you, love,” I murmur into the shell of her ear. Amelia lets out a sexy, needy little whimper as I slip my hand into her panties. My fingers part her folds and find her clit, massaging circles over the bundle of nerves. “Damn, you need it too, don’t you?”
“God yes, Adrian. I need you. Please, please, don’t make me wait.” Hearing her beg for me is sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced. A wave of pleasure rushes down my spine, drawing my balls up tight and making precum leak out of me like a damn faucet. Fuck, this woman is my undoing.
I rid her of the last remaining scrap of fabric, then lift her up into my arms, carrying my incredible woman to bed. I toss her on the mattress and then strip down, adrenaline pumping in my veins and urging me to claim her right the fuck now.
Amelia is spread out for me on the bed, her auburn hair a tangled mess, her swollen lips slightly parted, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. Those golden eyes sparkle just for me, filled with raw lust and vulnerability. I’ll never forget this moment. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous. And mine. She’s all mine.
I climb onto the bed and crawl up her body, kissing her thighs, torso, breasts, neck, and finally, her sweet lips. I rub my body against hers, needing that friction, needing to feel her skin against mine, needing to prove she’s really here and I didn’t just conjure her up out of pure loneliness.
"I'm right here," she whispers, cupping my cheek. I stare into her mesmerizing eyes, not even questioning how she read my mind. She knows me, sees me, and understands me in a way no one else ever has.
I nod and take a breath, centering myself once more. Amelia presses her lips to mine, her tongue seeking entrance. I give my girl everything she wants, opening my mouth to welcome her kiss.
It starts off slow, with tentative licks. I groan at her innocence but manage not to take control. Yet. Amelia explores my mouth, then pulls my bottom lip through her teeth, making me growl. She grins mischievously at me, and fuck, it physically pains me to hold back my orgasm. Shit, this can't be over before it even begins.
“You like knowing you have control over me, too?”
“Mmhm,” she nods, her lip twisting into a flirty smile.
Amelia gasps and then giggles as I flip our positions so she’s on top. “Then take it, sweet girl. Take control.”
She braces herself on my chest, pushing herself up and adjusting to our new position. I slide my hands up her thighs and squeeze, helping her rock against me. Amelia licks her damn lips as she rolls her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft. The head of my cock taps her clit and she shivers, repeating the motion.
I reach out and cup her tits, weighing them in my hands and brushing my thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes,” she hisses out, her movements stuttering as she leans into my touch.
I play with her hardened peaks, twisting them and plucking them while Amelia digs her nails into my chest and rubs against me, getting herself off without me even entering her. Fuck, it’s so damn hot watching her get all worked up, knowing I have so much more in store for her.
Amelia’s movements grow frantic as she writhes on top of me. I feel her cream dripping from her pussy, so close to coming already. A shiver runs down her spine and she holds her breath, preparing for her orgasm. I feel it pushing forward, demanding to be felt, making her whimper with each breath.
Right before it takes her under, I grip her hips and hold her still. Amelia looks down at me with confusion and frustration but then understanding dawns on her when I line myself up with her entrance. I groan when I feel her tight little channel pulse around the head of my cock. Goddamn, her greedy little pussy is trying to suck me inside.
“Ready for me, Amelia? Ready to be mine?” She nods, her golden eyes glossed over with desire as she circles her hips, trying to get me where she wants me. I hold her in place above me, not giving in just yet. “I need your words, beautiful. Tell me how much you want this.”
“I’ve wanted you since you first walked into the bookstore,” she whispers. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want, the way I need you. I’ve never done this…” Amelia looks away from me as a pink blush creeps into her cheeks.
My heart stills in my chest. I had my suspicions, but I need her to tell me. I need her to say the words. “Never what, Amelia?”
“I’ve never…” She falters for a second, and then gains her confidence back, looking me right in the eyes. “I’m a virgin, Adrian. I’ve only ever wanted you, and I’m going to have you.”
The determined look on her face along with the knowledge that I’m going to be her first and last, has me growling like a fucking beast. She shocks the hell out of me by growling back and then slamming her tight as fuck pussy down on my cock.
"Christ," I roar, holding her still when she's fully seated. Amelia whimpers and I lean up to kiss her pain away. "You did so good, love," I say, trying to make my voice soothing even though the most intense pressure is building up inside me, ready to take over and fuck my woman properly. "Take it slow, we have forever."
She nods and kisses me again, her tense body relaxing ever so much as I run my hands up and down her thighs and back. I grip her ass and help her rock against me and circle her hips, finding what feels good.
“Yes!” Amelia cries out, wiggling her hips and hitting her G-spot against my thick dick. She shudders and moans, rolling her sexy fucking body on top of mine, totally taking control of her pleasure.
I cup her breast and pinch her nipple, groaning when more of her cream spills out. Jesus, I barely manage to keep it together when I look down and see where we’re connected. Watching her tight, wet little cunt stretch obscenely wide to take in my many inches is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“That’s it, Amelia. That’s so fucking it,” I growl, moving both of my hands to her hips, jerking her up and down as I meet her thrust for thrust. Her pussy flutters around me as her muscles lock up tight.
Amelia rolls forward, resting her hands on either side of my head. Her lips find mine and we kiss and fuck like the world’s on fire. She buries her face into the side of my neck and sobs as her body shakes and tightens around me. My beautiful woman bites my neck and creams all over my cock as she reaches her climax.
Feeling her orgasm absolutely devastate her snaps something inside of me.
I roll over, changing our position and fucking into that little pussy, unable to control myself. Her back bows off the bed and her legs wrap around me, holding me close. She digs her heels into my ass and claws my back, leaving her mark on me as another orgasm rattles through her.
“So good, baby,” I growl, before claiming her lips as my own.
I devour her, biting at her lips and spearing my tongue inside of her eager mouth, licking up every inch and then sucking on her tongue. It’s a wild, messy kiss, one that matches the way I’m fucking her like a goddamn animal.
I slide one hand down her body and grip her thigh, changing the angle of her hips and helping her meet me thrust for thrust. My cock scrapes against her most sensitive spot with each fierce stroke.
She’s breaking apart for me; I can feel it. Every time I hit the end of her, she cracks a little more, the pressure of her orgasm building and pulsing and pushing her boundaries.
My balls draw up tight as my own orgasm gathers in the base of my spine. My rhythm falters slightly as I try to hold on, needing her to come with me. “Get there, baby, fuck, please get there. Need one more from you.”
“It’s too much, too much, I’m scared…”
“I’ve got you, Amelia. Let go for me, I’m right here. Let go, love. Come for me.”
She sucks in a huge breath and holds it, her entire body trembling, and then freezing. Every damn muscle is pulled so tight as she clings to me with everything she has. With one last brutal thrust, we both shatter completely.
Amelia floods my cock with her release, and I give her everything in return, my cum splashing into her throbbing pussy as she sucks in every last drop. We’re both grunting, shaking, and sweating as we ride that high together.
Eventually, she goes limp in my arms. I bury my face into the side of her neck and pump into her twice more before collapsing. I roll to the side and drape my freshly fucked woman over my chest.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles against my slick skin, her voice scratchy as she catches her breath.
“Yeah,” I agree, just as worn out and in awe as she is. I mean… fuck. If I didn’t know before, I definitely know now – she’s it for me. “Are you okay?” Doubt and worry rush in to take the place of euphoria. “I was so rough with?—"
Amelia cuts me off with a kiss. “You were perfect,” she whispers into my lips before kissing me again. “Absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to do it again.”
I chuckle softly and tuck her back into my side. "Get some rest and then I'll feed you. We have to keep our energy up if we're going to do that again." I cup the side of her neck, brushing my thumb against her throat as I nibble on the shell of her ear. "And trust me, angel. I very much want to do that again and again."
I’m rewarded with a sweet, sleepy smile that warms my heart and fills in the pieces I thought were missing forever. There’s just one thing in the way of our happily ever after, but as soon as I eliminate the threat of her morally bankrupt and evil parents, we’ll be free to live the life we both deserve.