Chapter 23 #3
I push him farther back onto the bed and slowly crawl toward him, inch by inch.
My fingers finally reach his pants and pull them off, revealing black boxer briefs and a substantial bulge leaning to one side.
Slowly, I pull the briefs down too so there’s nothing in between us.
Despite the years of history, I’ve never seen all of Adam, and what’s in front of me is perfect.
My hands wrap around him and he lets out a pleasurable grunt.
I go up and down and give him a kiss. He’s warm and smooth, and when my lips meet his tip, I realize this is the first time I’ve ever enjoyed doing this.
He gently thrusts into it, holding the back of my head, but then pulls me up and sits up against the headboard as I readjust on my knees, straddling him.
All I want is to relax myself into Adam, but he keeps us apart for now and starts kissing a trail to a breast, licking underneath and swirling his tongue around my nipple, teasing me.
When he puts my breast into his mouth, I liquefy while he begins to slowly suck.
It’s gentle at first, but then he releases with a wet pop.
I reach my hand behind me, wrapping my fingers around him. “I can’t wait, let’s—”
“What do you want?” He moves on to my other breast.
“I want you i-inside me,” I tell him, but dirty talk is unfamiliar territory, something I’ve never been goodat.
He flips me over so I’m on my back and slowly slips a finger inside of me. I bite my lip and press myself into it. If just his finger feels this good, I can’t wait to discover how good the rest of him feels.
“Is that what you want?” he asks gruff and low.
“More,” I moan.
He smiles and slips another finger inside—there’s no hiding how wet I am. He pumps his fingers and puts his lips back on my nipple, trying to fit more of me into his mouth.
“Adam, I think I’m going to…” Holy shit.
“If you don’t think I’m going to keep making you come until you can’t physically handle it, then you’re in for a surprise,” he says.
“O-Oh my God,” I barely get out. His words alone undo me—I’m falling apart on his hand. I’ve never had an orgasm twice in one night and all I want is a third.
“Condom,” he says, my breast still in his mouth.
“I’m on the pill.”
He looks at me. “I haven’t been with anyone since…I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I say.
He sucks my nipple one more time and then guides himself inside of me. I squeeze his shoulders and let out an embarrassing moan, “Wait, go slow. I can’t—”
He nods. “We’ll go slow.” It takes a few seconds, but as he keeps pushing himself inside, I feel myself opening up. It’s a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like his body was designed to fit perfectly into mine. “Jesus,” he grunts.
“Fuck, Adam.” I let my forehead rest on his. He waits for my okay to start moving and when he does, I wrap my legs around him and dig my nails into his back. More fuck s, oh my God s, and Jesus Christ s come out of both of us. “I-I’ve wanted this for so long,” I say.
“How long?” He pushes deeper inside ofme.
“So long,” I say, not able to properly form any sentences.
“How long?” He stops, and I know he won’t continue until I get specific.
“The beginning,” I hear myself admitting.
“Liar,” he challenges.
I push him onto his back and straddle him, carefully placing him back inside of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking in the new sensation of this position. It all feels too good. I start rolling my hips, wanting to feel everything. “Is this okay?” I breathe.
“You can use me however you want, June.”
I feel empowered in a way I haven’t felt during sex ever before.
I steady myself, planting my hands on Adam’s chest, and flip my hair, letting it fall over one of my shoulders.
The way I’m moving is honestly surprising, but there’s something within me taking over and, based on Adam’s groan, he doesn’t hateit.
“ Yes, chef, ” I say with a smile.
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what does it for you?”
“Maybe,” I laugh. “All those times I saw you in the kitchen, in that chef’s uniform…it was like Magic Mike, but with food.”
“Shut up,” he laughs, and slaps my ass.
“I’m serious.” I grind against him. “There’s something about seeing you in your element…”
He grabs my hips and flips me over, and I let out a squeal.
“I’m in my element now,” he says, then leans in and nips my ear.
Fuck.
He thrusts against me, harder, and I have to grab the sheets aroundme.
“Tell me when you wanted me,” I say.
“The moment I first saw you,” he says, and I moan. “Every time you walked downstairs in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.” He pushes in harder. “When you’d wear those yoga pants to rehearsal.”
“Adam—”
“When you laughed at background extras in a movie,” he says, and I can feel myself coming close again. “Your smell after coming out of the shower.”
“I wanted you too.” I shut my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
I feel myself blush but answer anyway. “Yes.”
“You know how many nights I thought about going down on you, June?” he asks, and his voice alone is giving me a visceral reaction.
“Adam—” I breathe out. “I’m close.”
“Wondering what you tasted like.”
“God, Adam—”
“The feeling of your legs around my head—”
“Adam.”
I know we’re finishing together; I can feel him pulsing in me as my eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. The room is suddenly silent with nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing. He gives me a gentle kiss on the lips and then one on my breast and I swat him away, laughing.
When he collapses beside me, I imagine we look like the end of a sex scene in a movie where the couple is panting and satisfied, except we don’t have sheets wrapped aroundus.
So…this is what it’s like to have sex with Adam Harper.