Chapter 26
Janae looked up at Adam and found something unsettling in his eyes. She didn’t know what it was, but it was affecting him.
Oh, the hunger he usually displayed when they were together was there, but it was coupled with what looked like longing, as if he were aching to grasp for … she couldn’t say what.
Determined to help him clear his mind, she decided tonight was a good night to take care of this man she’d come to feel so strongly for.
The truth was she’d always had strong feelings for Adam, her attraction to him was wrapped up in her disappointment in believing he didn’t want her back. Now that she knew she’d been mistaken, those feelings had become stronger.
She’d tried to fight them, tried to protect her heart from caring about anything but the sex. But every time she was near him, every time she saw him working to keep the arts program open, her love for him had grown bigger.
This was scary. Feeling so open and vulnerable again was unnerving. But for Adam, she was finally willing to face that fear head-on.
Working closely with him had given her the opportunity to learn so much about him. Before she’d thought him self-centered and arrogant. Once he’d told her about his father and how hard he pushed Adam, she realized his drive wasn’t born out of arrogance, but a need to please his father.
As an adult, Adam was caring and thoughtful, so much so that it bordered on people-pleasing at times.
Overall, he was a good man and she was finally ready to let him into her world fully, to step out into the open with him, to finally allow herself to be with him in all the ways that mattered, inside and outside of bed.
She took his hand, walking him up the stairs and heading for the bedroom door. When inside, she grabbed her phone from her purse, scrolled through until she found the song she was looking for, then placed the phone on the iHome sitting on the nightstand.
The initial notes of “Hrs & Hrs” by Muni Long filled the room. She stepped into Adam’s personal space, liking the fact that her five-inch heels put her at the perfect height to kiss him.
She threaded her fingers through his beautiful locs, loving the way they tickled her skin. She pulled him down to her, gently pecking each side of his mouth before finally letting his waiting lips touch hers.
She deepened the kiss, loving the needy moan that escaped him, taking that as a hint that he was ready for more.
When he tried to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into him, she stepped back, waving a finger as she gave him the naughtiest smile she could manage.
“I get the sense you need some TLC, so tonight will not move on your timetable, sir.”
His eyes narrowed to slits while equal parts frustration and excitement flashed in them.
She slid her hands up his hard chest, sliding her hands over his shoulders and removing his suit jacket. She laid it carefully against the foot bench, and then did the same with the rest of his clothes until he was standing before her naked.
She walked around him like a predator stalking its prey, taking in the sight of this beautifully sculpted man.
Tall, light brown skin that tempted her to spend hours worshiping it.
His solid build, those strong arms, and his powerful chest had become a place of refuge for her.
Tonight, though, she wanted to give that to him.
She was still clothed in the dress she’d graced the runway with. She would’ve taken it off as soon as she stepped off the stage, but when he stared at her as if he’d devour her on the spot if they were alone, she figured this would be an extra treat for him.
She finally stood in front of him again, placing her hand on his chest and walking him back to the bed until he was seated. The vision he made leaning back on his elbows with his eyes locked on her, watching her every move made the flame of desire grow in her belly, burning her from the inside out.
“So you’re not going to let me touch you. Is that how this is going down?”
She hitched her dress up, kneeling in front of him, rubbing her hands slowly up his thighs.
“Oh, I definitely plan on letting you touch me, but I also plan on taking care of your every need tonight. You got a problem with that?”
“Not a one.” His reply sparked her arousal. She could feel her essence gathering at her core as her clit ached to be touched.
Later.
She had to tell herself that for fear of losing control before she’d ever given Adam the pleasure he wanted. His abs twitched as she licked the tip of his cock and his head dropped backwards.
“You like that?”
He shook his head. “I fucking love that. I want more.”
“As you wish.”
She licked his cock from its domed cap, down over its stiffened ridge, until her tongue caressed his sack, making his hips thrust forward.
Inspired, she encircled his base with her fingers as she slid the rest of him in her mouth. Every time her mouth and hand met, it pulled another expletive from him, signaling he was definitely enjoying the slow glide of her lips and tongue against his hard length.
“Fuck, Janae. Your mouth is like fucking fire against my skin.”
She continued making love to him with her mouth for just a bit longer. Her clit was throbbing and she needed to tend to her own fire building between her folds.
She opened the nightstand drawer, pulling a condom from the box she knew they’d left there the last time she was here.
She stood, slowly allowing her fingertips to caress his straining cock as she sheathed him. When she looked up at him, his jaw was clenched, the muscles twitching on the side as he tried to control himself.
“Unless you want to explain how your dress got torn to shreds, I’d suggest you take it off. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
She obliged, quickly removing her dress and undergarments before climbing on the bed and straddling his hips.
She kept her hands plastered against his chest as she slowly lowered herself onto his length. By the time he was fully buried inside of her, a low growl escaped his lips as his taut body strained against the heady sensation of their joining.
She didn’t hesitate, her hips immediately moving once she was seated. She rode him until his words had become an unintelligible mess and he’d planted his feet in the mattress, thrusting up to meet every single one of her movements.
It was like a choreographed dance, like they’d been doing this forever. Their bodies were so in sync, she could tell they were both about to explode.
She leaned forward, Adam cradling her heavy breasts, peppering each erect tip with sultry suckles and licks.
The change in position had his cock rubbing against the exact right spot, and before she could pull back to try to hold her impending orgasm off, he scraped his teeth across her nipple and she was lost.
Her body had a mind of its own, riding out her orgasm as she lifted and descended on his cock over and over again.
And before she could collapse against him or recover from her climax, he flipped her over onto her back effortlessly.
He pushed one of her legs back, entering her swiftly, driving into her, sparking another orgasm. His locs covered her like a comfy weighted blanket as he braced an arm above her shoulder.
His strokes were sure and powerful. He was a man on a mission, to find the release she’d teased him with since she’d started this. As he leaned down, kissing her, before burying his face inside of her neck, her second climax was upon her.
“That’s right. I want that fucking pussy to milk me dry.”
His words were filthy, his strokes delicious, and her body responded by falling into a release that made her entire being quiver.
His grip on her leg tightened and he drove into her one final time before he let go, succumbing to the overwhelming bliss of release.