40. Adelaide
FORTY
ADELAIDE
His mouth .
He must have professional pussy-eating training because no one was that good at that .
I’d never gotten off in under five minutes, but Christian did it within three.
Most women needed time for a proper release—this was weird .
But it felt extraordinary.
It usually took me a while to come because the thoughts in my head wouldn’t ever shut up.
But with Christian…
I thought about… nothing. But I saw and fully experienced him .
Him on his knees in front of me.
Him and his perfect smile.
Him and his tongue .
A perfect performance with a whole lot of improv but definitely worth an Oscar.
Christian carried me up the stairs. Only the sound of our rippling breaths between us. With those dark, seductive hazels, Christian kept his gaze on me—not once pulling even the slightest bit away to make space for air.
After months of walking on a tightrope, we reached a flat platform and weren’t willing to let each other walk on our own.
It was us against the world.
Not us against each other.
If only it hadn’t taken me that long to realize that.
“You okay?” He tapped a kiss to my nose when I zoned out.
Nuzzling my face into his neck, “More than.”
He opened the door to his room. The same room we’d been sleeping in for a while. We talked to each other in this bubble, away from the world, away from the public’s constant questioning of why we married each other.
Here, it was me and him.
Adelaide and Christian.
No last names to stop us.
Gently dropping me on the bed, he turned around to shut the door.
When it clicked, my heart sped fast and fast until the energy succeeded itself and broke apart. Each piece rippled off into a secluded corner in my body.
Overwhelming and indigestible, this feeling.
I got up. My palms were sweaty, and his bed was probably soaked from my wet clothes.
His eyes punctured me into the ground. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To change?”
Embarrassing. How achy and pitchy my voice sounded.
He continued staring at me while I shifted under it. “I don’t want your bed to get wet.”
Dark, gloomy, and a new form of sexy I couldn’t handle.
Christian tilted his head. “It’ll get wet either way.”
“Not if I—” oh .
Swallowing hard, I rubbed a hand over my chest.
“Sit down, Adelaide.”
“I’m good, thank you.”
He gave me a hard stare.
I sat.
Satisfied, Christian slowly lifted the sleeves of his shirt. Exposing those God-like arms to me. The muscles on his bicep were inappropriately sexy—they should be in a separate category of porn. He moved with such agility. Carefully unbuttoning the remaining ones on his shirt—enticing me with the hair dragging down towards there . He looked better than my fantasies—which was a hard feat since my fantasies were phenomenal.
“Maybe we should…” Christian licked his lips and fixated on my own whilst giving me a show. “Take it slow,” the words came out breathless and totally unacceptable.
His gaze darkened. “I’m usually a patient man.”
Christian strutted towards me, opened shirt and all.
I scurried up onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows when he leaned forward. Hands singed my waist. “But ever since you said I love you, all I can think about is ripping your clothes off and branding you as mine.”
Warmth spread down to my core.
Lifting my head, my lips brushed against his when I mumbled, “ I love you .”
A deep rumble from his chest. “Tell me to stop.”
I tugged the shirt off his body. “Never.”
Christian devoured my lips. He took my tongue, bit, and licked and swallowed while I tried catching him.
My nails raked down his chest, busying myself with the buckles of his pants. “I want you.”
He groaned then ripped my dress.
“You realize,” he pulled down my bra and sucked on a tit. My head fell back against the bed. “You have a… problem .”
He flicked my other nipple with his tongue while I writhed beneath him.
“Your clothes fucking bother me.”
“You could ask me nicely to take them off,” I moaned when our gazes locked and Christian seductively licked my left nipple like it was ice cream.
“That wouldn’t be fun,” he repeated the same action with the other and my whole body jumped at the burning sensation tingling in my core.
He kissed down lower until he was right at the apex.
“I think you’re crazy.”
He pushed my left leg onto his shoulder and wasted no time by thrusting a finger inside of me. “I’m not doing this properly if you can talk.”
I felt so full of him.
He was an expert at what he did. Being precise in how he took care of me.
In. Out. In. Out.
The sound of my wet juices coating three of his fingers made me hot.
His tongue quickly followed, and he ate me out.
I bellowed off the bed. Completely and insanely putty with him.
Moans escaped my lips in sacrilegious sounds.
My orgasm came quick and hard—taking me by complete surprise.
Christian didn’t stop his pleasurable torture and I had to push his head away from how sensitive it got.
“We’re not done yet,” he wiped a hand over his mouth before undoing the belt I didn’t finish taking off.
I squeezed my thighs together—all sticky and wet while I watched him strip for me.
Thick, muscular thighs that could kill someone.
My mouth dried the second he dropped his boxers and stood with his usual confidence.
Why was it bigger than I remembered?
“There’s no way you’re gonna fit.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make it work.”
“I don’t remember you being this big.”
“That’s because I never went all the way in.”
Holy hell.
This was my last night because if he put his dick all the way inside of me, I’d break in half. One hundred percent, no questions asked.
Despite joking around, there was to Christian’s allure—a tension peeking from beneath his normal.
He analyzed me taking him in.
As if within a couple of seconds, I’d decide I didn’t like him, and he’d have to leave.
As if I can say no to the man I love.
Keeping my eyes on him, I removed the unusable scraps of the dress and threw it to the ground.
Sparkling hazels tunneled through my hazy blues and all I cared about was uniting us in the way we wanted. “Don’t tell me you’re the type of man who doesn’t do any of the work?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
Total of eight seconds before he pounced on me.
Squeezing my tits.
Kissing up my neck.
Leaving marks all over me.
A hand on his chest stopped him.
He stared. “I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”
“Neither have I.”
His heart shuddered beneath my palm. “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t forget you.”
He pushed his tongue into me. Swivelling it with mine while I held on for dear life.
This man was a liar, and his lies sweetened the initial bitterness.
Wanted more experience, my ass.
My head fell back in pure oblivion while he continued his torture with his fingers.
“I’m ready,” I groaned.
“Not for me, you aren’t.”
“Please, Christian.”
He wasn’t listening. He did what he wanted, pulling my pleasure out of me one by one until I was soaked dry.
“You’re clenching around my fingers with your greedy fucking pussy.” He muttered against my neck. “Is it aching for my cock?”
“ Yes !” I bucked into him, shaking and trembling while he continued his onslaught.
When the waves passed through, I slumped back down while hair clung to my face.
“Fuck,” he positioned his cock at my entrance and stared into my eyes one last time. Our eyes spoke and translated for each other.
He pierced through me with a singular inch.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Christian…”
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
Another inch.
“Look at how well you’re taking my cock.”
He was so big, and I felt so full—I couldn’t…
“Open your eyes for me, Sunshine.”
He said it with a delicate tone. I had to open them.
That’s when he filled himself within me and I screamed.
He kept a gentle place, tugging at my clit while moving in and out.
“Oh god, that feels— I can’t! ”
His hot mouth sucked on a nipple, tugging it with his teeth. “There’s no god here, baby. It’s just me.”
“Christian!”
My tits jiggled from his alleviated pace.
Hard and uncontrolled, Christian moved above me like a madman. He travelled down every inch of my body like he missed a spot and continued moving in me for his pleasure.
My nails dug into his shoulders while he pounded.
Thrust . “Tell,” thrust . “Me,” thrust . “You,” thrust . “Love,” thrust . “Me,” thrust .
I tugged on his hair and nipped his lips. “I love you!”
Squeezing his cock, we both came at the same time.
Me with a scream, him with a groan.
He fell on top of me while his dick emptied itself out into me.
A kiss between my tits. “You’re incredible.”
Mindlessly brushing through his hair, I smiled. “Thank you.”
One unfiltered look of affection. “I love you, Adelaide Hayes.”
With much struggle, I kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Christian Hayes.”