Chapter 27
27
Present Day
“ W hy didn’t you tell me?” I ask Adrian, tears in my eyes. “I’d have been there for you in a heartbeat.”
He massages the back of his neck. “I thought we were done, and it’d be another rejection.”
“We agreed to meet after finals, but you just disappeared. I went to your dorm, but it was like you never existed. Like you were a figment of my imagination.”
His gaze connects with mine. “Essie, will you tell me what happened in the park that night?”
I shiver, clutching myself. “I was afraid.”
He puts a hand over his heart and whispers, “Afraid of me ?”
“No, I’ve never been afraid of you.”
“Then, what was it?”
Taking a deep breath, I stand.
It suddenly feels like everything is happening in slow motion.
I take small steps toward him.
When I reach him, he sits up straighter.
My hands shake as I free my shirt from my skirt, and I use his hand to raise it. I gulp, my eyes on his hand as it touches my skin.
My heart beats so fast in my chest that it aches.
I’ve never felt so exposed.
“I was scared of you seeing the real me,” I tell him. “I didn’t want you to see my imperfections.”
Adrian doesn’t flinch as he stares at my scarred skin.
He looks at my scars with a tenderness I wish I had when looking at myself in the mirror.
A gentle plea is in his eyes, as if asking for permission when he raises his gaze to mine.
I nod.
A shiver runs down my spine when he brushes his hand over my skin.
His eyes stay on mine when he reaches his free hand to my shirt buttons. I nod again, and he slowly starts unbuttoning it. The cool air hits my skin as my shirt slides off my shoulders.
I’m on full display for him.
Like an open book revealing my past.
He traces the path of my scars with his thumb, stroking them before tenderly kissing one.
“Essie,” he murmurs, “you embody perfection in every sense of the word. I’ve been in love with every part of you for years.”
I believe him.
And regret washes over me like a wave.
I should’ve been honest with him in the park.
He’d have been just as accepting as he is now.
My cheeks are wet with tears, the salty taste on my lips. I take a step back when he stands. He peers down at me, cradling my cheek in his large hand, and brushes away my tears.
Adrian has finally seen the true me.
I feel so free.
“Thank you,” he mutters.
“For what?” I whisper.
“For finally trusting me. ”
I rise on my toes and kiss him.
He hesitates for a moment, like he didn’t expect it. His gaze drops, colliding with mine, and I nod. He circles his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and kisses me.
It takes only seconds for our kiss to deepen.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with mine.
He tastes like cinnamon.
His breathing is ragged when I break away from him, grab his hand, and lead him to my bedroom. I flick on the light and toy with my skirt zipper while walking backward. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I wriggle out of my skirt and kick it aside.
As if he can’t hold himself back any longer, he takes two long strides to me. He slips his hand into my panties and cups my pussy. Gripping his shoulders, I moan as he caresses my clit with his palm.
“Adrian,” I whimper, craving more.
I shimmy out of my panties, and he licks his lips.
“Let me see all of you, Essie,” he says in a hushed tone.
I choke back a breath before unhooking my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples pucker when his tongue smooths along his bottom lip in approval.
“Get on the bed,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt. It falls to the floor.
I do as he said, watching as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. But he doesn’t pull them down. They hang loose around his waist as he comes closer and kneels between my legs.
Goose bumps spread over my skin as he kisses my thigh, trails his tongue along my slit, and plants a kiss on the other thigh. I lean back and rest my hands on the bed to steady myself.
I haven’t been with anyone since high school.
And that was only a few times with a high school boyfriend who had no idea what he was doing.
But no one’s face has ever been this close to my pussy .
Adrian grips my thighs, lifting me off the bed, and settles my legs on his shoulders.
“I told you, every inch of you is beautiful,” he states, staring between my legs like it holds the key to all his desires.
I tremble when he spreads my folds with his fingers and leans down to suck on my clit. But unfortunately, it’s only brief.
“Crawl up the bed,” he instructs. “I want to worship your body better.”
He follows me, and for the next I don’t know how long, he does just that.
He places gentle kisses on each of my stomach scars before working his way up my body. He cups my breast with his hand while sucking on the other nipple. Every nerve ending in my body buzzes.
When he moves back down my body, my legs shake. He buries his face between my legs and groans, sending a vibration through me.
My body is on fire as he uses his fingers and tongue to hit every angle until he finds my G-spot.
“Come on my tongue, Essie,” he says. “You let me see you. Now, let me taste you, baby.”
My legs tighten, my clit is throbbing, and?—
Oh my God, I’m so close.
The only other times I’ve orgasmed were compliments of yours truly.
A moan escapes me, followed by a loud, “Yessssss.”
I crumble under his weight, and my head wildly thrashes from side to side. If I wasn’t taking a trip to orgasm heaven, I’d be absolutely horrified and embarrassed.
Adrian draws back and sucks on his bottom lip.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans before pushing his finger back inside me, covering it with my juices. He pulls out his finger and sucks on it. His eyes stay on me the entire time, and he groans again.
“Adrian,” I pant, “I need you. ”
He freezes. “Are … are you sure?”
“Positive.”
He pauses for a moment, then another, giving me the chance to change my mind.
“Please,” I beg. “Give me what I wanted so many times when we were in college.”
He doesn’t look away while getting off the bed or when he fishes for a condom from his wallet. His erection springs forward, and?—
Oh my fucking God.
He’s huge.
Bigger than my ex.
Bigger than any porn I’ve watched.
His cock twitches when he rolls the condom down his cock. Kneeling on the bed, he positions himself between my legs.
Which immediately lock up.
He stops. “We can wait, Essie.”
“No,” I rush out, shaking my head. “It’s just been a while. But I want this, want you .”
He grips the base of his cock and strokes it. “You tell me if you want to stop or do something different, okay? Promise me.”
I bite my lip. “I promise.”
“I can’t wait to make you feel so fucking good from the inside out.”
I lean forward to grip his ass and draw him closer.
Then, with patience, he slowly eases his cock inside me.
My breath catches in my throat, my back curves, and my hands reach for his arms. I sink my nails into his skin while adjusting to his size.
“Is this okay, baby?” he asks.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
“You’re so tight.”
“And you’re fucking huge.”
He chuckles. “I’m giving you an extra orgasm for that.”
He slowly starts moving inside me .
I feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each stroke, needing more.
My pussy walls pulsate against his cock.
I watch him bite his lip, fighting back restraint not to speed up.
“Do it,” I say, my voice strained. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Adrian .”
He stops mid-stroke, taking a second to process my words, and then lifts my legs back over his shoulders.
And he gives me exactly what I asked for.
Him, in my bed, inside me, with no restraints.
Okay, well, I’m pretty sure he is showing a little restraint.
But that’s my Adrian—so selfless.
We move together as one.
Meeting each other stroke for stroke, like we’ve done this for years.
There’s no awkwardness with him.
No fumbling around.
He licks up my neck and kisses me while circling his strokes.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, tilting my hips up for a better angle.
He makes me feel like the most important person in the world as he thrusts in and out of me.
As I get closer, he drops my legs and presses his body harder against mine, nearly pushing me through the mattress.
He traces a kiss along my neck and whispers, “Absolutely beautiful everywhere, baby.”
His words ignite my orgasm, and his lips are on mine as I lose control of my body. I fall apart, crying out his name, and close my eyes before suddenly opening them back up.
I want to watch him.
See him get off inside me.
“Give me one more,” Adrian says, quickening his movements. “Give it to me, Essie.”
“I … I can’t.” My words definitely sound muffled .
“I told you, your comment granted you another orgasm. Give it to me.”
He continues fucking me. His hand finds my clit until another orgasm takes over my body.
As my body goes back into pure bliss, I’m unable to form words.
My orgasm brain doesn’t work as well as my normal one.
As I come down from my high, I watch him again.
Sweat beads on his chest.
His face tightens.
“I’m coming,” he breathes out. “I’m about to come so hard for you, Essie.”
My love for Adrian is so deep that even my heartbreak couldn’t crush it.
He understands me.
Doesn’t judge me.
And tonight, I’ve learned he also knows how to fuck me.
And here I thought, him moving to Blue Beech was a bad idea.
My ten out of ten orgasm says otherwise.