Chapter Eight
Adam closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth to hers.
She was hot, soft, and welcoming. Taking her glass, he put it to one side and kissed her again.
She opened up to him immediately, almost with desperation.
Tangling his fingers through her nape, he undid her hair tie, letting the strands spill lose.
He pulled back, admiring the way the strands curtained over her face.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, before claiming her mouth again and relishing the exquisite taste of her lips.
He drew her closer needing the feel of her body against his.
His palm traced her right arm, across the curve of her breast. He pulled at the turgid nipple beneath the thin fabric of her black dress, eliciting a moan.
Katya tugged at his shirt, and he complied, sliding it over his head and tossing it aside. Her appreciative sigh drew a grin from him.
She pushed him against the couch, climbing over him and showering kisses over his neck and chest, every tiny touch fueling his passion. Adam lifted his hips, coming into contact with the warmth of her pussy even beneath their clothes.
“Katya,” he groaned.
He pulled off her dress, marveling at her pert breasts and taught tummy. His fingertips skimmed across her flesh, each stroke rewarding him with an appreciative moan. His cock throbbed in its confines. Liquid lava pumped through his flesh. Adam needed her. She was the balm to his burns.
Swiftly, he lifted her into his arms. Her long legs wrapped around him, her arousal stroking him through their clothes.
Taking advantage of the new position, she wound her fingers through his hair and brought his mouth to hers.
Without breaking contact, he strode to the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed, grateful he’d made it before leaving that morning.
Katya squealed in surprise, but didn’t miss a beat.
Lifting her hips, she shimmied out of her lacy underwear.
A growl he didn’t realize he’d been holding back emanated from him as he watched her spread-eagled on the mattress.
Suckling in a fingertip, she caught his gaze.
Slowly, she drew it out of her mouth, saliva dripping from it.
He observed its course. Down over her breasts, across her belly, and over her mound, deep into the recess of her pussy.
It entered effortlessly, demonstrating how much she yearned for him.
“Tease,” he said, his voice coming out huskier than usual.
“I want what I didn’t have the other night,” she replied with a saucy smile.
She didn’t need to ask him again. Quickly, Adam undid his jeans, dropping them and his underwear to the floor. He chuckled at her loud intake of breath.
“I guess you didn’t really appreciate this the other night,” he said, palming his girth.
“I’m afraid I was focused on other things,” she replied.
He intended to grab a condom on his nightstand, but she stopped him halfway, hand on his ass, digging her digits demandingly.
“I need to taste you,” she said. Without preamble, she placed her mouth over the head of his dick, the tip of her tongue lapping at his slit.
Adam gathered her hair in his palm, groaning as she deliberately slowly swallowed him.
She flattened her tongue over the thick vein of his cock, exacting pressure.
“Fuck,” he said. Pulling her hair, he moved her head back, trembling as her lips traveled over his flesh. “That’s it.” He pushed down, forcing her to suck him deeper. She submitted with a moan which had his balls tightening.
“That’s it, little one, harder,” he panted.
Pleasure threatened to consume him as she played with his balls while sucking him deeply.
“Not yet,” he groaned raggedly, tugging so she’d release him. “It’s my turn.”
Pinning her hands above her head, he pushed her against the mattress. He grinned at her breathless giggle.
“It’s your turn to be tied down, my little one.” Reaching into his nightstand, he pulled out his handcuffs and swiftly cuffed her to the headboard. She gasped.
“Adam—”
“It’s my turn to rob you,” he stated.
He trailed kisses down her neck, over her chest, and toward the swell of her left breast. Circling the taut nipple with his tongue, he teased it between his teeth, then sucked, hard.
Katya arched, rattling the bed. Adam switched to her other breast, while his index finger slid between her legs, caressing her folds.
“So wet, so needy,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she replied. “I need you, Adam.”
“Not yet.” He suckled her breasts, one after the other, slow and hard, playing with them, while teasing the entrance to her pussy. Her hips swayed and rocked, silently begging him, while her hard breathing and breathless moans filled his ears.
“Please,” she panted.
Finally, he pushed two digits into her warmth.
“Yes,” she cried.
“So hot.”
In and out he pumped his digits, delighting in the flush of her pale skin and her jerky movements as he aimed to please her.
Katya’s legs began to shake, her orgasm near.
Adam brought himself lower. Dropping a kiss across her clit, he grinned at her sudden yelp.
Rolling his tongue across her folds, he centered on her clit, pressing on it with the flat of his tongue while fucking her with his fingers.
When he pushed in a third finger, he sucked it in at the same time.
Her orgasm rippled, her cries of arousal filling the room and drowning out everything else.