14. Chapter Fourteen – Adam
Adam
She's a little overthinker.
You kind of have to be if you want to be successful at our jobs – although this is anything but work. Nonetheless, it seems like any time we are apart and meet again, she's managed to become a prisoner to her thoughts, doubts creeping in and making her skittish.
Even now, she might be propped on her elbows, her eyes hungrily scanning every inch of my body, but a part of her is still distracted from her call with Millie and Kayla.
I can't have that.
Notching her legs further apart, I lean down, forcing her to lay back down until my forearms are on the covers right by her head, caging her against the mattress.
"Tell me what you like, beautiful," I tell her, my mouth right next to her ear. From the corner of my eyes, I watch her eyelids flutter close and the shiver running through her when my breath tickles her skin.
I want to touch her and drive her crazy, want to let my hands explore, find all the spots where she loves being touched the most.
But most of all, I want, no, I need her to become addicted to this.
I don't know where this possessiveness is coming from, but if I only get her here in Tokyo, I will make damn sure that it becomes unforgettable. Let me be the one who got away, the one on her mind when she’s eighty, still wondering ‘what if’. Because I know damn sure she’ll be on mine.
I want to claim her, make her want to shout so loud there’s no hiding it anymore.
I want to make her mine. Even if it's only for the few days we have left here and even if I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it.
Like a devil on my shoulders, I can hear my brother's voice in my head, telling me I deserve this. That’s what I get for spending all my time at work: someone who prioritizes their job as well. ‘That’s what you get for always making us take the backseat to work.’
The angel on my other shoulder tells me I should give it my best shot. Woo her, court her until she’s convinced to give me a shot. But I ignore the voices.
For now, all I want to think about is Lily .
Beautiful, fierce Lily, spread out in front of me like a goddamn buffet and I've been starving for three weeks.
I raise my hand to trace a soft path down her body with my finger, making her muscles tense under my touch and goosebumps spread on her skin.
"My… breasts," she finally admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper, reaching for my hand to guide it right to where she wants me to touch her. "Play with my boobs."
Oh hell yeah.
“My pleasure,” I whisper and palm her breast, watching with delight as her eyes flutter closed. A rumble runs through my throat and I lose no more time.
Her breast fits perfectly inside my hand. I squeeze it, rub my palm over her nipple while I capture the other one with my lips, drawing the sweetest sounds from her lips as I suck on it, making her whimper when I flick it with my tongue or rubbing the stubble of my beard alongside it until she is an incoherent mess, her whole body writhing, and her hands digging into the bedsheets.
"You weren't kidding," I say with a cheeky grin. I’ve just found her kryptonite and I intend to use that knowledge to my advantage.
Her hands have found their way inside my hair, her fingers pushing into my scalp as she pushes my head down to make me continue.
I love a woman who knows what she wants and demands it, and Lily is certainly not shy about it .
Her hand tugs on my hair before she grabs my wrist and pushes my hand away from her breast, instead guiding it between her legs, and I lose no time giving in to her orders.
My fingers find her warm pussy, wet and so fucking ready for me. I lick my lips as I push two fingers into her, groaning when her nails dig into my skin and she breathes a loud moan, her hips moving against my hand greedily.
“Fuck yes, Adam. More.”
My eyes are transfixed on her throat as she throws her head back and bares it, pushing her boobs higher when I add a third finger. I can't help but lean down and suck a spot at the side of her neck.
"Fucking magnificent," I mumble against her throat and gently nip at her skin.
She tugs at my hair until our faces align.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her lips. “Now I’ll always think of this when you blush.”
“Shut up,” she giggles and tries to hide her face behind her hands, but I quickly grab her wrist and pin it to the bed next to her head, leaning down to capture her lips in a sloppy, heated kiss, picking up my pace.
My fingers find a quicker rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, curving in an attempt to find that sweet spot insider her and spreading to prepare her for me.
When my thumb finds her clit, and I start to lick a path down her throat to her breasts, her soft moans change to whimpers, a beautiful sound in the otherwise silent room .
"Adaah-m."
Her wrist wriggles in my hold and I let it go, her hand immediately flying to my back and her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I love the way my name falls from her lips, adore the way she arches into my touch like she can’t get enough.
"So fucking gorgeous," I whisper against her skin before I give her nipple a little flick with my tongue. "Why don't you come for me, beautiful?"
Her mouth pops open, but before she can form a word, I feel her tense and quicken my pace, and with a rough stroke of my thumb over her clit, she comes apart with a scream, nails digging into my shoulders and dragging their way down my back, without a doubt leaving their marks on me.
She can mark me all she wants.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, hell fucking yes." Like a chant, the words fall from her lips until she runs out of breath as she comes apart.
Her warm walls close in around my fingers, sucking them in as her back arches, teeth burying into her lip. I lean forward to capture it with mine, gently tugging on it as she moans and thrashes through her orgasm until the shaking subsides.
For a moment, we look at each other, faces so close I can see the grey specks in her otherwise blue eyes and feel her breath fanning over my skin.
"You going to stay halfway off the bed?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, still struggling to catch her breath. Chuckling, I scoot the both of us up the bed until we lie next to each other. It never even crossed my mind to stop and change position.
We lay on our sides and I run my hand through her hair as she tries to calm her breath, her face still flushed and a happy glint in her eyes. Then it suddenly changes into mischief.
"Are you-" I start asking, but before I can finish my question, she pushes my shoulder back until I'm on my back and climbs into my lap.
"Fuck," I groan and reach for her thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Need you, Adam,” she sighs, her voice not louder than a whisper. She reaches for my cock that’s been hard and ready for her even before she let her dress fall to the ground and sinks down on it, slowly getting used to my ‘not too shabby’ size.
I bite my grin. That woman.
I feel her relax around me, and when she sighs happily as I experimentally move my hips, I know she’s ready.
"Fuck, Sweetheart.” Then I still, digging my fingers into her thighs and cursing myself out internally. “Beautiful, stop. Are you on birth control?"
She stills as soon as the word ‘stop’ falls from my lips, her whole body freezing and slowly lifting her head to look at me with wide eyes, then she nods.
"Yes. Sorry," she quickly says and shakes her head. "I didn't—"
I thrust up in lieu of an answer, making her curse under her breath and lean her hands on my chest .
"I'm clean," I assure her quickly, laying one of my hands over hers. “I got tested after my last… encounter.” God, this topic is so unsexy. But worth it when she shoots me a thankful smile and nods, fervently, making her damp hair fall into her face.
"Me too."
"Great." I thrust up again. She’d look gorgeous carrying my child, but I’ve had enough of raising kids.
But now that it’s settled, I reach for another pillow and put it under my shoulders, making it easier to lean forward and capture her nipple with my lips, tracing a broad path up her chest to her throat with my tongue, then blowing on the wet path to make her shiver.
“Adam!” she scolds me playfully and puts her hand on my face to stop me from doing it again.
Once she’s sure I won’t, she lets go, steadying herself on my shoulders as she starts to move her hips, and holy fucking shit, I'm in heaven.
All of my muscles turn into goo and I fall back into the mattress as she starts riding me, my hands steadying her by her hips, before they trace their way up, cupping her breasts.
God, the way they bounce as she moves, the way they lay heavy in my hand while she rides my cock.
Fuck, I'm in so much trouble. I let go of them, wanting to touch every single inch of her, find all the spots that make her sigh as happily and get her to come apart around my cock.
"Ahh-dam. Fu-uhck. "
I love the way she moans my name, the way her fingers dig into my chest as she picks up her rhythm, chasing her high.
"You're so amazing," I whisper in a husky voice, reaching up to flick her nipple. "Come on, beautiful, take what you need. Come on my cock."
I reach between the two of us, my thumb finding her clit with ease, making her run her nails over my ribs and fingertips digging into my chest.
"Fuck! Almost there," she shouts and then her movements turn more erratic. Watching her so close to release, eyebrows scrunched together, face flush with need, has me almost there too.
My hands find her hip, digging into her soft skin as I drive myself upwards, meeting the movement of her hips with mine.
"Fuck yes," she shouts, and I can feel her tense, thighs squeezing my waist.
She's almost there. Fuck yes, because so am I. My hands guide her into a faster, rougher rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin makes an obscene sound in the room, the sound of our breaths, moans, and groans making the perfect mix.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She starts cursing again and I know she’s about to come apart again. "I'm gonna come," she warns, and I nod fervently, reaching for her breasts.
"Do it, Sweetheart. Show me how pretty you look when you come on my cock.” Her curses become an incoherent whimper as she looks down at me, her wild hair hiding her face .
“Come on, Gorgeous.” I reach up and push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Show me that pretty face of yours as you come."
She shakes her head, unable to answer anything besides incoherent whines and then she's there, contracting around me, collapsing on me as I continue to drive into her.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m there as well.
"Fuck." My hands fist her hair, roam over her back, then squeeze her ass as I continue to thrust into her, pressing my mouth against the side of her head.
"Almost there, Sweetheart," I mumble, groaning when another shudder runs through her and she squeezes my cock with her walls.
Fucking her like this is a difficult angle, but right now I'm so far gone, I don't give a flying fuck.
"Do it," she mumbles against my throat. "Come, Adam. Give it to me."
“Fuck. You feel so good, Beautiful.”
She rolls her hips, another contraction of her orgasm squeezing my cock and that's all it takes. I growl against her hair and dig my hands into the flesh of her ass as I come inside her, thrusting until every last drop of my cum is in her.
We stare at each other, trying to catch our breaths, and I reach up, pushing her hair behind her ears. She looks wild, freshly fucked, and so damned good. Like mine.
Lily starts to shiver when the AC hits her right on her back that’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and I reach for the covers, maneuvering it free from under us, then pulling it over the two of us, right as she lifts herself off me, my cock sliding out of her.
We look at each other wordlessly, my fingers drawing lazy patterns over her back and her pressing slow kisses against my throat, both speechless, until she starts to softly chuckle.
"That was..." she starts, then her eyes get that far-away look again before the corners of her mouth tug into a wide grin. "Something," she finishes.
"Something indeed," I laugh and press a kiss against the side of her head. "Fuck, Gorgeous. You're amazing."
"Why, thank you," she answers but looks away when a blush tints her cheeks an adorable pink. And it definitely reminds me how she looked when she came. "We can definitely do that again."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," I tease her, then I get up. "Want something to drink?"
Before she can even answer, I'm at the little refrigerator of my hotel room and grab a water to hand over to her.
"Nooo, are you getting into daddy mode?" She lifts her eyebrow at me, and I whip around to look at her over my shoulder. Honest to God, when she blushed, my cock was growing really interested but after hearing the dreaded ‘D’ word, I feel myself shrivel up. Ehw.
"Oh god, dear god, no." My expression must be so bad that it makes her giggle.
"I'm just kidding. Don’t worry, it’s not daddy kink I’m into."
She shoots me a wink as I hand her the water, then beckons me down to capture my lips in a quick kiss.
I shake my head at her with a grin and trot into the bathroom to get a towel, all the while one thing floating around my head.
Then what is her kink?