Chapter 16
S he is exactly what I picture when I think of my type—physically, at least. That’s the idea behind our fuck-buddy relationship: it’s supposed to be physical. But right now, it’s more. I fall for her a little more every time I’m with her.
I slowly make my way down to her perfect little pussy, nibbling, licking, and kissing along the way. I haven’t wanted to have sex like this in years. I haven’t had sex like this since before things became boring. Pushing thoughts of my ex-wife out of my mind, I refocus on the woman begging for me.
I give her clit one slow lick and then pause.
“Adam!” she cries.
“We’re taking it slow,” I remind her.
She sighs as I lick her, savoring every inch around and inside. I want to know what makes her react and what makes her vocal. Dani’s noises are so sexy, and I want to keep hearing those little moans and pants until I bring her to a loud release.
“I’m enjoying this exploration.” I slide a finger inside her, making slow circles while licking and sucking. I can feel her getting close. I’ve learned she tenses her ass when she’s almost there. Giving her cheek a pat, she unclenches.
“Good girl,” I encourage. “We’re building.” I can feel her walls tightening, so I stop.
“Adam!” she yells in frustration. “Stop teasing me!”
I smile. That’s exactly what I’m doing, Little One. Wait—she hates that nickname.
“Peanut,” I sigh. “That’s your new pet name. Live with it.”
“No!” she giggles, but it’s mixed with a moan. I see her hand inching down, but I move it away.
“No, I’m the only one touching you.” I raise her arms above her head, which pushes her chest out. What a fucking sight. I need her to be mine.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll get back to work,” I whisper, deliberately breathing in her ear. “And keep your hands above your fucking head.”
“Please,” she begs. “Make me come.”
“Is that the nicest way you can ask?”
“Adam, please,” she whines, her eyes burning with desire.
I dive back in, pulling her hips up, intent on making her come. Focusing on her clit, I lick with firm pressure. She’s tense, trembling a little. Her breathing shifts, and I stay locked in, determined to take her over the edge, working up a sweat in the process.
“Fuck … so … close,” she pants. “Adam …” She trails off.
There it is again—her breathy voice. It’s so sexy. Then she moans, and I take in the sound, relishing it. My tongue feels her pulse, and I slide a finger inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My tongue continues its journey, trailing up her stomach, over to her nipple, then up to her lips for a soft kiss. She’s like melted ice cream on the bed—completely spent.
“That was fucking great,” she pants breathlessly.
I kiss her temple and confess, “I’m falling for you.”