Chapter 77
A s Adam unzips my dress in the foyer, all I can think about is that I started this.
When I slid onto his lap in the car, I didn’t care about the audience.
I don’t need to care about it now. But I’m distracted.
I can only imagine what the professionals would say about me using sex as a way to not think about how I was just fucking crying over a memory that was long forgotten and triggered by a painting.
How sex is the answer to feeling overwhelmed. How sex is how I can feel control.
“Adam,” I breathe as he unbuttons the halter, and my dress falls to the floor. I step out of it, in heels and lingerie.
“Fuck, do I love you like this,” he grumbles.
“Being an emotional wreck?”
He glares, unamused with my humor.
I roll my eyes, and his palm lands on my neck, pushing me into the door. “Don’t be a brat tonight. I don’t want that.”
“What do you want then?” I ask with an edge.
“I want to be your sole focus.” He nudges my legs apart with his foot.
“The only thing you’re thinking about.” He kisses my neck as his hands explore my body, grabbing my chest. “Think about how I touch you. Think about how I fuck you. Think about how I’ll give you anything you fucking want without question. ”
I melt into the door as his fingers dive into my panties.
“Perfect,” he breathes, feeling how wet I am. “Relax. Enjoy how much I love you. Enjoy how I love to spoil you.”
I close my eyes, giving in to him. His fingers are teasing, caressing my walls, building me up. His lips gently kiss me, moving from my lips to my neck to my chest. When he sucks my nipple, a small moan escapes.
“I love your noises,” he whispers, then flicks his tongue around my ear. “But not as much as I love your taste.” Adam releases his hand from my neck and falls to his knees.