Chapter Sixteen Adam #3
“ ’Kay.” I stumble a bit without the wall there to steady us, but reach the bed in a few quick strides and lower her down as gently as I can. She doesn’t unwind her legs, keeping me trapped against her, which is a position I am completely okay with.
Her hands snake between our bodies and tug at my shirt, bunching it up my torso until I reach a hand back to yank it overhead.
I cast it to the side carelessly and have to suppress an inappropriate laugh at the thought of doing that exact same thing last night, though under very different circumstances.
Her hands land on my shoulders, then slide down to grip my biceps while my fingers skim over the soft cotton of her T-shirt.
I graze the swell of her breast, then trail down until I reach the waistband of her shorts.
I tease the skin there with a featherlight touch, waiting until she lifts her hips in encouragement.
I manage to pop open the top button on my first try, something I’d be vaguely proud of if I weren’t so distracted by the way Eleanor’s abdomen contracts in anticipation.
I find the tab of the zipper and pull it down slowly.
My hand slips under the denim and I expect to feel more fabric, but encounter none.
With the arm braced next to Eleanor’s head, I push my body up enough to glance down the length of hers. “Are you… not wearing underwear?”
Eleanor shrugs one shoulder. “I was naked when you knocked. Got dressed in a hurry.”
“Jesus.” I close my eyes and make a concerted effort to collect myself. I feel like a fucking teenager right now, about to shoot off from a bit of over-the-pants friction.
“Doing okay?”
I open my eyes again to find Eleanor looking smug. Her lips are kiss-bitten, an even prettier shade of red than that lipstick she had on before.
It’s familiar, at this point—the expression Eleanor gets when she thinks she’s got me beat. In a way she does. Eleanor could ask me for pretty much anything right now, and I’d give it to her.
If she wants to turn this into another competition, that’s fine. I was already determined to make her come first.
I kiss her once more—can’t resist—before moving away.
Eleanor lifts her head, a confused crease in her brow as she watches me kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed.
With my hands behind her knees, I yank her closer, so her ass is at the edge of the mattress and her legs have nowhere to go except over my shoulders.
She gasps and lets her head fall back again.
I smile against the soft skin of her inner thigh and slide my hands up to curl my fingers under the waistband of her shorts.
Eleanor plants one foot to make it easier for me to tug the denim over her hips. I slide the fabric down her legs slowly, but once it reaches her ankles, Eleanor loses patience and kicks them off. I dodge her leg with a laugh and take the opportunity to ditch my glasses.
Incrementally, Eleanor’s limbs relax again as I move back into position and press a kiss to her inner thigh, right above her knee. I work my way up her legs slowly, reveling in the way Eleanor’s fingers grip the bedsheets, the way her breath has gone shallow.
I keep one hand curled around her thigh while the other finally slips between her legs to circle my thumb over the most sensitive part of her. Eleanor gives a full-body twitch and holy shit, I am not going to be able to handle it if she’s that responsive.
All my plans to tease her with my fingers fly out the window, and I shift forward to flick my tongue against her clit. This earns another sharp inhale, but when I glance up the line of her body I find her eyes screwed shut, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Holding back.
I grab her left hand from where it’s twisting the bedsheets and guide it to my head.
Instantly, she grips my short hair instead.
I hum my approval against her and redouble my efforts.
Every bitten-off sound she makes, every twitch of her body beneath mine, makes me harder.
Eventually, I can’t take it anymore, have to let go of her thigh to reach down and press my palm against my erection.
The pressure isn’t enough, but it’s enough for now—enough to let me refocus on Eleanor’s pleasure, reading all of her cues and adjusting my technique until she’s panting at the ceiling and her thighs are trembling against my shoulders.
Until a steady stream of yes, fuck, Adam is rolling off her tongue.
Working my hand and mouth in tandem, I don’t stop until she shakes apart. Even then, I want to keep going, but Eleanor squeezes her thighs together, too sensitive to let me.
I wipe my mouth on my hand and crawl back up the bed, over Eleanor’s languid body. She hums softly as I drop a kiss on her navel before settling on the mattress beside her. We’re quiet for a long moment, both of us catching our breath.
I’m the first one to break the silence: “You were right this morning.”
She rolls her head to look at me. Her face is flushed, damp with sweat at the temples. Fucking gorgeous. “About what?”
I shoot her a wolfish grin. “Your vagina is amazing.”