Chapter 21
Adrian
The soft light from the bedside lamp touches her skin, highlighting every curve, every dip, every place I want to touch. She’s breathtaking, waiting for me like this. My fingers brush the length of her thighs, tracing lazy patterns over her warm skin, feeling the way she shivers beneath me.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I murmur, rough with need.
Her gaze locks with mine, dark and hazy, filled with trust and hunger. Slowly, she parts her thighs, and my pulse drums, the heat between us turning electric.
I drag my fingers over her wet pussy. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” She arches into my touch, her body asking for more before she even speaks the words.
I glance up, taking in the flush spreading up her neck, the way her lips part as she struggles to breathe. She’s lost in this moment, lost in me, and there’s something about that… about knowing I’m the one making her crazy.
I slide my fingers over her thighs, slow, teasing, watching her face as I do. Her eyebrows pull together, her lips tremble, her body fights to stay still. I want to memorize this. Every expression, every sound, every little way she responds to my hands.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, kissing just below her belly button, feeling the way her stomach quivers beneath my lips.
She reaches for me, fingers digging into my shoulders, trying to pull me closer, but I hold still, letting the anticipation build between us. I want her desperate, aching, needing me the way I need her.
I move up, capturing her mouth in a slow kiss. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted but never thought I could have. The need to see her face, to watch her react to what I’m about to do, tugs me back. When I pull away, her eyes are heavy-lidded, her chest rising and falling fast.
Her hands slide to the back of my neck, tugging me back to her lips. “You’re killing me,” she whispers against my mouth.
I grin, dragging my lips down the side of her throat, savoring the way she gasps when I nip at the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“You can handle it,” I tease.
She shudders, her body soft and ready for whatever I give her.
And I plan to give her everything.
I drag my fingers through her wetness again, and her head tips back, exposing her delicate neck. When I push one finger inside her, she feels so soft, warm, and perfect.
Her pussy clamps on my finger as a moan slips from her parted lips. I move slowly, not wanting to rush any of this. I want to take every second in, memorize everything. When I slip in a second finger, her legs try to close.
“Keep your legs open,” I command.
She tries to keep her eyes locked on mine, but the more I move my fingers in and out, the more she fails. Her body softens, opening up to me completely.
“Fuck, Amelia, you’re so beautiful.”
I lean forward, kissing the side of her neck over her pulse as she breathes, “So good.”
“I’ve barely gotten started,” I say. “Don’t know if I want you to come on my fingers or my mouth.”
“Both.” The way she says it, breathless and demanding, makes my dick throb. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
My thumb moves to circle her clit in hard but slow circles. “So greedy.”
Her breathing turns into sexy little pants when I increase my speed, her body following whatever I give her.
“Oh, my God!” Her eyes roll back into her head.
I want both too, but I want to feel her come apart on my dick, and I need a taste, so I shuffle down.
“You made a mess of my fingers,” I say, sucking each one clean before gently blowing on her clit, causing her to shiver once more. “I better clean you up.”
“Yes,” she replies huskily.
I lean forward. “But let me start with kissing your lips.” My mouth meets hers, and she kisses me back ferociously.
God, I love kissing her. Her tongue plays with mine with the perfect pressure, her taste intoxicating, and our rhythm in sync.
When she breaks for air, I drag my mouth along her jaw, behind her ear, nipping there again.
She shivers, but I keep going, peppering soft kisses along her collarbone, down to one tightened pink nipple.
I suck on it hard until her body is shaking beneath me.
Lifting off that nipple, I kiss along to the other breast.
I want her so fucking needy by the time I get to her pussy.
I do the same thing to her other nipple, but this time, she arches her back into me, loving every moment.
Her hand slips into my hair, pulling it tight between her fingers.
She’s ready. Shuffling down, I kiss her soft stomach, down to the top of her pussy, where I inhale. She smells so fucking perfect.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Adrian, please don’t make me wait longer.”
I lift off, looking at her. “Did you ask me to go slower?”
“No!”
But I drag this out a little more, intending to drive her insane. Bringing my lips from her inner knee, I kiss slowly up toward her pussy.
“Oh my God, you’re killing me.”
My hands grip her thighs, keeping them apart, feeling her muscles twitch. I don’t waste another second. I bring my mouth down, her scent so much stronger now, her pussy glistening. My mouth waters, and I lick her with one long swipe.
“So fucking good,” I mumble against her.
She rolls her hips against my face, and my fingers let go so she can grind hard on my mouth. As my tongue slips inside her, she moans my name so loudly my dick pulses. “Adrian.”
God, the sound of my name coming from her sexy mouth makes me grunt, and I go feral, hands shifting to her ass, pushing her pussy on my face as my tongue moves faster in and out.
Literally fucking her with my tongue before I shift to her clit.
I roll my tongue firmly around it, peering up at her as I do.
Her chest rises and falls fast as she groans my name, her head flipping around everywhere, like she’s trying not to come.
“You’re so good,” I moan as I continue rolling my tongue against her clit as she grinds on my face. She’s trembling hard. I know what she wants.
My two fingers move to her opening, and I push them inside at the same time my mouth moves to her clit and sucks it hard between my teeth.
My fingers thrust inside her slowly, knowing exactly where her sweet spot is.
She moans loudly, and I murmur against her pussy. “Come on my face.”
“Oh, fuck.” And with that, I graze my teeth along her clit as I drag my fingers along her front wall.
Her whole body shudders against me, and the feel of her in my hands, under my mouth, collapsing like this is making my heart beat wildly and my dick harder, if that’s even possible.
I’m so desperate to be inside her, my dick is leaking, but I won’t come… only in her.
She goes still beneath me, her breathing changing, and her hands tighten in my hair as she rides out her orgasm.
“Are you okay?” I ask, lifting off her after she’s come.
“More than okay.”
It’s an incredible thing, knowing I did this to her. That every shaky breath, every tremble still leaving her body, every drop of pleasure, it’s all because of me.
She rolls her eyes playfully at my smug grin, but doesn’t bother hiding the wicked curve of her lips.
I kiss my way back up her stomach. My hands press into the mattress on either side of her face, hovering above her, soaking in the sight of her spent and glowing.
“That was perfect,” she murmurs. “Thank you. But look at your face.” She lifts a hand to my jaw, tracing over the damp scruff on my upper lip and chin. “You’re all covered in me.”
“That’s how I like it.”
Her fingers grab my head and tug me down to her mouth. I groan into the kiss, deepening it when I feel her other hand move, sliding down my stomach, wrapping around my cock.
“Fuck.” The strangled curse rips out of me.
Her fingers close around me, stroking me just enough to make me twitch in her grip. She watches me with dark, knowing eyes, glee flashing across her face as she feels just how fucking turned on I am.
A slow smile curls her lips. “I like this.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, biting her lip. “I like knowing you want me this much.”
There’s something about the way she says it… something vulnerable beneath all that teasing confidence that makes my chest ache.
“Amelia, I always want you.” I breathe hard, trying to get myself under control. “Let me grab a condom.”
She watches as I get off the bed, heading for the nightstand. The rustle of the foil packet, the snap of latex against my skin should be nothing, just part of the routine, but her eyes stay locked on me, lips parted, her breath coming faster.
“You like this?” I stroke myself once, just to tease her.
“God, yes.” Her voice is breathy. “It’s so hot watching you do that.”
I groan. “Fuck, Trouble, you’re killing me.”
She giggles, but it’s soft, faint with need. “I’m also jealous of your hands,” she says. “It was nice touching you.”
I climb back onto the bed, settling between her parted thighs.
“Next time, you can touch me first,” I promise, dragging my lips over hers in a kiss that’s far too brief for either of us. “But right now, I need you.”
Her legs hook around my waist, locking me in place.
“You ready?” My body is screaming at me to stop talking and take what we both need.
She nods frantically. “More than ready.”
I press the head of my cock to her entrance, and then, fuck…
I groan as I push forward, sinking into the tight, wet heat of her. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her nails biting into my arms.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” I grind out, barely able to think past the way her body clings to me.
“Adrian,” she moans, her hands sliding up my back, gripping me like she needs me closer, and deeper.
I brace myself above her, hips rolling in slow, steady strokes, letting her adjust, savoring the way she shakes beneath me. The perspiration slicking our skin as her walls pulse around me… it’s all too much, and yet, not enough.
“Harder, please,” she whispers, eyes heavy.
Jesus Christ.
Another groan escapes me, and I shift my hips forward, sinking deeper, drawing a cry from her lips. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
She tightens around me, her thighs clenching, her body pulling me in. Her hands are gripping my arms, her nails digging into my skin, grounding herself as I keep thrusting, harder now. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room.
“You take me so well,” I murmur, watching her face, needing to see every second of this. “You’re incredible.”
Breath stuttering, her thighs tremble against my sides. She’s close. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me, the way her body starts to quiver.
“Gonna make you come again.” I slam into her just right, angling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside of her.
She shatters with a cry, her whole body locking up, squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable. Her head falls back, mouth open, a moan breaking free as she pulses around me. “Adrian.”
The pleasure rips violently through my body.
“Amelia—” I bury myself inside her, shuddering through my orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, our bodies tangled, our hearts beating hard against each other. I can’t think, can barely breathe. That was… Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that. The way she felt around me, the sounds she made, it was like everything else just disappeared.
“You doing okay?”
She finally gives a blissed-out smile. “More than okay.”
I gently bring my lips to her damp forehead. “Yeah?”
She puffs out a breathless laugh. “Yeah.”
The only sounds in the room are our slowing breaths and the faint rustle of sheets as she shifts, curling further into me.
I pull the blanket over us, holding her against my side, my fingers tracing slow circles on her bare shoulder. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I inhale the faintly sweet scent of her. This is new to me, the whole wanting to hold a partner instead of finding an excuse to leave.
Her fingers trace mindlessly over my chest. She tilts her head up, meeting my gaze, her brown eyes still heavy, and her cheeks flushed. “That was… really good.”
I grin. “I’ll take ‘really good.’”
She laughs, soft and genuine, and it hits me right in the chest.
A quiet moment settles between us. The kind I wouldn’t normally let linger. But with her, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. It feels right.
Her fingers trail down my arm, slow and thoughtful. “You ever get scared?”
“Of what?”
“This.” She swallows. “Feeling something like this.”
I know what she means. It’s the kind of fear that comes when something is too good, too real.
Like if we acknowledge it, we might lose it.
And the thought of that, or worse, losing her, sends a panic through me.
I’ve already lost too much. My mom, my dad, my reputation.
I can’t imagine adding Amelia to that list. What scares me the most is how much I already need her, when I’ve spent so long convinced I was better off alone.
The more time I spend with her, the more I want to spend my time with her.
I tighten my hold on her, smoothing a hand down her back. “Yeah,” I admit. “But not enough to stop.”
She searches my face, and whatever she sees there must be enough, because she nods, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “I feel the same.”
I shift, rolling her beneath me just enough to steal another passionate kiss. One that says we’re not done yet.