Chapter 37
Adrian
I grab her hand and pull her onto my lap, bringing her body flush against mine. My hands grip her hips to keep her close.
She smiles. “What do you want?”
“I think you already know.”
Her lips part slightly, teasing. “Then take me. Right here. Outside.”
I love it when she’s like this: bold and unapologetic. It’s my kryptonite. Her hands slide up my shoulders as she straddles my thighs, shifting over the hard length of my cock beneath my jeans. Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Take your top off. I want to see you,” I grunt, trying to gain control.
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then make me.”
She moans softly, dragging her fingers over my chest as she peels her top off. I watch, captivated, as her bare skin is revealed, her perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes.
“You’re incredible,” I breathe, my hands already on her, palming her soft breasts, feeling her tight nipples in my hands.
I brush my thumbs over them, then lean in, taking one into my mouth. She gasps, arching her back, offering herself to me. I groan against her skin, tasting, sucking, savoring.
“Yes… feels so good,” she breathes.
Her hips grind against me, and I can feel the heat of her even through my jeans.
My self-control falls as she squirms, her whimpers filling the silent air.
Moving to her other breast, I graze her nipple between my teeth, sucking gently until she moans.
Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging, and I glance up and take her in my mouth again.
Her body rocks against me, desperate, needy. So fucking needy.
“Take your pants off. Now.”
She slips off my lap, and her legs are shaky, but I steady her as she pushes her pants down. I reach for my belt, but she beats me to it, dropping to her knees.
“Let me,” she whispers, undoing my belt and pulling my cock free. Her lips part as she strokes me, her touch soft, teasing. I suck in deep breaths through my nose, trying to restrain myself.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Her hand tightens around my cock, stroking slowly, making my breath hitch. But I don’t let her tease me for long. Gripping her hips, I pull her back into my lap, my fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her wet. “Is this for me?”
“Always,” she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders as I slide two fingers inside her.
“Fuck my hand, beautiful,” I tell her. “Show me how much you want this.”
She moans, rocking against my fingers, her breath coming faster. “Adrian, Oh, God.” She tips her head back, exposing her neck. I lean forward to kiss her throat, tasting her, feeling every tremor as I push another finger inside her. She clamps down on me, but I don’t stop as her thighs tremble.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I rasp.
She nods, body tightening, but before she can fall over the edge, I pull my fingers out.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers, eyes wide.
“As much as I want to feel you come on my hand, I’d rather you come on my dick.”
She shudders. “Both? Pleeease. Can I do both?”
“Fuck. With that begging, how can I say no?”
I slide my fingers back inside her, and the whimper she lets out nearly undoes me.
Her hips rock to meet my hand, greedy and desperate, and my pulse hammers in response.
She throws her head back, chasing the orgasm.
My cock strains against my jeans painfully hard.
Not when she’s falling apart for me. “Adrian.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” I run my eyes all over every inch of her body, loving the way her skin flushes post orgasm. “But now I need you.”
As the words leave my mouth, her hand grabs me.
“Fucking hell,” I groan as she spreads my pre-cum over the tip.
I shift her to grab my wallet from my jeans, and she takes over, pulling out a condom, ripping it open with her teeth. The way she rolls it over my cock perfectly makes me lose control.
“Now,” I growl. “Ride me.”
She flashes me a wicked look as she straddles me again, positioning herself over my length.
My gaze drops to where we become one as she slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch.
There’s a softness in her that pulls tight in my chest. It’s not just sex anymore.
It’s her choosing me, fully and completely.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “So tight. So perfect.”
When I'm all the way in, she starts to move, rocking her hips, and I grip her waist, guiding her. We find a rhythm, and each roll of her body sends pleasure rocketing through me. I hold back, wanting her to come with me, but she suddenly pulls away.
“Where the hell are you going?”
She doesn’t answer, just turns around and settles back over me, guiding me inside her once more.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping her hips. “You look gorgeous like this.”
As she moves, her breath shakes. I reach around, finding her clit, rubbing slow, hard circles until she cries out.
“I’ve never fucked like this,” I admit. “Never outside. But with you… this is heaven.”
Her body tightens, her moans turning desperate. I thrust up into her, deeper, harder.
“You gonna come for me?” I grunt against her back.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Good girl.” I grip her hips, driving into her as her body clenches tight around me. The slap of our skin fills the air, the heat of her surrounding me, dragging me over the edge with her.
We come together, her name a growl on my lips as I orgasm. She collapses on top of me, breathing hard, her skin damp with sweat. Loving the way she feels on top of me, like she can lean on me, and she knows I’ve got her.
I kiss her shoulder. “You okay?”
She nods, shifting slightly.
I don’t let her move away. Keeping her close, I gently adjust her so she’s facing me, still wrapped in the afterglow. I hold her tighter, grounding myself in her touch, then slowly rise, lifting her into my arms.
“I dreamed of having coffee here,” I murmur. “But fucking you? That might be the best thing to ever happen.”
She smiles, a little dazed, and I just want to hold on to this moment forever.