Chapter 59 Adrian
ADRIAN
“I can’t believe this works,” Sonya says after she slides into position.
I’m propped against the headboard of her bed. The one she brought down from the wall. We’re on it, and I’m lifting her ass up, so it reaches my face. So I can part her thighs and bury my mouth against the delicious folds of her wet pussy.
She’s bent downwards in the other direction and tracing the curve of my cock with her tongue.
Our height difference doesn’t stand a fucking chance when she’s a ballerina, and when I can hold her up like this.
Not that we’re thinking about logistics right now. I can’t string together a full sentence if I tried. The soft, wet heat of her mouth is on my cock. I’m not going to survive this. I’m so done.
Her mouth owns me, and so does her pussy. “You… You taste so fucking good…”
I’m licking and sucking her like I’ve been starved forever for another taste, because I have been.
“Don’t stop, Adrian.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I groan. I’m flicking her clit back and forth with the top of my tongue. Sonya writhes in my hands as I pin her legs open.
“I… I’m so close,” she gasps. Her spine arches.
Thank fuck.
Because I’m about to lose it. My hips shake as I struggle not to thrust too deep into her mouth.
Not that Sonya is taking it easy on me. She’s accepting as much as the curve in my cock allows, sliding me deeper between her lips, sinking another inch.
“God…you’re such a good girl for me.” I suction harder on her clit. “Do you know that?”
“M-More,” she begs.
I pick up my speed, and ramble as many filthy praises that I can manage.
“That’s it, good girl…just like that.” My voice is rough, muffled, uneven.
“Such a messy—sweet pussy.” I can’t stop.
Every moan she lets out pushes the tension lower, tighter, until it coils at the base of my spine like it’s about to snap.
“…doing such a good job…never going to get enough…mine…baby…”
Sonya clenches her thighs around my face and screams as she comes. Her reaction sends heat rippling through me, and my mind begins to splinter faster. I buckle.
“About to come,” I warn Sonya, trying to shift, so she can lift her mouth off as the last waves of her orgasm chase her.
She doesn’t let me.
When I flood her mouth, she drinks every last drop.
A noise of pure anguish and joy leaves my chest. I’m shaking as I reach down and bring her around, so she’s flipped. So I can kiss her.
Our tongues dance for a while.
After I press a kiss to her shoulder and slip out of bed. I grab a towel, run it under warm water, and come back to clean her up gently. Then I hand her a glass of water, brushing her hair back as she drinks it.
The neon glow of the clock on her wall tells me I have less than three hours before I have to leave for my flight.
That might seem like a lot of time. It’s not.
I want to stay with her forever. Going back into bed and gathering her into my arms. Her body nestles against mine. I’m mumbling more praises and telling her that she doesn’t know what she does to me, how perfect she is, that I’m so happy and will do anything she wants me to.
“Hey, Adrian?”
She’s whispering.
“Yeah, darling?”
“You might as well stay.”
I’m smiling into her shoulder. “Okay.”
“And…in Edmonton…you better take care of yourself,” she mutters. “Or I’m going to be really mad at you.”
Exuberant warmth blooms large in my chest. “Baby, I’m going to miss you, too.”
Her face hides in the crook of my neck. “That’s not what I said.”
I laugh, not surprised. I know she still won’t admit that she’s falling for me like I’ve already fallen for her.
Not in so many words. Not yet. But I feel it in how she holds onto me, like she doesn’t want to let go.
And I’m in no rush to pressure her. Let her take her time.
I’ll wait. Because when she finally says it?
I know it’ll be real, and I can’t fucking wait.
I nuzzle the top of her head, chuckling. “I’ll do all the missing for both of us. Add it to my list of talents that you’ll never get from anyone else.”
She snorts, and I feel her mouth curving against my skin. That almost smile that wants to break free. The classic Sonya that I love. “You’re lucky that I’m too tired to argue. Now go to sleep. You have an early flight.”
She’s giving me orders, but her tone is loaded with warmth and affection.
I laugh again, then sigh as quiet settles around us like a blanket. Her breathing starts to slow, and mine does too.
She’s warm and still in my arms, and I figure this is it. We’re done talking for the night. I start letting myself drift.
And then, just when I’m almost asleep, she shifts again, barely a whisper of movement.
“…I’ll miss you too.”
It’s so quiet I almost wonder if I imagined it.
But I don’t.
And that one tiny sentence hits harder than anything else tonight. My chest tightens. I don’t say a word, because I don’t want to spook her. I just hold her like she’s already part of me.
Because she is.