Chapter 66 Sonya
SONYA
“You’re such a good girl.” His voice is completely gravelly. “Such a good girl for even trying.”
“Find a way to go deeper. I need more, Adrian.”
His hands fist the sheets beside my head. “Take this for now. I want to give your pussy a chance, love. Let’s get you used to it for a while, then I’ll fuck you properly.”
His thrusts are shallow and controlled, stroking in and out of that initial part of me. Just this much and my nerves are on fire. I can’t speak properly. All that’s coming out is this mumbled incantation. “More, more, more…”
I have no idea how I’ll take it all, but the friction is heaven, and I trust Adrian like I trust nobody else. He’s going to figure it out for us. I’m surrendering to him.
There’s a feral look in his eyes, his features a mix of want and worship. “You want more? Get on all fours, baby.”
Adrian pulls himself out and I’m complaining, empty again.
“I know,” he soothes me, while flipping me over. I rise but I’m shaking, already so spent. Adrian’s arm comes around and his hand splays across my lower abdomen. A heavy bar of support. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold you up. I’ll always take care of you.”
The length of his cock teases my clit. He’s running his shaft up and down, across it. I’m shaking harder, pleasure making dots dance behind my eyes. “I need you.”
“Fuck, Sonya, I need you.” He pushes back inside me, trailing kisses down my spine with each inch that goes in. It’s better than before. He’s right. This works. I can swivel my hips and take his curve. All the way in, until his hips are flush against my skin.
We both groan.
“I’m never taking this for granted,” Adrian promises. “I swear to you, baby. I’ll do anything for you to keep me.”
I don’t get a chance to answer, because he starts to fuck me.
Earnestly, in and out, stretching me in ways I never thought possible.
His thick cock coming into me at different angles.
I touch my clit. Now we’re both moving. Him forward, me pushing back, and his hand reaches around and takes over rubbing my clit.
As if every reason I have to feel this good has to come from him.
He has to fill me and strum my nerve endings.
I’m his. Like he said would happen, he’s reminding me.
You’re mine, baby.
I fall apart, as if thrown from a great height.
My senses explode, fragmenting, walls clamping down on him.
I see nothing. It’s all white. All I can feel is Adrian tightening his hold, keeping me up as he keeps going.
His long strokes, pushing into my pussy, so deeply that even if it can’t be possible, it’s as if I’m getting transformed from the inside to fit his cock perfectly.
I can’t believe he can keep going.
Still recovering from my aftershocks, I muster enough, waning strength to look over my shoulder.
I’ve never seen him make a face like this…
Eyes almost shut, only a sliver of cerulean left.
Brighter than all the cozy shadows growing around us, enveloping the room.
Face completely flushed. He’s snarling and whimpering, somehow neither and somehow both.
As if being inside me is bliss, and a mind fuck, and has pulled him down to a cellular level.
Adrian catches me looking. Mid-stroke, he scoops me up and repositions us, so he’s against the headboard and I’m on his lap, facing him.
I guess it works this way, he can shift to another position while he stays inside me. He teases a hand between my legs, where we’re joined together.
I clench, tipping my head back. “Why did you stop moving?”
“I’m checking,” he says, his voice frayed. “Are you—” He breathes in. “Am I making this good for you?”
“Hey, Adrian?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s my turn. To make it good for you, baby.”
He very nearly comes, his hands spasming on my body. “You called me baby, Sonya?
I’m using the power of my legs, lifting myself up and down his cock.
Our rhythm building, flesh meeting flesh, Adrian’s moans spilling freely.
Shifting forward, I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his impossibly soft hair.
A light sheen of sweat beads on his forehead as his blue eyes lower and watch me ride him.
“Oh god, you feel so good,” he chokes out, his eyes glassy as his fingernails dig into my hips. “I’m g-going to lose it.”
“Lose it.”
He does and the sounds leaving his mouth are incoherent nonsense. And when he finishes, the feel of his release gushing into me, tips me over. A shallower orgasm that feels so incredibly good, leaving me breathless like I’m lofting through the air.
Afterwards, cradled in his arms, we’re kissing each other and kissing some more. It’s going to be the kind of night where neither of us sleeps properly for too long, because we won’t want to.
We have sex again, momentarily rest speechlessly, then whisper to each other while we recover for a while longer. These bantering whispers.
“I want you in my mouth,” I demand.
“Be my good girl first. I’m licking your pussy.”
“Adrian.”
“Sonya!”
Fingers interlaced. More confessions.
“When you come into a room,” I try and articulate.
“When you grumble at me,” he tries to explain.
“When you say nothing and just smile,” I argue.
All half-sentences, unfinished. Mine more than his. He can say what he feels way more openly than I can, but I’m trying to show him. That I can’t be without him. If I’m his, he’s also mine.