33. Adam
Adam
O nce I see Emily turn out of the parking lot, I hurry back to my truck and head to the store. Although I had planned for her to come over, I didn’t expect it to be so soon. But I’m not one to complain.
Pulling into the Whole Foods parking lot, I grab a small cart and head to the butcher section. Picking out two slabs of steak that will cook perfectly on the grill, I make my way around the store to pick up more necessities: wine, vegetables, bread, and another bouquet of her favorite flowers.
When everything is paid for, I hightail it home. Placing the wine bottle in the fridge I get to marinating the steak with a dry rub, then pop them in the fridge.
Emily: Headed to you.
Me: See you soon.
I blow out a breath and wipe off my hands. I should not be nervous. I’ve had my tongue down her throat for crying out loud. But this is the first woman I’m having in my home. And that means something to me.
To take my mind off of my nerves, I head outside and sweep off the patio. Walking into the shed, I pull out the leaf blower and do an air-sweep of the cushions on the cabanas. When all of the fallen leaves, grass, and bugs are gone, I turn the pool lights and hit the switch for the waterfall that’s off to the side of the pool. Heading back inside, I jog upstairs to my bedroom and change into my swim trunks, making sure to put some sunscreen on.
My phone lights up from the security camera at the end of my driveway signaling a car. Checking the app, I see it’s Emily and grab the towels from the hall closet before heading to the door to meet her.
I hold in a laugh as her mouth hangs open at seeing my tattoos and piercings for the first time. I also have to take deep breaths to keep from sprouting a boner. She’s not in anything too revealing, but her legs are bare and it’s the first time I’m seeing her not fully clothed.
As she’s walking up the front steps, I survey her closer. The scent of sunscreen wafts towards me as a gust of wind ruffles her hair around her face.
“I like seeing your car in my driveway,” I speak out loud. If I didn’t care to save face I would puff my chest out.
“Funny. I like seeing you without a shirt,” she quips back.
I step aside to let her in my house. When I close the door it becomes even more real that she’s here.
I lead her towards the heart of the house, the kitchen that opens into the living room, and take her bag off of her shoulder.
“Adam, your home is beautiful,” Emily states as she continues to roam her eyes around the space.
I do my best to see my home through her eyes. My biggest goal was to make this home as inviting as possible with color splashed on the wall in the form of accent walls and art mixed with photos of Dylan and me decorating the space. It’s a place where I could raise my son as normal as possible and where he would want for nothing.
The living room is fitted with an oversized sectional, that’s seen better days. A coffee table that houses this morning's coffee and some of Dylan’s action-hero toys. It’s home.
“Thank you. Pool?”
Her eyes meet mine and I swear, it’s like I’ve never been with anyone that takes my breath away from a simple look. But she does.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Don’t you need to change?” I ask, unsure if she’s wearing her suit under her clothes.
Emily pops a hand on her hip. “What if I told you I swim nude?”
I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair. She flusters me and I refuse to let her know that. Although I doubt I’m fooling her. “Then I’ll be glad I don’t have neighbors so close to me.”
She shakes her head with a smile and turns towards the open door, crossing the threshold to my outdoor oasis. Shaking myself out of the trance she put me in, I gather our towels and follow after her. I drop our towels on a chaise lounge and turn on the radio. When I turn around, my mouth hangs open at the sight of Emily’s dress pooling around her feet.
Her bathing suit leaves little to the imagination. The dark blue of her suit is a strapless top and her bottoms showcase the very asset that’s taunted me from the beginning with the color of the suit bringing out the warm undertones of her skin, despite the colder months that plagued us.
“Do you trust that top of yours?” It’s a valid question.
“Do you trust those bottoms of yours?” Her gaze goes to my very defined crotch. And I love that we can volley like this.
“Not in the slightest,” I tell her.
Emily walks backward to the pool with a smirk on her face. “Well Mr. Montgomery, I for one think I need to cool off.”
She executes a perfect dive into the deep end of the pool. When she surfaces, she pushes her hair off of her face and searches for me before finding me still on land.
“Adam, get in the pool,” Emily demands.
Kicking my flip-flops to the side, I cannonball into the pool and the sound of her laughter hits me right as I go under. Opening my eyes under the surface, I swim to where she’s treading water.
My hands trail up her legs before I resurface to take in a much-needed breath. As I’m breaking the surface, she swiftly swims away from me. Indulging the playful side of her, I chase her until she slows down. Sinking under the water I snatch her leg and pull her back to me.
When we both come up for air, I greet and wrap my arms around her waist. “Hi.”
Her arms go around my shoulder and her legs go around my waist in return. “Hi. Anyone ever tell you how hot you are?”
“Sure,” I start and she narrows her eyes at me. “The line cooks tell me all the time.”
She tugs on my hair which in turn sends a jolt of awareness right to my cock. “You’re such a jokester.”
Lifting up on my torso she lays her body backward gracing me with a spectacular view. I let her enjoy the water of my pool and the weightless feeling that comes with submerging yourself.
“How were your summers as a kid spent?” Anything I can get to know from her, I’ll take it.
Her abs flex under the bright sunshine as she returns to an upright position. Her legs slide back down my torso and I swallow a groan when she lays her arms over my shoulders again.
“Honestly? My summers were spent either cooped up in our New York brownstone or I was left alone on some island while my parents worked in the office. It wasn’t until high school when I was making a life for myself that I told them to stop the pity invites. I was sixteen when I enjoyed my first true summer break.”
I twirl us around in the water and lower us further into the water to soothe the burn from the sun. And my heart hurts for the woman who never enjoyed the true freedom of summers. “Consider this me making it my goal to give you the best summer ever.”
“What all does that entail?” She questions.
I feel water falling down my back as Emily pours water on my drying hair. “The zoo is a top one.”
“Oh, of course. What else?”
“Carnivals.”
Her hand runs through my hair and I revel in the feel. “I have always wanted to ride on a Ferris Wheel.”
“Consider it done. Then we have amusement parks and water parks. Although the water park may be more Dylan’s speed.”
Her forehead scrunches. “How do we tell him?”
“Hold on,” I don’t answer her confused expression as I swim us over to the shallow end of the pool and walk us to a cabana.
I set her on the cushion next to me and pull a leg across my lap.
“I haven’t dated anyone since my divorce,” I confess.
She rears her head back. “No one? So you’ve been…”
“I didn’t say that,” I try and fail to hide my smile but it still manages to slip out. “But it’s been about two years since the last.”
“What a pair we are.” Emily muses.
I lift an eyebrow and she nods at my silent question.
“As for how we tell Dylan, maybe I should do it first? I don’t know any other way to do it.”
When I started dating I never thought it would be with his former teacher. So trying to explain to a six-year-old that I’m dating his teacher is a conversation I’m not exactly looking forward to.
“Hey,” she moves closer and slides her hand into my hair. I wait a breath and look over at her. “We don’t have to decide right away. But if I do remember, you said once I was done with school everyone would know I’m yours. So maybe we just play it by ear before flaunting all over the city.”
Nodding my head absentmindedly I focus on her calling us a ‘we’ and decide that Emily is right. I need to ease Dylan into my dating again. He barely knows his Mom, and I’m wary that any woman I bring around he’ll get overly attached to her.
“Deal. And where does this put us?”
Emily gets up and straddles my lap. “Well, first we get to know each other a lot better. You know? See if we’re absolutely compatible.” She tugs on my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck.
My hands slide up her toned thighs and roughly grip her waist, “What else?” My voice comes out like I swallowed a bag of sand and my heart thuds so hard in my chest I fear she can feel the effect she has on me.
Her tongue trails a path from the hollow of my neck, ending her ascent by dipping her tongue in my ear and I can’t stop the shivers that roll through my body. “We both end our dry spell over and over.”
I move before I can overthink, I flip our positions and lay her on the chaise lounge. Fusing my mouth to hers, her legs wrap around my waist and I grab one, pulling it higher around my waist and grinding my cock into her heat. The moan she lets out is music to my ears. My tongue traces the seam of her lips begging for entrance. She opens easily and yep, the moan that comes from her when our tongues tangle is a sound I want to hear on repeat forever.
My hips push into her center and she breaks the kiss to let in a ragged breath. I take advantage of trailing my lips down her body and press open-mouth kisses to her clavicle and the tops of her breasts. Her hands weave through my hair as I worship her body with my mouth.
I trail my hands down her body, feeling the goosebumps pebble her skin. My hands stop at the waistband of her bottoms and I wait for her permission.
“Yes.” She breathes out.
Leaning on one arm, I pull her bottoms down and off her body leaving her exposed in the afternoon light. I trace the divots of her stomach with my fingertips and create an invisible path to where she’s bare for me. Our mouths connect again right as her legs fall open and her chest heaves as I trace everywhere but the spot she wants me at most.
She rips her mouth from mine to protest but is cut off when I circle her clit with my finger and dip into her opening. My tongue enters her mouth at the same speed as my finger pushes in slowly to her channel. I swallow down her moans as I collect her juices on my finger and pull out to play with her clit.
Her hand slides up to tangle in my hair. Pulling on the strands when I find that spot that makes her moan. The sound of her moan has me grinding on her leg to alleviate the pressure.
Adding a second finger, the whimper she makes almost has me coming on the spot. I groan into her mouth and our tongues slide together in a sensual dance that makes me lose my mind. Her hips lift to meet my fingers and I feel her walls tightening, a sign that she’s getting closer.
“I feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” I pant heavily against her lips. “Sucking them in. Not letting me move. Does my girl need to come?”
Emily’s whine travels up her throat. “Yes. God yes.”
“Fingers or tongue?”
“Both. Tongue.” She makes a point to push me off and down her body.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, making it a point to wrap my arms around her thighs and open her up to me. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal and her scent is enough to drive me to insanity.
Taking a swipe through her opening has me swearing as I taste her for the first time. The quiver and moan that Emily releases is my go-ahead sign. My tongue plunges into her opening, drinking up her essence as the sound of her pants and moans only grow louder. I rub her clit with my thumb and she pushes her pussy into my face, as if I need more convincing to eat her like a man starved.
“Adam, more,” she pleads as she squirms under the assault of my tongue and fingers.
I suck her clit into my mouth and push two fingers inside her channel. Curling as I pump them in and out. Adding a third until she’s deliciously full of me. I flutter my tongue against her clit and alternate with stiff swipes. My fingers curl and rub against her g spot. Her body stiffens and I look up to see her jaw slack with a silent scream.
Her inner walls spasm as she floods my hand with her release. I lap up every drop of her cum and work her through until she’s completely spent.
Pulling my fingers out of her I suck them into my mouth to clean them off. I crawl up her body, placing open mouth kisses on her chest and neck. Before pushing the hair off of her face and falling to the side of her body. I could look at her content gaze all day long if it meant the outside world didn’t exist.
“You’re good,” Emily says when she finally comes to.
“You taste pretty good too,” I tell her even though it’s far from what she was getting at.
I reach down and pull her bottoms back up her body. She looks at me like she sees more than a summer with me. Like what we’ve been doing the past few months has the possibility to be a permanent thing between us. And as I unflinchingly gaze back at her I realize the permanence doesn’t terrify me.
She’s the first to make my heart stutter when she enters a room. As long as it’s taken us to get to this place, I realize I never want to leave it.