36. Emily
Emily
T he steam from the bath along with the scent of essential oils mixed with the mountain of bubbles on the surface of the water, relaxes me into euphoria. Adam brought up our phones and the second bottle of wine while the water filled the tub.
I feared there would be awkwardness after what we did on the couch. But after those moments with him, where it was us and nothing more between us, I want more. More secret moments that no one else is privy to.
Adam runs his fingers up and down my arms. The action brings goosebumps to my arms despite the heat from the water.
“What are you thinking?” He asks, breaking the silence.
I turn my face into his neck. Ghosting a kiss at his pulse point and inhaling the scent that’s all Adam mixed with eucalyptus from the oils. “How I like these moments between us.”
“Me too, baby.” Adam places a kiss on my forehead. “Tell me about your friends.”
I lean my head back on his shoulder and dive into my world. “I’ve known Kamryn since I was fourteen. I actually met her through James. She’s a fashion designer. Scratch that, she’s an extremely successful fashion designer. And she just got back together with her ex, Mason Brooks.”
“Woah. She’s dating the Bengals new quarterback?”
“Mm-hmm. I take it you’re a football fan too?”
Adam links our fingers together and I feel the excitement coursing through him. “The NFL package comes in handy at the restaurant. Man, Dylan will freak when he finds out.”
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to show off.”
“I know.” His arms wrap around my middle, pulling me closer to him. “What about your other friends?”
“Sarah was roommates with Kamryn at CSU. She’s become someone very important to me in the time we’ve become friends. Sarah is feisty and blunt, but she’s also sensitive. She works in PR and always complains about the athletes who get themselves in hot water. And Jax is Kamryn’s younger sister. She runs a YouTube channel that does extremely well and helps Kam on the marketing side of her brand.”
I felt a hum low in his throat. “You’ve surrounded yourself with driven women.”
“Not only that but they’ve seen me at my lowest. When I couldn’t get out of bed they were there to get some food in my system.”
“I’m glad you have them.”
“Me too.” I kiss the top of his hand and relax into his body. The afternoon sun slowly fades beyond the tree line of the dense forest giving way to, what’s looking to be, a clear night. Adam was right when I eyed this tub like it was candy. It’s a great place to relax and decompress.
Movement rouses me from my ultra-relaxed state.
“We need to get out of the tub before we turn into raisins.”
“Okay,” I relent and scoot forward so Adam can get out of the tub first.
I watch him dry off his body of art before he turns and holds out a towel for me. Our teasing smirks are that of playfulness and mischief. When I’m standing, with water sliding down my body like a waterfall, I hold my arms out to the side and wait for the towel to envelope me. I don’t miss the heated glare as Adam dries off my body. It gives me a thrill that we’re equally affected by our baring it all to the other.
“So Dylan’s Mom hasn’t tried to reach out?”
We’re lying in his bed with the TV on at a low volume. After we both dried off from the bath and got dressed, hunger struck so Adam whipped up a grilled cheese for us to share. Conversation has steadily flowed. But neither of us has felt the need to disrupt the silence when it hits.
He shakes his head. “I wish more than anything she wanted a relationship with him. Me, I could deal with her leaving. But Dylan? He’s just a kid that needs his Mom.”
“Moms are important.” I never had the classic mother-daughter bond that Kamryn and her Mom had. It’s one thing I was jealous of her for having.
“This is not me telling or even asking you to fill that role.”
“I know,” I reassure him that I never fathomed that thought to cross my mind. With as confident as we both are with our relationship progressing, that line will eventually be erased and allow me to cross over to it. “No chance she would ever pop in? Is it ever something you worried about?”
“Every day for the last six years. But I’ve given up hope that she’ll ever come back for Dylan.”
Leaning back into the mountain of pillows, I survey his face. The light from the TV dances across his features. “What happens if she does?”
It’s not that I’m even considering the option of running. I have no idea of the way they left things. Does she still love Adam? Does Adam, deep down, still love her? Has she changed her mind about having kids? Where would that leave me if the answer to all were a yes?
Adam looks over at me and adjusts himself to where his head is in my lap and his arms are wrapped around my waist. My hands automatically go to his hair. The brown strands soft to the touch as I run my fingers through his hair. His body deflating at the touch gives me an ego boost I didn’t know I needed.
“I haven’t given much thought to what would happen if she came back. She signed over her rights when she served me with divorce papers. And that was that.”
“Selfishly I’m now glad that she did. Because then we wouldn’t have met.” I murmur so low I don’t think he heard me.
“Silver linings, baby.” His response doesn’t need a retort from me.
We stay twined in bed, letting mindless TV prove to be an excellent backdrop. When Adam’s breathing gets deeper, signaling to me that he’s fallen asleep, I let my mind wander to five years in the future. To the day we can walk down the street, hand-in-hand, and not have the whispers of me being his son's teacher. I imagine the future until sleep takes me too.
“Yes, Adam,” I moan out.
This is the hottest dream I’ll probably ever have. His tongue spears my pussy. Eating like I’m the only thing around to satiate his burning hunger.
“Does that feel good baby? My tongue in your cunt?” His husky voice asks.
I flinch, waking myself out of a dream that’s not a dream. Adam is buried beneath the covers fucking my pussy with his tongue. “Fuck, Adam.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Is what he asks as the heat from his breath hits my clit.
“Don’t you dare.”
“That’s my girl.”
Adam dives back in. His mouth suctions to my opening as his hands travel up under the sweatshirt I’m still wearing. His thumbs circle over my nipples with the lightest of pressure as his tongue dips into my entrance. My hands grip his hair, holding his mouth to me as I chase my release.
“Adam,” I breathe out.
“Come for me, baby.” He demands.
Proving I’m weak to his demand as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. Adam works me through my high as if he’s done it a thousand times. When the last of my orgasm has faded, Adam shimmies up the bed. My legs cradle him as his lips meet mine in a searing kiss.
The taste of me lingers on his tongue and all it does is turn me on. My legs wrap around his waist. Holding him to me.
I take control of the kiss and flip our positions. Adam grinds his boxer-covered erection into my pussy.
“Ride me,” Adam says between kisses.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down his body. Dipping my tongue into the hollow of his neck as my hands roam over his torso. Paying attention to the hitch in his breath when I swipe my thumbs over his nipples the same way he did me.
His hands go under my arms and pull me back up so we’re at eye level. “Don’t tease me, Em.” His tongue licks at my bottom lip as we’re both panting. The smell of sex is the only scent in the room. “I want my cock buried so deep in you. I want your cunt to squeeze my dick so hard I lose consciousness. I want my cum leaking out of you. Ride me. And don’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”
If it’s possible to orgasm with just words, Adam mastered it.
My lips fall to his. His mouth opens and our tongues meet and dance as I pull his boxers down. My body shifts forward, our kiss never breaking, as Adam takes his boxers off the rest of the way.
Lifting up, I circle my hand around his length, his breath hissing out in the process. I tease my entrance with the head of his cock. My insides tense at the almost intrusion.
“Put it in, baby. Put my cock inside of you,” Adam says through clenched teeth.
With another swipe of the head through my arousal, I line him up at my entrance and slowly lower. Inch by agonizing inch as his cock stretches me. Gaining entrance to my body is his sole focus. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me steady as I slowly sink down on him, letting me set the pace as my body adjusts to the angle and intrusion.
Adam’s hands grip my waist so hard I know I’ll have bruises.
Placing my hands on the headboard, I lift my hips and watch as his cock is exposed before slamming back down.
“Ride me, Em.”
My hips move with their own rhythm. Lifting and swiveling, chasing my own high. Taking my own pleasure.
“Just like that, baby.” Adam praises.
It’s like the praise went right to my clit. “You feel so good.”
I place my hands right next to his head and drop my lips to his. Our tongues tangle as my hips move on top of his length. Adam takes hold of my hips, keeping them steady, as he pounds up into me. Gripping his hair and moaning into his mouth as my orgasm rolls into me. My toes curl as I fall off the orgasmic cliff. Adam pounds into me three more times until I feel the warmth of his release. My hips move slowly as I work us both down.
Our lips never break as we reach the peak.
Adam flips our position and I wrap a leg around his waist as he moves his semi-hard cock inside of me.
This.
Us taking it slow.
How we started is a metaphor to how we end the night.