15. Adrian
15
ADRIAN
“Your lips taste like heaven,” I rasp as the door rebounds, closing solidly behind us.
“And yours—” Ellas gasps, struggling against me as I lick the length of her neck and then retrace the line with my lips. “Make me feel hotter than hell.”
I smile against her damp skin, her pulse throbbing against my lips.
“Maybe an ice bath in holy water is in order then.”
I slide my hands along her sides, silky smooth against my fingertips as I kiss the crook of her neck. I should apologize for what I’m going to do to her dress. To her damn body. But I’m not. And I’m sure this dress will be the last thing on her mind once I’m done with her.
“So long as you join me.”
“Anything you want, baby. It’s yours.”
I can’t get enough of her taste. Her scent. Every little noise she makes as I kiss her neck. Her chest. The way she grips me, urging me on.
“I want you, Adrian. You’re all I want.”
I pause, fingers toying with her neckline. I won’t be able to get this dress off fast enough.
“You have me. You’ve always had me.”
Ella stares at me with watery, wide eyes. Opens her mouth, but I swallow her words with my lips. My tongue enters her hot little mouth as I slide my hands down her back, cupping her perfect ass. Fuck me if her body isn’t perfection.
I grip the back of her legs, lifting her off the ground as she wraps herself around me. The vase on the landing table crashes to the ground as I make room for Ella. A metal bowl follows it, clanging and banging as she giggles against my lips. But once her ass lands on the wood, she’s moaning all over again as I deepen our kiss. My hands roam all over her body, cupping, squeezing, feeling every delicious inch of her. I need her. Crave her more than anything.
It’s been nothing short of torturous swallowing these urges from the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve never felt utterly consumed by another person. And now that Ella opened the floodgates, there’s no going back. There’s no way to bottle this up again.
She’s so fucking sweet. So fucking perfect. So. Fucking. Mine.
Her fingers dig into my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I could kiss Ella forever and never tire of it. Her lips are so soft, and that fucking tongue. Can’t wait to feel it stroking my cock.
She gasps when I finally break our seal.
I pull away so I can get a better look at the beautiful angel in front of me, but she doesn’t make it easy, her hands gripping me. Pulling me back. Begging for more. I can hardly breathe as I take in her.
I swipe a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Gorgeous.”
Her blush deepens, her gaze dropping momentarily before meeting mine again.
“My. Gorgeous. Ella.”
It elicits another smile. Another tight shake of her head. A tighter grip on my body.
“I love how my name sounds on your lips.” Her voice is wispy. Delicate. Sensual .
“And I love how you taste on mine.”
I slide my fingers against my beautiful girl’s lips, her eyes fluttering closed. It’s a miracle that I’m not on top of her now. Shredding her dress. The urges come in fits and bursts, but I want to savor every moment I have with Ella. Extend this night and our time together for as long as possible.
Ella writhes as I kiss her, exploring the rest of her body with my lips.
“I want you.” Kiss. Nip. “I need you.” Lick.
She grabs a fistful of my hair, releasing only when I move lower.
“Shame this dress is still on.” I tug at the fabric with my teeth.
“I was thinking the same thing. Should I remove it?”
I glance up at her as she tunnels her fingers through my hair.
“Not yet.” I kiss her belly through the fabric. Rub my face against her as I move ever lower. “I’ll wait until you beg me.”
Ella sighs harshly. “I’d never.”
I pause at the junction between her legs, kissing her softly once. And then once more, stopping when I hear her moan.
“We’ll see,” I rasp as I grab the bottom of her dress and yank, bunching it around her waist and revealing her perfect legs, heels still on, dangling.
Her lacy black panties. Fuck. Taking it slow might not be on the table. But Ella’s pussy is, and I’m going to have my fill.
I kiss her inner thighs as I slide a hand beneath her underwear, tearing them off her like paper and revealing a perfect, glistening pussy.
“Already wet.” It comes out harshly. Reflexively as I admire it, wondering if it tastes as decadent as it looks.
“And you’re already hard,” she mutters, biting her lip as her knee nudges my cock.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.”
I grip the edge of the table as I shut my eyes, groaning when I open them. A single nudge damn near sent me over the edge. A soft touch from her fingertip could ruin me.
“Have been from the moment you slipped this dress on.”
Her eyes burn into mine, softening when she smiles.
“Must’ve been a rough wedding for you. You know you should see a doctor if they last that long.”
I swallow.
“I’d rather see you. I think you could help.”
A few beats pass. “I might be able to.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“What do you propose?” Her voice is soft and sweet, but what I’m thinking is anything but.
I’m thinking about bending her over that couch next to us, collecting her hair in my fist, and making her mine. Again and again. Marking her ass with my palm. Marking her body with my teeth. Marking her damn womb with my seed.
Jesus. These thoughts are becoming unhinged. She’s making me unhinged.
“You could slide it in here,” Ella says sweetly, stroking herself. “I know it sounds crazy, but it might do the trick.”
I snatch her hand without thinking, holding it in front of me as her eyes flare, fixed on mine. Fear? Uncertainty? Arousal? All of the above? I don’t know.
“Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you. I’m in charge of your pleasure tonight.”
It takes her a few moments to respond.
“This is the Adrian I remember. Demanding. Intimidating…”
I slide her fingers into my mouth and suck, savoring her taste. In and out. Making sure I don’t leave a drop.
“Sexy,” she finally breathes, gasping as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed in a heap.
She exhales loudly, smiling widely as her eyes flare open, fixed on mine. Her dress slips down, covering her as she moves backward.
“Take it off,” I growl. “I need to see you.”
“I thought you wanted me to beg.”
I press my knee into the bed, the mattress dipping as I climb on. “You know I’m always up to renegotiate.”
“And so am I. So…” she begins. “I’ll take it off… so long as you do.” She traces a lazy circle in the air around me.
“You strike a hard bargain.”
“Uh-huh,” she mutters, giggling as she rubs my cock with the top of her foot.
I snatch her ankle, biting down hard on my lip as my cock pulses. “This is the side of Ella I’ve always wanted to see.”
“Oh? Not this side?” She rotates, lying face down on the bed as she pulls her dress up and bares her perfect ass.
“Fuck me…” It comes out rough and gravelly, dragged from my throat as I stare at those soft, fleshy mounds and a tight little hole that’s begging to be filled.
“I will if you— ohfuuuck! ”
All semblance of control crumbles as I bury my face in Ella, lapping, sucking, devouring her as she moans, writhing against me.
“Wh-what are you…” Ella’s moans swallow the rest of her sentence as she weakly pushes the mattress, inching away.
I slide an arm under her, hooking her legs and pulling her closer as I devour her pussy, my face slick with her arousal. Grunting. Growling. She’s unleashed the beast inside me, and it’s not going to stop until it gets its fill.
Again and again, she whimpers. “So good. Fuck.” Another long moan tears through her throat as she reaches for my head, fingers toying with my hair. She doesn’t need to tell me she’s close. I can feel it. Hear it. I can fucking taste it.
“Need you to come, sweet girl.” I dive back in sucking and licking. Sucking and licking and I can’t stop. I can’t get enough. “Fucking come for me,” I bellow into her pussy, riveting her in place with my hands and mouth, ensuring I won’t take another breath until she comes.
I’ll fucking suffocate before I stop.
But it doesn’t come to that. My girl’s orgasm crashes through her as she thrashes against the bed, screaming my name and urging me on until I finally pull away, my hands coming down harshly on her pert ass.
My cock is begging to be released, threatening to bust through my fly, as I stare down at my girl writhing beneath me, a molten mess melting into the mattress. I grip her ass, sliding my hands down her thighs, admiring perfection as she watches me over her shoulder, eyes glassy, cheeks crimson, breath coming to her in fits and bursts.
“That was… that…” She can barely speak. Guess I’m rusty. She should be speechless or speaking in tongues when I’m through with her.
But there’s still time yet. We’ve just begun, and there’s no way we’re sleeping tonight.
“Never tasted anything so…” Ella moans as I slide a finger across her wet opening, drenching it in her before taking it into my mouth. “Decadent. I can die happy now that I’ve had a taste.”
She smiles, head dipping into the mattress as she laughs softly. “That’s a first. But Adrian, “ she says, glancing back at me. “I much prefer you alive. So don’t go dying on me now. Especially since I haven’t helped you with your little…” She clears her throat. “ Big predicament.”
Again she nudges my cock, and again, I’m seeing stars as I seal my eyes, gripping her ankle in my hand.
“I think we should revisit my proposal.”
She’s fighting my grip, trying her best to rub my cock. Naughty fucking girl. My fucking girl.
“I think you need to get out of that dress.” Each word comes out gruffly. Thick with my need to claim Ella’s pussy. I’ve wanted this. Needed this.
“I could use some help.”
She pushes against the mattress until she’s sitting next to me, unhooking something at the side before unzipping. She stares at me silently, raising her arms, and then I pull the dress over her head, damn near having a heart attack when I see what’s underneath.
“Fuuuuuuck….”
Her tits. Her body. Her… everything is perfect. I swear I must be dreaming because I couldn’t imagine anything more painfully beautiful than Ella.
She looks at me, pleased with herself as she repositions herself on the bed. “Your turn.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice as I tear at my buttons, ripping a couple of them off because my fingers are shaking from adrenaline, knowing that this goddess is about to be laid out before me.
“Look at you, Ella. So perfect.” I can’t take my eyes off her. “Leave ‘em on,” I gust when she attempts to remove her heels.
“Okay, but you need to keep going. I need to see if that magazine feature lives up to the— yes… ” She sighs, long and hard as I toss my shirt aside. “Yes. It. Does.” She drags a finger down my abs, smiling and giddy before meeting my gaze again.
I unbuckle my belt and then remove everything except for my boxer briefs, tented by my cock. Ella’s mouth drops, but she closes it a few moments later. “I said…” she begins, trying to act unperturbed, “keep going.”
I shake my head. “I want you to take them off.”
She glances at my bulge, biting down on her lip before staring back at me. “But what’s the fun in that?” Ella mutters to herself as she looks back down, reaching for my cock and stroking it through my underwear.
“Fuuuuuck,” I rasp, gripping Ella’s hair as she continues to stroke me, the most devious look I’ve ever seen gracing her face. “Ella,” I moan as she grips me hard, tugging, thumbing the growing wet spot.
“Off,” I growl, gripping her tighter. “Take them off.”
But Ella keeps stroking me, leaning forward to kiss the head of my cock, already soaked—even more when her tongue swipes across it.
Jesus.
I’m not even inside Ella, and I’m on the verge of coming. Who could’ve known such a sweet girl could possess such a devilish mouth? Teasing me with her lips. Tasting me with her tongue. Moaning and gripping. Moaning and— ffuuuuuuck!
I thrust my hand into her hair, pulling backward to angle her eyes toward mine. They flare briefly, but then she smiles, her tongue swiping across her lips. Lips I’d love to see wrapped around my cock but not now. I’m done playing. I need to claim her pussy.
“I got a little distracted,” Ella says, blinking up at me. “But I promise I’ll take them off now.”
Jesus, this girl.
“Bed,” I rasp. “Lie down.”
She opens her mouth but then closes it, moving backward as I loosen my grip on her hair. Good fucking girl. Good… fuuuuuuck. Didn’t cross my mind to bring condoms. Never thought I’d get so much as a peck on the cheek from Ella. I can make a call and have a box brought up, but?—
“I’m on the pill,” Ella says, reading my damn mind. “And I haven’t slept with anyone in…” She looks away, blushing. “It’s been a while.”
And thank my lucky stars that she’s somehow single. That no man has locked her down. I don’t believe in miracles, but it’s hard to ignore the one right in front of me.
“Same.”
She raises a brow, smiling. “Not a billionaire playboy?”
“No time. And sex tends to complicate things.”
“Oh. What about sleeping with your fake girlfriend? Will that complicate things?”
I slide my boxers down, my cock bouncing to attention as I pull them off. “I’m not sleeping with my fake girlfriend, Ella. I’m sleeping with my real girlfriend.” I lower my fists into the mattress, crawling to her. “My girl,” I rasp, nudging her thighs aside. “My woman.” I move my palms along her sides, up her rib cage, cupping her breasts as my cock slides across her wet, hot slit, pulsing.
“Mine,” I growl, leaning down and taking her puffy little nipple into my mouth. Sucking it. Licking it. Savoring the way it feels as Ella moans and grinds against my cock.
“Yours?” Ella breathes, exhaling harshly as her nails dig into my back.
“That’s right.” I kiss her neck. Her sternum. Drag my tongue down to her belly and back up because I’m losing control all over again. I need to taste her like I need to breathe. I need Ella more than I need to breathe. Without her, I’m nothing. Without her, everything is pointless. Without her…
“I can’t imagine a world without you with me.” I pull back up, thrusting my cock, precum soaking her belly as my balls slide against her pussy. “Can’t imagine another man touching you. Loving you. Being with you,” I spit the words out painfully as I keep thrusting. “You’re mine, Ella. I’m yours. Tell me you feel it too.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hands reaching for my cock, caressing it as it slides against her slick belly. “I’m yours, Adrian. Make me yours.”
I damn near spill at the sound of those words, but I hold back. The only place I’m coming is inside my girl.