39. Christian
THIRTY-NINE
CHRISTIAN
We stumbled through the front door of our apartment, neither one of us letting go of each other’s lips.
Kissing Adelaide felt like coming home. She tasted uniquely like herself and fucking mesmerizing. All I could do was hold on and give because that’s what I was good at. She held me. Grabbed me. Pulled at me, but never let go.
Her breasts flattened against the solid muscle of my chest.
Our tongues pressed against each other. I coaxed her jaw open and stroked her slowly and wretchedly. I moved my tongue in a motion like I was already inside her—fucking her into oblivion. She gasped, whimpered, caught a glance at me before pulling me back into her. She wanted this and I wanted her to fucking possess me.
“I love you,” I said in her mouth. “ Fuck , I love you.”
Adelaide moaned while clawing at my shirt. The same top that was soaked from the rain and clung to my body. Her own dress was soaked, the skirt part clinging to her thighs. A barrier I wanted to storm through and mark as mine.
It was all pink and perfect and in the fucking way.
My nose nudged hers. “Your clothes are in the way.”
Back to kissing, she licked the roof of my mouth with her tongue before saying, “Then take them off.”
A groan rumbled in my chest.
This woman…
She was going to be the fucking death of me.
It took damn strength to rip us apart.
The edges of her pupil’s shimmer with need, dilating until not a single speck of blue remained. “Why’d you stop?” Hollow and whiney, she grabbed my shirt to pull me back. I halted her movement with her wrists.
A raspy, gravelly sound from the back of my throat. “Are you sure about this?”
Warmth coveted her features and expanded towards my chest where I couldn’t hold it together. I needed her to fucking say yes because if she didn’t, I’d be a gentleman and walk away.
Walking away was fucking hard when it was from Adelaide.
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” Her hands slid a slow, tormenting path up my arms, the span of my chest—until they reached the somewhat dry buttons of my shirt. Her fingers trembled as she undid button by button. Her ring hung around my neck.
If you asked me yesterday why the fuck I wore it, I might have spewed bullshit. But today I’d tell you I was scared of losing her and the parts of her connected to me. I saw her throw the ring out and needed to get it back.
And a whole lot of fucking money but Adelaide was worth it.
I’d never deserve her.
Her hand splayed over the ring, pressing herself and the object onto my skin.
I clenched my jaw. Feeling her skin on me, even just the slither of it was intoxicating. I wanted more. So much fucking more. This moment needed to be slow, but I couldn’t do slow .
“Adelaide,” hoarse and gruff. I placed my hand over hers and she looked up through her darkened gaze with a hum. “I can’t be gentle.”
In response, she dragged her nails down my chest. “I don’t want you to be.”
Fucking hell.
Her breath hitched the second I shoved her against the wall and devoured her lips. “Fuck,” I said. “You taste so good.”
My hand trailed downwards towards her pussy.
She shook in my arms, tugging at my hair, arching into me, and being a whimpering mess.
“Tell me how to make you come,” I pressed her. Rubbing over the wet material.
She panted against my lips, “ Christian… more.”
“Tell me,” my movements turned rougher. Air was me and she pushed herself for more. “How I can make you come .”
“Just be you,” she whined before merging herself into me again.
My dick was so fucking hard.
If she continued moaning like that, I’d explode inside my pants.
Wouldn’t be the first time…
Fuck.
When we break apart for air, she was still a murmuring mess while my fingers worked over her. Slow and steady, teasing up to the moment she’d explode on my fucking tongue.
Kneeling down before her, Adelaide stared like the queen she was. I was her slave—from the very first day I met her. She held me down with her gaze and I’d never left. Locked and loaded with her love shackling my wrists, my legs, my damn heart. Following her around in hopes of finding myself but only ever found myself in her.
She shifted her weight onto her other leg. That’s when I noticed she was still wearing her uncomfortable heels.
Stopping my movements, I slid my hand down her leg to her heel, where I unclasped the strap and gently removed the shoe. “You know exactly how to bring a man down to his knees.” I looked up, maintaining eye contact with her as I repeated the action with the other one.
Without missing a beat, I brought her legs over my shoulders.
She feels incredible.
Full thighs around me.
Fingers gripping onto my hair.
Pussy mere centimetres away from my mouth.
This was a good day.
A great fucking life.
“Stop me if you don’t want this.”
She nodded but I continued looking at her.
A subtle eyeroll. “I’ll stop you if I don’t want this.”
That was that.
I pulled her skirt up and pressed my mouth in her wet warmth. Soaked. Fucking drenched . I kissed her over the indecent lace underwear, sticking my tongue in between her folds through them.
She gasped unintelligible words but quite frankly, I was too fucking busy to listen.
“Show me your pretty pussy, baby.” I demanded with another stroke of my tongue. I kneaded her round ass and played with them while she took her fucking time.
A thrill shot down my spine when she brought her hands down to pull aside her panties.
Impatient as I was, I stuck my tongue inside while she held on for dear life. Sweet, so fucking sweet .
She tasted womanly and mine and uniquely herself.
I fucking loved it.
She gushed on my face, her arousal dripping down my lips and chin.
My tongue swirled around her clit, grazing it with my teeth.
Adelaide bucked against me, “That feels… Christian .”
“Mmm,” I left her clit alone and licked her up thoroughly from one forbidden hole to the other. “That’s right, baby. I’m the one eating this pussy.”
Her moans became music to my fucking ears as I soaked into her pleasure and like a selfish bastard, I turned it into my own.
I lost track of time while I devoured her pussy and before I knew it her thighs tightened around my head and her moans became frantic—out of control. I was doing this to her. No one else. Me .
She pulled at my hair as she came hard and fast against my mouth. I fucked her with my tongue until her orgasm passed.
Adelaide slumped back against the wall—downright flushed and panting for air. Looking down at me through her lashes, she murmured. “I don’t remember you being good at that .”
I chuckled. “The last time I ate your pussy you were a virgin, and I was a boy.”
“You’re still a boy.”
Narrowed eyes.
Oh, she was fucking asking for it.
She shrieked as I stood up and dropped her, causing her legs to wrap around my waist.
A dark rumble from the back of my throat. “What was that?”
Adelaide pressed her lips together—the laughter finding shelter in her cheeks—while she shook her head.
I kissed her. Hard .
Adelaide kissed me like she’d rather be nowhere but here. We could be in a fire, but if she was kissing me, she didn’t care. She kissed me like she meant every pull from my lips to hers, to every pinching bite, to the way our tongues wrapped around each other and suppressed each other’s pain. She kissed me like I was her own personal diary and she needed to release the past seven years of torture.
I’d take it all. Every last bit of hurt she dealt with, and I’d make sure it was her trauma running through my veins. Every breath I’d take, I’d feel it moving within me. Adelaide wasn’t just the sun; she was the core of this universe. Without her, it was an empty place with soulless fucking people.
When we broke apart to catch air, her arousal tainted her lips. Nipples pebbled through the top of her dress, begging to be sucked.
She licked her lips and made an indecent fucking sound.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Fuck , if I wasn’t inside of her in the next two minutes, I’d embarrass myself like a fucking teenager.
My hands tightened around her waist. “Keep making those sounds and see what I do to you.”
She smiled. “Maybe that’s why I’m making those sounds.”
I tucked a couple of damp strands behind her ear. “What do you want, Adelaide?”
She blushed as if the very thought of asking me after I ate her out was embarrassing.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She pressed herself against my dick.
My lips spread into a crooked smile. “In order for this to work, you have to tell me what you want.”
She curved back into herself. Chewing at her lips and averting her gaze.
Confidence came in waves and for Adelaide she was on the calmer side of the ocean. She’d force herself to surf on flat water in hopes of catching a wave. The light flickering in my chest was proof of how proud I was of her.
For trying to push past the calm to get through the storm.
Whispering against her cheek, I continued. “I can feel your thoughts. Don’t think, just say it.”
She sighed when I moved back to look at her. Her eyes roamed over my face before settling on the rock-hard erection pressing against her. It was enough to boost her confidence, and when she looked up, I saw her desire as clear as a full fucking moon.
All smoky and giggly and fucking addictive. “I want you to fuck me.”
Your wish is my fucking command.