CHAPTER 9
Adam
N o one can make me laugh like this woman can, but I don't want to be laughing right now.
I've finally got her settled back down, so we stand, and I take my boxers the rest of the way off by myself.
I pull her into me and kiss her because I can't not kiss her.
I can't not touch her. This beautiful thing that I know is meant for me.
It's a thing that I know, not a thing that I think.
It clicked for me what all of these feelings have been about when I first saw her beneath me, submitting to me.
I have never been so attracted to another person in my life.
I have never felt as emotionally and physically connected to someone as I do to her.
It's important to know your limits and your weaknesses.
I always told myself that I would recognize mine if ever I were confronted with them.
Eve is my weakness. Eve is my limit. Eve is my everything and it doesn't matter how long I've known her.
It doesn't matter how apprehensive she is.
Eve is mine and she was always meant to be.
Leading her to the shower, which has already been running for too long, I help her into it.
I slide in to get behind her, but she's already facing me.
Her eyes become panicked when I grab her shoulders to turn her around.
The water is raining down around us as she shakes her head jerkily. She's scared. Why? "Turn around, Eve."
"No. Please." Her quiet words are like a knife slicing me open.
They're pained and full of fear. Is this a body image thing again?
If so, I don't want to give her a choice here but she's so much more troubled now than she was before that I just walk her backward into the streaming water.
My fingers comb through her long, dark hair that's so much darker under the water.
She closes her eyes, leaning her head back into my palms while I lean down, kissing her on those soft, full lips.
She keeps her mouth closed, purring into my kiss.
I take my time washing her hair, conditioning it, and rinsing it clean before I pour body wash onto her green loofa.
Her towels are green and so are her sheets. "What's your favorite color?"
She opens her eyes and smiles her most genuine smile. "Green. What's yours?"
Staring back at her, I search her face. Looking into her pale green eyes that are the color of a bird I once saw. The Glistening Green Tanager. Like Eve, the bird is beautiful and elusive. I read once that pale green is the color of new beginnings. "Green." I finally say. "Tanager green."
I want to ask what her last name is, but I know that will only prompt her to ask mine again and I don't think she's ready for that yet.
I continue asking her questions and fielding some in return while I lather the loofa and begin washing her shoulders.
Without ever turning her around, I gently wash her back.
Thoroughly enjoying myself, I wash every perfect inch of her tan skin paying special attention to her firm round ass and her pretty pink pussy listening to her gasps each time my fingers run across her clit.
I see several other scars in various places on her body and I'm convinced that she must have been in a pretty serious accident.
Standing to my feet, I rinse the soap from her glistening body.
Once she's clean, I reach down between her legs again, finding her clit.
She sucks in a sharp breath at the contact.
She's looking directly into my eyes with awe.
So very responsive to my every touch. The rest of the time, she's an expert at hiding what she's feeling.
She gives away nothing on her face and keeps her tone level but when I touch her, she quickly comes apart beneath my fingers.
It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced, and I have experienced a lot.
I swirl and flick her clit until her head falls to my shoulder and her gasps and whimpers become louder.
I circle her clit faster and she grabs me around the neck with one hand while stabilizing herself against the shower wall with the other.
Moving faster and rougher, rocking my hand forward and backward, I create a different sensation until she screams into my neck.
Again changing my movements, I grasp her clit between thumb and forefinger rubbing and tugging until the last of her orgasm works its way through her body.
"Have you ever made yourself cum like that?"
She shakes her head and tries to control her breathing.
I turn and kiss her neck, her shoulder, her neck again. She straightens and looks me in the eyes. "My turn."
My eyebrows shoot up at her boldness. This is new.
I like it. Repositioning us until I'm under the streaming water, she runs her hands through my hair, making sure it's wet before repeating the same routine I just performed on her.
As she begins to soap my body, she watches the loofa in her hand while it moves across my chest, down my abdomen, and onto my shaft.
It's like watching a child learn a new skill.
She's filled with curiosity and wonder in equal measure.
She finishes washing me and rinsing off the soap, so I turn to shut off the water, but she grabs both of my hands from behind, dropping them at my sides.
My breath is audible when she reaches around my hips to grasp my cock in both hands.
At first, she just explores, softly rubbing up and down my length.
She rubs her thumb over my moistening tip and I nearly cum on the spot.
Hmmm she's not the only one that is responsive to the touch of the other.
While placing soft kisses across my back she says, “Tell me how you like it. "
I groan and lean my head back onto hers. "Fuck, Eve. There's nothing you can do to me that won't feel better than every other experience I've ever had."
"Are you sure? I've never touched a man like this before."
I already assumed this, but the confirmation fills me with possession and pride that she chose me. "Eve, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I would hate to have to track these men down and erase them from the Book of Life."
Her chuckling breaths waft across my back. "That should freak me out but, it doesn't. How's that for toxic?"
"We can be toxic together."
She moves her left hand to cup and massage my balls while using her right to firmly stroke my cock. Fuck. This feels too good . Her grip is just right, and her strokes are exactly in time with what I need. She is too good at this. "If I find out that you have done this before, I will kill him."
"What will you do to me?"
"Tie you up, fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then spank your tight little ass until you cum."
"Hmmm...maybe I did lie."
"Eve!"
She laughs into my back again. "I'm kidding. There's only you."
Fuuuuuuuck . Her strokes become firmer and quicker until I can't help it, and my hips are fucking her hands as much as she is jerking me off.
I cum with a roar. "FUCK!" She cleans my cock with her hands under the water and then wraps both arms around me, hugging me.
A hug. It feels good. I cross my hands over hers and raise them both to my mouth, kissing her palms.
We dry each other off and change into our pajamas.
Her pajamas are white cotton panties, and a thin white tank top that shows off her toned stomach and a small, jagged scar at her left hip.
I want to fuck this girl so bad. My girl.
Mine. Too bad I'm a man of my word and I want her to know that I mean what I say.
We haven't even made it to me fucking her with my mouth.
I can't skip ahead and go straight to fucking her pretty little cunt.
Getting into bed, we gravitate to the same sides we did before, already claiming that we each have a side.
We're soon under the covers, my mouth finding hers and my fingers finding her clit.
I need to be touching her. I need to hear the sounds she makes and see her face when I MAKE HER CUM.
Only I will ever make her cum . That thought fills my chest with a near-tangible feeling of worthiness.
"Ah, Adam." She breathes into my mouth.
Her hands are in my hair and she's pressing my forehead into hers.
"I need you to cum again for me, Wildcat."
My cock is rock hard against her hip, and I know she feels how aroused I am for her.
Plunging a finger inside her tight pussy, I throttle in and out of her cunt while I use my thumb to abuse her pulsing clit.
It's difficult but I manage to add a second finger, causing her to writhe beside me.
Her back comes off the bed and her hands shoot to the nape of my neck.
She clenches hard as she loses control. She's right on the edge of her climax and a third finger pushes her over the precipice while she spasms around my hand.
"Adam!"
"That's right. It's me and only me who can make you feel this good.
Just wait until it's my hard dick that's throttling into this tight little cunt.
This is my pussy, Eve." I cup her wet abused cunt hard in my hand.
"This is my mouth." I run my thumb along her open lips.
"These are my tits and I'll fuck them too.
Not just these tits though, Wildcat." I run my hand down her side and around to her ass.
"This too tight little ass as well." I run my index finger between her cheeks and rub across her tight little asshole.
Her eyes fill with fear, and she shakes her head vigorously.
"Mine, Wildcat. I will use this body whenever and however I please and you will beg me not to stop. "
I kiss her gaping mouth, rough and starved for her taste.
There's so much more that I want to do to her, but I'm pacing myself for her sake.
Instead, assaulting her mouth using my hand on the nape of her neck to force her closer to me.
Her lips are sufficiently swollen and bruised as I wrap up her smaller body into my arms. Her head is on my arm and her legs are fully intertwined with mine.
We fall asleep in this position, and we don't get out of bed again until both of our alarms signal that we have to get back to reality.
It's Monday, and we'll be heading to our first class of the day, which she still doesn't know we have together.