CHAPTER 11 #2
He LOSES HIS COMPOSURE! Loud cackles erupt from his mouth.
He laughs so hard that he can't hold himself up, so he rolls off of me to keep from squishing me beneath his larger frame.
It takes several minutes for him to stop laughing and come back to me.
When he does, he buries his face in my neck.
He seems to gravitate there and inhale after even the shortest absence.
His dick is still hard, even though he's been laughing for the past few minutes. Moving swiftly, his cock is back at my opening. Leaning back, he watches his shaft as he lines it up with my entrance. He slides back over me and asks, "Are you ready?"
Closing my eyes, I nod. "No. I want to see your eyes when I take what's mine."
This man's words will be my end. He says the filthiest and most possessive things I have ever heard.
I didn't know people actually talked like this.
I also don't know what it says about me that his words turn me on.
Adam kisses me once more before he slams into me with one quick thrust. "Ah, shit!
" I cry out and bury my face in his chest. His breaths are quivering, and his body is shaking like he's on the verge of tears or hypothermia.
In a trembling voice, he says, "You're so fucking perfect, Eve. This pussy was made for my cock. Do you feel that?"
"It still just kind of hurts." I groan.
He chuckles. "It will get better."
I let out the breath I've been consciously clinging to.
"Okay. I think I'm okay. Keep moving."
Slowly, he pulls out and pushes back in.
"Fuck. You feel so good." He seems to be struggling to hold himself back as he says this.
The pain begins to dull, and I feel so much pressure everywhere. Adam continues moving slowly in and out of me. He's gritting his teeth and obviously straining to control himself.
"More."
"What?"
"Faster."
He studies my face before slowly nodding.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't be gentle."
He groans out loudly, "Fuck, Eve. Don't say shit like that unless you mean it."
"I mean it. Just do it."
He slowly pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back in and a shudder wracks my entire body at the rough contact. He hits a spot inside that makes me see stars.
"FUUUUCK. Eve?"
"Yes. Keep going."
He shakes his head as if exasperated with me, but he moves his hands slowly up my back to grasp my shoulders.
Oh shit. He's getting leverage. This could hurt.
Or this could feel really damn good. Again, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into me.
Our hips make loud slapping noises as they connect over and over again.
He keeps slamming into me hard and fast, causing the headboard to crash into the wall again and again.
I'm a mess. My fingers are digging into his back, and I know it must hurt, but I can't stop. He feels so good.
SLAM...THRUST...THROTTLE...THRUST
"You feel so good! You're fucking perfect. Ah." He says as he thrusts harder and faster and deeper.
The headboard bangs faster and louder. I can feel him deep inside. He pushes my thigh out wide until it's lying at my side on the bed and holy shit. He was deep before, but this is cataclysmic.
"I'm going to fuck you so deep into you that you can never get me out." He growls loudly. "Eve, fuck."
"Cum for me, Eve. I need to feel you cum around my cock"
"I...Adam...AHH..." He swallows the rest of my screams with his mouth as my orgasm consumes us both.
"Ah fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck." He can't hold on any longer once I'm clenching tightly around him.
I feel his release inside me, warm and slick.
He keeps moving, pushing in and out and then slamming in once more.
He's shaking and his breaths are trembling before he finally stills inside of me.
We're both sweaty and breathing hard. He has collapsed on top of me.
Neither of us can seem to catch our breath, but he's kissing my neck and nipping my skin.
He licks along my collarbone, and it all becomes clear to me.
"I do."
He stills. He knows exactly what I mean. He lifts up to look me in the eyes.
"You do what, Eve?"
"You know."
"I want to hear you say it."
"I love you."
He smiles again and it consumes his entire face. I've been seeing more and more of these smiles.
"Say it again."
"I love you, Adam."
He sighs contentedly before lifting himself up and sitting on his legs. He's looking down at my abused vagina and, even though he isn't smiling, I can sense how happy he is.
I didn't see him grab it, but he has the canvas in his hand now.
He grabs his softening cock and wipes it clean of blood and cum.
Flattening his palm, he places it on the canvas leaving a perfect handprint in blood.
Now, he's grabbing my hand. He uses it to clean me up.
He even rubs the side of my palm on the inside of my thigh.
I assume he saw blood or other fluids there.
I flatten my palm when it's clear what his intentions are, and he places my bloody hand next to his own on the canvas.
Overlapping our pinkies, he rolls my hand, making sure that he gets the side of my bloody palm.
This is either the most erotic thing I have ever seen, or it's the most fucked up thing.
Can it be both ? It's clear that Adam is not conventional in any way.
He just painted this canvas in my blood.
I should be creeped out. Maybe I am a little.
I mean, he planned this. He already had the canvas here and he stopped us earlier when we were ripping each other's clothes off at my apartment because he wanted to be here to make his bizarre art.
Adam is clutching the canvas and looking at it like it's his first-born child.
He slides off the side of the bed and walks over to his desk.
There's a small decorative easel there and he places the canvas on it. Say what now?
"Whoa there, Picard. You can't display that here."
The lust haze has cleared and he's looking at me with pure unfiltered annoyance now. "Picard?"
"Captain of the Star Trek Enterprise. You can't display that in here. You can't display that anywhere actually."
"Yes, I can. I already have."
"You can't let people see that."
"Yes. I can. I'm proud of this. I'm proud that you're mine and only mine. Everyone needs to know that you have only ever belonged to me."
Covering my face with a pillow, I scream into it. Adam pulls the pillow out of my hands and looks down at me like I'm a petulant child.
"You're being extremely dramatic. Is this something I should expect more frequently now that you've addicted me to your pussy?"
I can't help but laugh at his intensely serious expression, like he's been waiting for the real me to present herself and now that she has in the most dramatic way, he knows he will be miserable from here on out.
He goes into the bathroom, and I hear the bath running.
He's gone for a while, moving around and shuffling through the cabinets.
Alone in this quiet room, staring at the high ceiling above me, I start to feel anxiety about creeping in about what I've just done.
Was this a mistake? Will Adam be the thing that finally breaks me?
After a moment, he comes back and slides his arms underneath me, picking me up bridal style.
He carries me into the bathroom, gently placing me in the bath before climbing in behind me.
Lavender and eucalyptus fill the warm air.
Mmmm, scented bath salts. I take in a relaxing breath. This man. Mine. Not a mistake.
Contentment swamps me in this moment. Adam washes me gently and thoroughly, just as he's done before and I fall asleep leaning against his hard, warm chest.