CHAPTER 39
Eve
A fter that life-altering experience in the shower, we both washed each other again.
Our movements were slow and lazy because neither of us had much strength left.
Now we're in bed naked, and our hair is still wet.
I'm lying on my stomach, and Adam is drawing circles on my naked back, sending tingles all over my body.
"You can't sleep yet, love."
"Why not?" It's a whimper and a whine.
"We aren't finished. Did you forget the part about fucking you in this bed?"
"Mmmm...how could I forget that?"
Adam trails kisses down my spine to my ass. He bites the flesh there and then kisses the mark he left. He reaches between my legs and finds my swollen clit with his fingers. "Adam." I breathe out his name in a plea. I don't know what I'm pleading for or against, but I know I need mercy.
"Sensitive?" He groans out the question, but he already knows the answer. It's like every nerve ending in my body has relocated to my vagina and is all jacked up and ready to lose its shit at the slightest touch.
He slides two fingers inside me, keeping pressure on my clit with his thumb.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me while his thumb rubs my clit and his mouth skims along my skin.
I can't keep my body still. I try not to move, but my hips raise up without instruction.
My face is buried in the pillow and my hands fist the sheets.
I'm too sensitive and his hands are too skilled.
My orgasm is intensifying. Its liquid heat pooling in my core and seeping out into every corner of my body before quickly detonating all over his fingers.
I scream into the pillow as my body vibrates and my breaths come quicker.
Adam doesn't give me time to come back to myself before he's picking me up and spinning me around, sitting on his hips.
Wait, I'm facing the wrong direction. He's lying on his back, and I'm straddling his hips, but I'm facing his feet.
I lift off my ass and brace myself on my hands to turn around, but Adam grabs my hips and pulls me back down onto him.
I look at him over my shoulder. "What are you doing? I need to turn around."
He smiles devilishly and shakes his head. "You're right where I want you."
I look at him with suspicion and then look back to where I'm seated on him.
It takes a moment to work out the functionality of this position.
Once I've figured out his plan, I lift up once again, but this time I grasp his shaft and line it up with my entrance.
I begin to lower myself down onto his length, tortuously slow.
He must not like the pace because he growls before using his grip on my hips to slam my body down onto his erection.
I cry out at the same time that he groans loudly.
He immediately picks me back up and slams me down again and again, not giving me a chance to catch up with his brutal rhythm.
He growls and grunts with each throttling movement, meeting my hips with upward thrusts of his own.
It's hard and fast and aggressive. Eventually, I catch up with him, lifting myself and crashing back down onto him.
"Good girl, love. That's perfect." He's panting and nearly breathless. "Fuck me, baby."
His words spark something inside of me. His praise is all the inspiration I ever need. I rise up and come back down harder and faster with each ministration.
"Oh Fuck, Eve! Harder, baby."
I do as he says and slam harder back onto him over and over again while trying to ward off my own climax. I know I can't control my legs when my orgasm crests and I want to get him there before I shatter. "Eve, cum with me."
Thank goodness. He's there. I let go. My orgasm detonates, and I spasm all over, clenching down on his shaft as he takes overusing my hips to lift me up and hammer me back down. I feel the hot spurts of his release inside me. He continues to move my hips through both of our orgasms.
He finally stills and we're both breathing hard and uneven.
I can no longer hold myself up and fall forward between his legs.
He's still inside me and I don't have the strength to lift off of him.
Who would at this point? I haven't been counting, but I know that's at least four orgasms for the night.
Neither of us has made a move to get up, but Adam is massaging my thighs and my ass with deep kneading of his hands.
"Are you ready to talk about repayment?"
Fuck this guy. I can't move. I'm not doing another damn thing. I'm nearly crying when I say, "I can't move, Adam. No more."
He laughs. This freaking guy belly laughs like I told a genuinely funny joke.
He regains his composure and sits up so that he can lift me off of him.
Maneuvering me around like a rag doll, he turns me to face him.
Now, I'm lying on top of him, and we're chest to chest. Well, face to chest anyway.
We're both silent for a moment and he's playing with my hair when he speaks.
"I want you to do something for me. I don't want you to ask questions and I want you to just trust me that you'll be happy with the end result. "
His cryptic demeanor and tone give me renewed energy. I pop my head up to look him in the eyes. "You want me to agree to your terms, which are that I go along with whatever you ask me to do without asking questions, all while not knowing what the outcome of your request will be. Is that right?"
"You shot me. You shot me roughly a dozen times at close range. My suit is ruined."
I flop back down and groan into his chest. "Fine." I drag out the I in the whiniest of fashions.
The man is giddy. He squeezes me and then shimmies his whole body in excitement. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. He actually wiggled his body in excitement. It's the most Ada thing I've ever seen from him, and I'm officially terrified for tomorrow.
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"Mmmm." My morning groans could wake the dead.
I'm still lying on top of Adam. He's playing with my hair and tracing lines on my arm with his finger.
Did he sleep? The only parts of my body touching the bed are my legs.
We're both still naked and I'm so sore. I feel like I was in a car accident, and not that I was in a car and collided with another car, but more like I was walking, and a car ran me over.
"Oh my gosh. Everything hurts." I croak out in my deep, early morning voice.
His chest vibrates with his silent laughter. "Good morning, love."
I clear my throat before speaking again. "Good morning, love."
"Whoa, no. I say Love. You can't have Love. That's my thing."
"That sounds pretty selfish to me, but whatever. I'm too sore to fight."
"Ha! Like I would be stupid enough to fight you. I like my face just the way it is, thank you."
I try and fail to stifle a laugh as I punch him in the shoulder. "Stop it, jerk."
"I don't like that one either. I think it sends the wrong message."
"Jerk? I think it sends the exact right message, actually."
With more speed than anyone his size should be capable of, Adam flips our bodies so that I'm lying on my back and he's hovering over me. "Is that right?" He asks in a menacing tone that lets me know my answer could have consequences.
Pondering on my possible answers and the possible consequences of those answers, I decide to respond with, "Maybe jerk is too strong a word. I'll keep thinking."
"Hmmm would a jerk send his woman to bed only after five orgasms?
" He begins to slide his much larger body down mine.
"Would a jerk take gunfire from said woman and still wash her hair?
" He continues his descent. "Would a jerk want to make sure that this woman started her day off in the best possible way every day?
" He has now reached my vagina, and he's speaking directly into my clit causing vibrations that I didn't think possible from the human mouth.
He flicks his tongue, and the action has every sore muscle in my body tensing.
Damn that hurts and feels so good. He opens his mouth, sucking in my clit then flicks and swirls it with his tongue still inside his mouth.
I suck in a shuddering breath as he continues the assault adding his fingers to the mix.
He slides two fingers inside me, not bothering to start slow.
His mouth is warm and so damn proficient.
His fingers are quick and aggressive and once he starts scissoring them inside of me, it's done.
Finito . My orgasm ricochets around in my body, seeming to go on forever while Adam continues to focus his attention on my most sensitive area.
When my climax finally crests and abates, he is still licking and sucking and groaning like this was all for him.
Finally, he refocuses his attention on my face. "I'm such a jerk."
Okay, so maybe not a jerk. I truly don't know how to classify Adam.
He isn't a jerk, but he's no sweetheart, either.
He's dark and dangerous, but I believe him when he says he loves me.
I believe him when he says it's more than that.
I think he uses the word love because it's something that I can understand, and his true feelings are too indescribable.
Adam has now slid up my body and is sliding inside of me.
I love the feeling of being so close to him.
It's a blissful fullness. Even when he's still and we're just connected in this way it makes me feel safe and cherished, like I'm home.
It's a feeling I've wanted most of my life and it's only now that I have finally found it in him.
Adam slides his hands behind my back and up to my shoulders.
I know this move. I enjoy this move. He grips my shoulders firmly and pulls almost all the way out before using his grip on my shoulders to slam my body into him as he throttles into me over and over again.
He's grunting with the force he's putting into his thrusts.
He's hitting so deeply, hammering into that perfect spot with every wild, deliberate thrust.
My legs come up and surround his waist of their own volition.
His grunts are so masculine and seductive.
It's insane what his sounds and praise do to me.
I sometimes wonder if he could make me climax without even touching me.
He told me once that it isn't like this for other people.
He said that what we have is special. I believe him.
I obviously have no basis for comparison, but I do know that if other people were experiencing what we are, there would be no singles in the world.
"Cum for me, Eve." He's panting and grunting and not letting up. He's moving faster and harder with each plunge.
I feel that familiar endorphin rush and I throw my head back as I whimper softly when my orgasm rockets through me. "FUCK, love." I feel Adam reach his climax as our bodies quiver together in unison.
Adam falls limply on top of me, resting his head on my chest. I kiss the top of his head and run my fingers through his hair while we both come back to Earth. "I have movers coming here and to the apartment next weekend."
"Movers? Why?"
He heaves out a sigh before responding as though he's exasperated with me. "Our home is ready. We're moving into it. You know this."
I do know this. How did it slip my mind? I'm actually two parts excited, and one part ready to piss myself in terror.
"Oh my gosh. Yeah. I know. I guess I just didn't realize how close we had gotten to move-in day."
He doesn't say anything, and I can sense a shift. He starts to lift up, and I pull him back down. "I'm excited to move in together."
"So excited that you forgot." He says this without any inflection in his voice.
"I am ready to go to bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning, just like I have done most nights since the day we met.
I am ready to be as loud as I want and walk around naked with you.
I am ready to skinny dip in our pool together.
I am ready." I emphasize the word am each time to put significance on its meaning.
"I forgot that the move-in date was so close because there seems to be something going on all the time.
I tried to stab someone, then there was Nathan, then someone else attacked me" his whole body tenses when I mention the attacks.
"Then there was Nadia and it's just that there are so many things going on that I have a hard time splitting my focus.
I'm going to go home and pack today. I promise. "
He holds me closer to him and I know he's relieved. "Did I tell you that I took Eli and Vaughn by there to see the house from the outside?"
His head pops up and he looks at me questioningly. "You did?"
"I did. They think it's beautiful."
He quirks up a brow. "And?"
I draw out the a when I say, "And they still think it's too soon, but they will support us."
He cocks his head to the side and regards me speculatively. "Us?"
This man sees everything and hears everything. "Okay so they will support me, and I support you, so by proxy, they support us."
His chest shakes with silent laughter. He lifts his head to kiss my chest, leaving a trail of kisses down to my nipple. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I gasp. He knows I can't resist that. "Adam" I scold him.
"Love" he responds as he focuses his attention on the other breast. He continues to ignore my pleas for mercy, and I feel him hardening as he kneads, sucks, and kisses my breasts. My resolve crumbles, and I give in to him just as he pushes back inside me.