Adam #3
She’s so much sweeter than I imagined, and the vision of her in my bed is enough to make me come, even without her touching me.
Her cheeks had started as a dusty pink, but they grow a deeper shade by the second, with each and every touch of my tongue adding another drop of crimson under her freckles.
Her eyes, closed tight, hypnotize me every time they fly open, finding me there between her legs with my mouth fastened on her.
Her hands, weaved into my hair, tug and grip, and I feel every movement like a direct electric spark to my dick.
My hands slide from her hips to grip the tops of her thighs as I pull her closer, swirling my tongue over her clit before I lick her with a flat tongue from bottom to top again. I moan with the motion, causing a new wave of goosebumps as she writhes beneath me.
“Adam,” she whispers, my name such a sweet, torturous plea on her lips that I groan again, sucking her clit with more force between my teeth.
I could taste her forever like this — devouring her like she’s my last meal, or maybe my first, or maybe both all in one.
But she’s close. I can tell by the way she moves under my touch, but the heat in her cheeks, by the way her eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in her legs tensing as she reaches for the finish line in sight.
And I want her to detonate under my touch.
Slowly, I run the fingertips of my right hand down over her inner thigh, my tongue still working her clit as my fingers find her slick entrance. My middle finger dances there, soaking up her sweet wetness, with just enough pressure for the tip of it to dip inside her.
Cassie moans louder, her fingers tangling in my hair with her plea. She wants more, she wants me inside her, and even though I know it will practically kill me — I answer her request like it’s all I’ve wanted to do in my entire life.
With as much composure as I can manage, I slip that middle finger inside her.
We both moan when my first knuckle disappears, and when she squeezes around the full finger, coating my second knuckle with her desire, I curse out loud at the tight feel of her.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I breathe, withdrawing my finger slowly just to slide it back inside her.
I curl the tip of it, brushing her sensitive G-spot as she arches off the bed.
“I thought I knew… I thought I was ready to feel you like this, but God, it’s killing me.
” I kiss her mound. “You’re fucking perfect. ”
She moans at my words, fingers flying from my hair back to the comforter as she grasps for something to hold onto.
But it’s too late. With a few more curls of my finger and a gentle suck of her clit between my teeth, she comes for me, flying into oblivion with only my hands to root her back to Earth.
Cassie doesn’t scream like a porn star, or fake moan with the sole purpose of putting on a show.
Instead, all the blood in her cheeks rushes down to her clit, swelling in my mouth as she whimpers through her almost-silent release.
She calls my name under the soft, hushed groans of pleasure, her breaths shallow and heated, and when she’s done, her entire body collapses into a satiated heap in my hands.
And I feel like I’ve just run a marathon in the desert heat.
I smile, kissing her tender clit softly as I withdraw my finger and crawl up to kiss her parted lips. Her breaths even out slowly, her mouth seeking mine between exhales. Every time her tongue swirls in a dance with mine, she smiles a little more, like tasting herself on me is too good to be true.
I nuzzle into her neck as I roll her to one side, her back to me as she faces my wall and I wrap myself around her.
We fit together so easily, so perfectly, my knees tucking into the backs of hers in an immaculate seam.
I sigh into the back of her neck, kissing it softly before tugging her more into my chest.
Cassie rolls her hips, her bottom brushing against the swollen head of my cock as I inhale a stiff groan.
“Your turn,” she whispers, hand reaching back, but I wrap my fingers around her wrist to stop her.
“Not tonight. Tonight, it’s about you.”
She rolls in my arms, looking up at me with a pout that I know got her whatever she wanted growing up.
“But I want to touch you, too. I want to taste you, too.”
My eyes nearly cross at the thought of that, of her lips around me, her mouth taking me inside her. I groan, adjusting my throbbing hard-on under my jeans as I kiss her forehead.
“You will. But not tonight, okay?” Pulling back, I brush her hair out of her face, running the pad of my thumb over her blushed cheeks.
“I meant what I said about going slow. We have all the time in the world to touch each other, to explore each other. But right now, I just want to hold you. I just want to make you feel safe.”
Tears well in her eyes, and she shakes her head, burying her face into my chest.
We don’t say another word, but her fingertips circle the skin on my back as I run my own through her unruly curls.
I’m not sure how long she’s in my arms before her breaths even out, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm as she falls asleep.
I don’t dare move, not even when my left arm screams at me before becoming numb altogether.
I hold that girl all night long like she’s my entire world.
And that’s when I realize she is.