Cassie #2
He lets out a shaky breath, hands reaching for me before he stops himself, rolling his hands into fists at his side, instead.
His eyes roam over my exposed flesh, his erection straining more and more beneath his shorts as he does.
And as much as part of me wants to hide, wants to skip the shower and jump under the covers of his bed, instead — it’s the way he looks at me, the way he’s always looked at me, that makes me stand tall and confident, welcoming his appreciative stare.
“Now I remember why I never let you get naked in front of me before,” he whispers.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I knew if you took off all your clothes, I wouldn’t be able to let you leave without taking all of you.”
I swallow, stepping closer to him, my trembling hands reaching forward for his shorts. I slip one hand beneath the band, the other sliding over his bulge as his eyes flutter shut at the contact.
“Take all of me,” I whisper, meeting his gaze when his eyes open again. “Here. Tonight.”
He opens his mouth, but I shake my head, kissing him to stop his words.
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” I breathe against his lips. “I want you. Now. And I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure.”
With that, I push his shorts over his hips, taking his briefs with him, and in seconds, he’s naked with me.
I don’t look down, don’t let myself see what I’ve always wanted to until Adam leads us into his small shower. He runs the water hot before stepping inside, and then he reaches back for my hand, pulling me in with him. I step under the stream, and then — only then — do I let myself look down.
My walls clench at the sight of his stiff member, the size of it even more than I expected.
I’ve felt it under sheets and clothing, felt the warmth of it pressed against me when we made out.
But to see it, to see him fully exposed from head to toe, every muscle in his body hard and wanting, with me as the desired target…
it sends a rush through me so powerful, my knees buckle at the force.
Adam’s arms wrap around me just in time, his chest pressing against mine as he sweeps my wet hair from my face. His eyes search mine, that heavy, magnetic charge descending on us even under the water.
“Do you remember what I said to you earlier this semester?” he asks, voice low in my ear as he spins me to face the faucet. His erection presses into my lower back, and my breath catches, eyes shutting on a sigh. “When you let me touch you, do you remember?”
My head is foggy, thoughts nonexistent as every molecule of my brain focuses on how his hands feel sliding with the water over my hips, up my ribs, his warm palms cupping my breasts.
“Um… you said… you said…” I try, but my breath is too ragged, my heart beating too fast for a single thought to catch.
“I said before we went any further, I wanted you to know that every single chance I get to touch you, every chance I get to put my hands where you don’t let any other hands go, it means everything to me.”
“Yes, that.” I pant.
Adam chuckles, his hands still massaging my breasts under the warm stream. When he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, I hiss, arching my back off his chest and leaning into the touch.
“I just wanted to remind you,” he says, sucking my earlobe between his teeth.
One hand keeps rolling over my left breast, but the other slides down with the water over my navel, down below my hips, his hot fingertips slipping between my thighs easily.
“I want to make you feel good, Cassie,” he whispers.
His fingers slide farther between my legs, the tip of one of them slipping inside me, and I moan, the sensation of it rocking me from head to toe.
“I want to make you come,” he says a little softer, and my knees shake, legs parting wider to let his fingers press inside me more.
“But first, I had to make sure you remembered.”
“I remember,” I pant, one hand flying back into his hair behind me while the other braces on the wall. “Now please, Adam. Touch me.”
My voice is light and raspy, more seductive than I even knew I could manage, and it drives a growl out of Adam so deep I feel it rumble through his chest as his two fingers finally slide inside me.
The way he enters me, my back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around me — one between my legs, one flicking my sensitive nipple — it’s so much more than anything I’ve felt before.
It’s like he’s completely consumed me, like we’re one together.
When my hand slips behind me, gripping his hard on and pumping in time with his hand, I can’t decide if I’m touching him, or still touching me — because I feel everything I’m doing to him, too.
“Fuck,” he draws out, biting my neck with another groan.
His fingers dive deeper inside me, and I squeeze my hand over him tighter, relishing in the feel of the water over his soft skin as I pulse.
I remember how I felt the first time Adam touched me, the first time his fingers were inside me, his mouth on my clit — but it’s nothing compared to my first time touching him.
And now that I’ve had a taste, I want more.
Adam’s fingers slip from inside me when I push away from him, spinning and holding onto his arms as I lower to my knees. His eyes widen, hands gripping my arms like he wants to pull me back up. And when I’m level with his hard, wet cock, I realize I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Cassie…” he warns.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes from where I sit on my knees. “The way you’ve tasted me.”
His nose flares, hands pulling my wet hair back as I grip him firmly in one hand. The water streams down Adam’s back, his chest, dripping down his abdomen to where my hand grips his shaft. I pulse once, wrapping around him at the base, and then slowly, I lower my lips to his tip.
He tastes salty on my tongue, and as I swirl it around his tip and lick down to where my hand rests, I wonder what I tasted like to him.
The memory of his head between my thighs, his magical tongue licking and sucking my clit, makes my thighs clench.
And when I look up at Adam again, my tongue running along his base, and watch his eyes flutter shut as his head tilts back, a new wave of want pulses through me.
“Is this okay?” I ask, flicking under his crown with the tip of my tongue. “Am I doing it right?”
Adam pauses, his head lifting slowly as his eyes find mine. “Is this… is this your first time?”
I nod. “Doing this, yes. I’ve never… can you help me? Tell me what you like.”
Adam shakes with a guttural moan as I wrap my mouth around him again, this time taking him in my throat as far as I can. It’s not far, and I gag a little, eyes watering as I withdraw and suck his tip.
“Is that okay?”
“God, Cassie, you’re going to make me come in this shower before I’ve even been inside you if you keep looking up at me like that.”
He groans, gripping my forearms tight and pulling me to stand again. Then, his mouth is devouring mine hungrily, like his last breath exists somewhere inside me and he’s on a mission to steal it back.
“We can revisit that another time,” he breathes. “Right now, I need you.”
He reaches behind him to kill the water, thrusting the shower curtain back and hastily wrapping a towel around him. He pulls one out for me, but when he turns to face me again, it’s as if time completely stops.
Adam pauses, holding my towel in his hand, and our eyes stay connected without either of us taking another step.
Water drips from his hair down his jaw, to his chest, and I know he’s watching the same waterfall over my own body.
He swallows, as if he’s just realized what we’re about to do, and then slowly, carefully, he wraps me in the towel and helps me out of the shower.
I’m still dripping as Adam lowers me into his bed, my wet hair splaying out over his pillow, hands clutching the towel over my chest. I was just naked and on my knees for him, but suddenly, I’m more exposed.
Suddenly, it’s not just his fingers inside me, or me going down on him.
It’s not just a shower. It’s not just sex.
It’s me, and Adam, for the first time.
It’s years of wanting, of never knowing, of always hoping.
It’s an immeasurable time of hurt, of pain, of broken promises — and an equal amount of time making that right.
It’s late nights eating pizza, him being there for me when Grayson wasn’t.
It’s our first kiss on a dark beach in Key West, his hands on me when they shouldn’t have been.
It’s him knowing better than I did what I needed this semester, and holding back on what he wanted just to make sure I was okay.
It’s love.
And that’s more intimate than the touches, the kisses, the feel of his body against mine. It’s what makes this time different than any other.
It’s what makes tonight more.
Adam swallows from where he towers above me, balancing on his forearms. He shifts his weight to one of them, kissing my hands where they clutch my towel before slowly peeling them back.
I fist them in the sheets, instead, as he drops the edges of my towel to each side, and then his eyes are on me, his mouth descending.
He kisses my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. His hands grip my ribs, my waist, my hips and my thighs.
It’s like he can’t kiss everywhere he wants, can’t grab me tight enough, and when his hips settle between mine, the slick, hard tip of him pressing against the wet, swollen entrance of me — we both stop.
Kissing. Breathing. Feeling.
For that one moment, we’re suspended in time, and nothing or no one else exists.