Chapter 66
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Watching Adhira come apart for me, and knowing it’s never been like this for her with anyone else, is a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. It’s like seeing her pleasure, and taking part in it, has a way of shimmering out of my skin, casting me in her luminosity.
I feel light but steady, not like a vibrating atom ready to take off at any moment.
I’m grounded in her presence, and being the reason she lets go and enjoys herself without fear for our future or the weight of her past is better than any orgasm.
Though she’s certainly had no trouble giving me plenty.
“It gets better every time,” she groans, shimmying her hips beneath me, and the movement reminds me how painfully hard I am.
“You get better every time. You’re so bloody gorgeous, Adhira,” I praise.
I nuzzle into her throat, dragging in deep lungfuls of her warm, gourmand scent.
“Screaming my name so beautifully. Strangling my fingers like you will my cock. Spilling your arousal down your pretty thighs for me to clean up later with my tongue.”
“I’m not sure I did much work there, but a solid ten out of ten for my favourite team player,” she murmurs with a breathy chuckle, twining her fingers in my overgrown locks and tugging.
“Are you ready for more?” she asks, her voice dropping an octave, the air seeming to shift around us, growing thick with anticipation and nerves.
I adjust to stare down at her, needing her eyes on mine. Those cinnamon orbs burn bright, and her self-assuredness settles deep in my bones.
“I am if you are,” I whisper.
“I’m more than ready, princess.”
My cheeks heat, my gaze dipping to her plump mauve lips, then lower.
Her deep, tawny skin glows with a light sheen of sweat; her small, plump breasts and nipples harden beneath my gaze.
Sheets of near-black waves fan out around her head and over her shoulders like a halo, her cheeks flushed a deep rouge, complemented by the velvet peacock-blue cushions beneath us.
If I were to look around us, I’d find the room in disarray—our clothes strewn about, blankets and cushions covering every surface.
The kitchen counters are littered with glasses because we’ve barely bothered to come up for air since her parents went back to India nearly two weeks ago.
But I can’t bring myself to care or to look anywhere but at her, desperate to soak in every moment we have together before we find out our next steps and where life will lead us.
And while I can't predict what the future holds, I know mine is, without a doubt, overflowing with memories Adhira and I will create together. I wouldn't change a single thing.
“Elijah?” She says my name as if she’s been calling it for a while, unable to snap me out of my trance.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Where’d your mind run off to?” she asks, cocking her head as a sly smile curves the edge of her lips.
“I was merely admiring the view. Must’ve got caught up on one of my favourite parts.” My gaze lands suggestively on her lips, and I’m rewarded with an intoxicating smile that shows off her crooked incisor.
“Take what you want, Elijah,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and circling my hips with her thighs. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
She tugs on my hair; her mouth finds me, and the paralytic spell I’ve been locked in shatters at the brush of her lips against mine.
My dick twitches, close to throbbing, as I press my hips to hers, groaning into her mouth when she nips at my lower lip.
“You're already,” I pant out, a groan rumbling from my chest, “mine.”
“Then. Show. Me,” she taunts.
She has no idea what her words do to me. Scratch that. She does know and doesn't care, always choosing to drive me out of my bloody mind.
My movements are shaky, but I try to focus on one thing at a time, knowing that at the centre of it all is her.
I slide my tongue over the seam of her lips, and she opens for me, the sweetness of her mouth mingling with the leftover cinnamon in mine and the lingering taste of her cunt from moments ago. It’s unreal and so bloody intoxicating.
She reaches between us, her palm wrapping around my shaft, and my eyes clench shut. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I whimper into her mouth, but she doesn’t stop; she just strokes me lazily to the tip and back down.
“Ad-Adhira,” I moan her name, breaking our kiss as she lines the head of my cock up with her entrance.
“Yes?” she asks, one brow raised, fire dancing in her eyes. “Are you going to keep torturing us both, or can I expect to be filled up soon?”
“Jesus, woman,” I groan out, dropping my forehead to hers. “Slow down or I won’t make it an inch inside you before I come.”
“If that happens, we’ll just do it again later. No big deal,” she says with such nonchalance, as though she truly believes that we have forever and an endless number of do-overs. When my gaze meets hers, I realise that’s exactly what she thinks.
It gives me the final push I need to take control and do what my body has been begging me to since the very first time I made myself come to the thought of her.
“What’s off-limits, Adhira?” I ask, sucking in a breath to calm my racing heart.
“Nothing. If there’s anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you—and you do the same, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, dipping my chin and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She cries out, back arching, nudging me even closer to the place I’m so desperate to be.
I swirl my tongue over the tight bud, releasing it only to drag my lips over her chest, nipping the delicate bronze skin, sucking on the tender flesh beneath her ear until I’m certain it’ll leave a mark.
My mark, marring her exquisite, scarred, bruised flesh.
But among all the perfect imperfections that remain as a testament to her resilience, this one is just for us.
Reaching between us, I nudge her hand away and take its place, stroking myself twice.
I sit back, giving myself room to see the entire moment play out.
Swiping my cock through her slickness, I relish the way she bucks against me as I press on her clit for just a beat before lining the head of my cock up at her entrance.
It’s dripping with beads of precum, and a carnal, primal part of my brain that’s never been activated before suddenly switches on, begging for my arousal to fill her up, mixing with her own.
“You ready?” I ask, panting. Her pussy is plump and swollen from how many times she’s already come for me today, her arousal coating her labia and inner thighs, sending my mind into a tailspin.
“P–please,” she begs, and it takes everything in me not to fully seat myself inside her.
“I–I’m gonna go slow, baby.” A guttural groan climbs my throat as I press into her, the head of my dick disappearing between her glistening folds, and the way her inner walls hug me is enough for me to explode inside her.
“I don’t care what you do, so long as you’re inside me,” she whines, palms slipping down my chest as she peers down to watch where we’re connected. “Fuck, why is that so bloody hot?” she rasps out, glancing up at me as if I have half a brain cell left to answer.
So instead of a verbal response—something I fear I may be incapable of for a long while—I press deeper into her. We groan together as I push another two inches inside, her walls contracting around me, tears pricking the backs of my eyes with how impossibly good it feels.
I lower myself over her and grab a cushion from the coffee table, sliding it beneath her hips as best I can to make the last few inches easier for her.
“Someone’s been doing their research,” she murmurs, tugging me closer.
I press my mouth to her shoulder, smiling against her skin. “I’m losing my virginity with the woman I plan to spend the rest of forever with. I figured I’d better do a damn good job,” I admit with a chuckle.
Her breath hitches, either at my words or the extra length I push inside her; I’m not sure.
“S-surely that’s all of you, right?” She’s breathless and stunning, rolling her hips as she adjusts to my size, every movement filling me with an incandescent need that zips up my spine.
“N-not quite,” I murmur, my lips coasting over the shell of her ear. “Almost there, baby.”
She makes a frustrated noise, slides her hands down my back, and grips my ass tight, pulling me into her until I’m fully seated inside. “Oh, fuck. Baby, you feel incredible,” I whimper, desperate to move but terrified that if I do, I’ll lose myself to this feeling spreading throughout my limbs.
“Move, Elijah. Please, just move. I need to feel more of you.”
I nod, pressing my forehead to hers as I pull out just an inch at a time before taking tentative strokes. The pleasure is far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before—a fucking sob threatens to climb my throat.
“More,” she grits out. She slides a hand between us, applying pressure to her clit, and the moan she releases when I pull almost all the way out, quickly sliding back in, tells me everything I need to know about what she wants from me.
I bracket her head with my hands, rocking in and out of her, cataloguing every moan.
I learn that she loves it when I fuck her hard and fast, only to slide almost entirely out of her, giving her greedy little cunt nothing but shallow strokes as she clenches around me.
Her eyes roll back when I slide all the way inside, thrusting so the head of my cock rubs against her G-spot.
“I’m about to—” She groans, pushing against my chest until our roles are reversed and she’s straddling me, my cock never leaving her.
“God, you look stunning, love.”
She braces her hands on my chest and slides up and down my shaft, her tits bouncing with the movement.
“Touch me,” she demands, and I waste no time, pressing two fingers to her clit and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She takes complete control, bouncing on my dick until her head is thrown back, panting breaths escaping her lungs. When I feel the walls of her pussy clench impossibly tight around me, she screams my name like she’s desperate to remind me who she belongs to.
I grip her hips and roll us until she’s flat on her back again, and when she whimpers, “C-come with m-me, Elijah,” I absolutely lose myself in her. In sensation, in movement, in a desperate need to fill her.
I piston my hips forward, relishing the sounds of her growing moans and cries for release as the tingle at the base of my spine, and the delicious pressure building low in my gut, begins to surge.
Sweat coats my brow, sliding down my temples. My arms tremble, and my breaths grow ragged as I fight to hold out just long enough for her to give in.
The woman of my dreams cries out one last time as her body convulses, trembling with the weight of her orgasm, and I’m dragged under by a current of explosive colour behind my eyelids.
All the pressure in my body releases as I spill into her.
My movements become jerky and erratic, and I’m caught between my own blinding pleasure and the desire to watch her fall apart for me.
I’m enraptured by her beauty as she releases ragged breaths, body trembling with the waves of euphoria. Pride swells deep in my belly.
“You were perfect,” she murmurs through the last waves of her orgasm.
As I start to come back to myself, I lower on top of her, careful not to crush her beneath me as I whisper, “Thank you,” into her ear, over and over like a prayer.
Several minutes pass before I’ve regained the energy to pull my still semi-erect dick from her.
I’m gentle as I withdraw, careful to watch her face for any twinge of pain or signs of discomfort, but there’s nothing.
She’s got the cutest, dopiest little smile on her lips, eyes closed, body lax beneath me.
“That was great. We should do it again sometime,” she murmurs, wiggling her hips and slowly blinking her eyes open.
I chuckle lightly. “I’m open to any and all notes.”
“I’ll get back to you with my notes at a later time. Preliminary scoring is a nine-point-eight out of ten.”
“I look forward to hearing what I could do in the future to make it a ten,” I tell her.
I sit back on my shins, fully prepared to get up and carry her to the shower, but the sight of my cum and hers dripping out of her cunt does something unexplainable to me.
I scoop the sticky mess with two fingers and push it back inside her, groaning at the thought of her keeping it there all night.
“Elijah, do you have a breeding kink I don’t know about?” she asks, sitting up on her forearms, head tilted to the side.
“Yes,” I answer automatically. “But without any actual babies,” I reconcile, still unable to look away from where she has the reminder of me filling her up, claiming her as mine. Knowing she trusts me with her heart and body stokes the burning flame inside me.
“Interesting,” she says with a sly grin. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for the future. Now, won’t you be a good boy and wash me up?”
Without hesitation, I climb to my feet, bend down, and pick her up bridal style, carrying her to my shower. We scrub each other clean before spending the rest of the night in a pillow fort, watching orca documentaries and filling in our adult colouring books.