Chapter 42
42
JONATHAN
A dam kisses down my chest, torturously slowly, while holding my wrists up above my head in one large fist. I feel helpless, exposed, incoherent with lust.
For long minutes, he’s been teasing me with his tongue, tasting my skin, trailing his lips across my ribs, sucking and nipping at my nipples, kissing my stomach, driving me insane with the tickle of his beard and gentle attentions of his mouth, while his fingers work deep inside me.
I thrash as he brushes over my prostate again. I dig my nails into my palms, desperate to tangle my fingers through his hair, desperate not to come. I don’t want this to be over yet.
My cock is standing tall, fully erect and harder than I’ve ever been. I pant as Adam drags his lips along my inner thigh and curls his finger up to press at my prostate again. “Might be good for you to come. Help you relax.”
I shake my head. “I want you,” I say again. “I want you. Please.”
He groans, his hand straying to his cock. It, too, is hard , jutting out of his jeans, thick and glistening. A shiver races through me. I feel ready to combust. He drops his cock and crawls up my body to kiss me. A long, lingering kiss. Then he frees my wrists, pulls his shirt over his head and reaches for the bottle of lube again.
I smooth my hands over his giant shoulders, up through his hair. He pulls away to wriggle out of his jeans and smear lube onto his cock. This is finally happening. My insides are trembling with excitement and nerves. He’s so large, so powerful. He could hurt me without even trying. But there’s no part of me that believes that’s what’s about to happen.
With a fond look, he uses his free hand to remove my glasses and set them aside. “I, uh, I’ve been tested since the last time. I’m sorry I don’t have any supplies.”
Condoms. I hadn’t even thought of that.
“Me too,” I say quickly. “It’s fine. I mean, I’m fine with it if you’re fine with it.”
He grins. “Hold yourself open for me.”
His low, commanding tone sends a fresh pulse of need through me as I obey. “Like this?”
He doesn’t even look before whispering, “Perfect.” He’s staring into my eyes, and he keeps staring as he slowly, carefully, presses into me. The lube is a little cold, but his cock is hot and hard.
“Breathe,” he reminds me.
I pull oxygen into my lungs and let the air out slowly and he smiles, then his expression melts into one of pure, unguarded, pleasure.
He’s big. He’s stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. He pauses as my muscles adjust around him. I’m impatient to feel him inside me. I try to press up, but hiss at the sting.
“Easy now,” Adam purrs. He rests his forehead against mine and our noses brush. I find his lips and kiss him desperately. I’m tingling all over. My skin feels electric. I touch him everywhere I can reach, our ragged breaths syncing.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as he sinks deeper into me, pain giving way to pleasure as he brushes all my inner walls at once. The pain harmonizes with the pleasure, like bitter cocoa and honey, the sting of the stretch only serving to underscore the full-body sweetness.
He draws out a little, then eases in further with a moan. “You feel so good, Belle. So hot, so tight.” He kisses my temple. “God.”
He moves out and slowly in again. His muscles are tensed. It’s taking all of his restraint to move so slowly.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He laughs against my lips and kisses me. I arch my back, giving him a few more inches and he groans. So I do it again. He moans my name and thrusts the last inch into me. Sweat breaks out across my skin. I’m so full, so stretched. He’s so deep inside me. When he moves, every nerve he’s touching comes alive and shoots pleasure through me all at the same time. I make some sort of sound, I hear it but I’m only fully aware of him, of that place where we connect, how he feels inside me, how we feel together, clutching each other tightly, moving together. I need...
“More…”
He kisses me and thrusts. The sheer power in that thrust. I gasp. “More!”
He pulls out and takes my wrists into his hand again, pushing them above my head as he thrusts into me again. And again. Each thrust sends a fresh surge of pleasure through me.
“Oh my god please fuck me.”
A low chuckle is the only warning I get before he lets go of my wrists, takes hold of my hips and does exactly as I asked. He drills into me and I cry my approval, digging my fingers into his hair and locking my ankles around his back as he impales me. He cants his hips and blinding euphoria blazes across my senses as he finds that spot. The spot he knows so well, and brushes it with every thrust.
He groans and grunts. “God. Shit. Belle. Belle, I…” a growl, his face buried against my neck.
I jam my hips up, meeting his thrusts, digging my heels into his lower back. Pressure begins building at the base of my spine and glorious heat surges through me. I cry out as I hit that peak, that point of no return, and shatter around his giant cock. Pleasure whips through me, sending shudders of bliss through my entire being. I cling to Adam as he calls his own release and goes rigid, then slumps on top of me.
I try to find my breath, my body twitching and shivering like fireworks went off inside me. I tilt my head back, eyes squeezed shut, holding onto the moment.
I curl my fingers into Adam’s hair and turn into his neck. This is it, everything I’ve ever wanted, right here. And I can hold it, and taste it, and feel it.
But soon it will be gone.
I need to commit this moment, this perfect moment, to memory, while I can. Years from now, when I look back on this time, I want to remember everything. I breathe unsteadily and swallow hard.
Adam pulls back, searching my face. “Belle… did I hurt you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m just… I’m just trying to take it all in.”
Adam cleans us off with a warm towel and pulls me into his arms, spooning me while he strokes my skin and kisses my shoulders and the back of my neck. We cuddle together, fighting sleep. As much as I’d like to spend the night like this, I can’t. The children…
My mind drifts, between sleep and wakefulness, thinking about Adam and how lovely he is, and about all the false, unfair things the world believes about him, and about his foundation. About the gala that’s never going to happen. If only there was a way I could help. There must be some way to raise funds. A social media campaign. A GoFundMe?
His room blurs in and out of focus as I struggle to keep my eyes open. I find myself staring at the rolls of wallpaper.
Genuine Morris & Co wallpaper.
I suck in a breath, at once wide awake.
Adam pushes up on his elbow behind me. “What’s wrong?”
“How many rolls of this wallpaper do you have?”