Chapter 8
Vanessa
Sunday
I squealed with laughter as Adam climbed onto the couch in front of me and edged his way between my thighs. My heart began to race as I lay back against the soft fabric of the cushions.
He towered over me, running his hands along my thighs. I threw my head back in response, eliciting a passionate sigh. Electric tingles buzzed with heat along the skin where he had touched me in delicious, slow strokes that left me gasping and wanting more. Oh, please don’t stop.
His groin pressed against me, rocking slightly, and I could feel the prominent bulge of his erection. The size of it made me squirm with anticipation and look up at him in yearning. My hands slid down his muscled chest, and I let out an involuntary sigh. If I had known the perfection that lay underneath his clothes, I would have torn them off much sooner.
He watched me, bringing his hands up to my cheek, and kissed me passionately on the mouth. “Adam, I want you.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead against mine, and said, “God, I want you, too.”
I smothered the end of his response with my kiss and teased him playfully with my tongue. His hands felt their way up my waist, caressing the naked skin until they came to the fabric of my bra. He paused for a moment, looking up at me with fire in his eyes and slid his hand underneath the fabric before kissing me passionately on the mouth.
My gasp was smothered by his kisses, and I arched my back toward him, not wanting to let that feeling go. His breath was somewhat ragged, and he smelled of alcohol from the beer that we’d been drinking.
He took the fleshy mound into his hand and kneaded the creamy flesh, tugging me gently on the nipple. I squealed again in shock and rocked my body against him in a take-me fashion. Adam sighed as he lifted the cup of my bra and saw for himself the way that he was touching me.
“Vanessa, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, dipping down to put his lips around the blushing pink of my areola.
“Augh!!!”
Adam didn’t stop there; he used his other hand to grasp me firmly by the other side and thrust his growing erection into me. He sucked and licked and teased my body in every conceivable way imaginable. It almost felt like I was dreaming; I faded from one wave of ecstasy to a completely different one. All of it was incredible.
I just smiled, biting my lip as I closed my eyes and gripped the fabric of this comforter panting. “Ahhh! Your hands are incredible,” I told him breathlessly.
Adam smiled wickedly when he looked up at me and said, “Oh, you like that?”
I nodded vigorously as he slipped one hand into the fabric of my panties and brushed his fingers against the delicate hairs framing my womanhood. He traced swirls and dainty caresses across them as I spread my legs even father to give him access. As he found the cluster of nerves he was looking for, I cried out in pleasure and threw my head back against a pillow.
“Oh, Vanessa. You’re so sweet,” he purred seductively. “I want you to remember this and how good I make you feel.”
I nodded as he went to work, using his long nimble fingers to bring me to the brink of ecstasy. It didn’t take long before the feel of him teasing at my entrance was not enough. Adam tested if I was ready by dipping his finger just inside. Only one at first to ease me into it, then adding a second shortly after. The languished strokes were able to fill me up completely.
I could barely see straight with the rush of blood coursing through my body. His delicate musings set my skin on fire. Every stroke was measured and deliberate, aiming to bring me right to the apex of my climax. No one had ever touched me quite like this before. None of my other boyfriends, no products bought at an online sex store, not even me. My hips bucked against him, wanting more, and I whimpered slightly.
Adam watched me gasp and sigh with each wave of pleasure, loving the sounds I made. His eyes were dark when he abruptly pulled the fingers out of me and removed the rest of my garments completely. My bra and underwear were cast shamelessly to the floor as he climbed on top of me again, his budging member twitching near my entrance.
I wasn’t sure if it was my current state of inebriation allowing me to be so wanton or if it was just something about Adam that let me come undone. Either way, I couldn’t seem to help myself.
He looked up briefly and met my eyes, asking the question we both knew the answer to. I responded instantly, “Yes.”
In a swift, fluid motion, he entered me completely, and I welcomed him with a cry of release. My teenage self would never have believed that such a thing was possible. It was everything I wanted it to be and more.
Adam Hillis is a sex god.
Soon, we were moving together in a frenzied passion. I met his tempo easily and knotted my fingers in the back of his hair. Our drunken selves were deliriously thrusting against each other in the heat of passion. I closed my eyes and panted breathlessly in time with him, reaching around to grasp him by the shoulders.
“Adam, don’t stop! Please…it’s so good!”
“Anything you want, baby.”
I couldn’t even think coherently as our bodies melted into one another. Everything was a blur of kisses and touching, and he found places on my body I didn’t even know existed. His hands, body, and tongue found every surface of my skin. I didn’t allow myself to think about it; all I wanted was to feel his hands on me, and then I felt satisfied when they touched me in exactly the right places.
I was not sure how long we stayed like that, trapped in our own private world bubble with one another. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he thrust into me again and again. His deep brown hair was tousled and messy from my fingers running through it. I loved knowing that I had done that to him, that he was as unhinged and lost in the throes as I was.
It was like an itch that was finally being scratched, with years of frustration leading up to it.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I was delirious from panting out his name. His arms were wrapped around me as he cried my name out in response. “Ugh, Vanessa!”
We reached our climax together, and I fell back onto the couch completely spent. Adam lay on top of me, still gasping for breath, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. My body still tingled from the release of my orgasm, and it took a few moments for my breathing to return to normal.
For a moment, we both stayed there quietly. I stared up at the ceiling during the aftermath with a thousand ideas running through my head. All at once, the realization of what just happened came crashing down on me, and I sobered up immediately.
Oh no. No, no, no! Shit, I’ve ruined everything.
Before I got distracted by the seductive kisses, I planned on telling him I’d decided to move in. I was actually looking forward to it. Now, it seemed like that possibility was no longer a viable option. Not after what had happened.
On the one hand, it was the greatest sex of my life with the man of my childhood dreams. But on the other, I had probably just ruined the only chance of getting out of my parents’ house for good.
Vanessa, you’re an idiot!
My heart started racing once again, but not from arousal this time; it was fear. Fuck.
I messed up. I messed up bad. I should have never allowed this to happen.
His body was warm and heavy lying on top of me, but I knew I had to get out of here somehow. “Adam?”
He grunted softly in acknowledgment, but made no move to let me leave. “Adam, I have to go.”
“Ungh… ”
I looked up at the clock on his wall and realized it was almost two in the morning. We were both liquored up; he would be passed out for the night. Will he even remember this?
Carefully, I squirmed out from underneath him and started gathering my clothes. Adam looked so peaceful as I looked back at him on the couch; it made it difficult to leave. I quickly pulled back on the clothes that I’d been wearing and dressed myself in the living room. I wondered briefly if I should throw a blanket on him and found one folded up in the linen closet.
Part of me felt guilty for leaving him like that, but I was too embarrassed to face him. I could only imagine what he would think of me after he woke up. I couldn’t bear to have him look at me that way.
I knew it would be freezing cold outside, and I was not looking forward to it, but the urgency to leave kept me walking toward the doorway. I gazed back at him over my shoulder while I was pulling on my jacket and smiled to myself slightly before opening the door and stepping out onto the curb to hail a taxi.
Snow was falling slowly in the frosty air, and the moon was full and bright. I sighed while holding out my thumb and eventually a yellow cab pulled up alongside. I waved appreciatively before hopping in the back. “Where to, Miss?”
I gave him my parents’ address and leaned back against my seat. Oh, Vanessa… What were you thinking?