He traced his thumb over the strip of bare skin that was exposed to the air between the top of my pants and the bottom of my shirt, and all at once any thoughts of romance dropped from my head and all I wanted to do was fuck him.

“How far did you say your place was?” I asked, trying to sound casual and failing dismally. He grinned down at me.

“Just around the corner,” he gestured ahead of us, and then leaned in close to my ear to whisper.

“Or I’m sure we could find a car if you’re that desperate.”

His teasing little words plus the feel of his hot breath against my skin was enough to send a sharp shiver up my spine. Fuck, I needed this guy – I needed him now. I walked faster and he hurried to keep up, and before I knew it we had come to a halt outside an enormous apartment building that seemed to tower a million miles into the air.

"You live here?" I gaped. I thought back to my tiny apartment and felt a little twinge in my stomach. He really was on a whole different planet.

“Yep,” he replied, nodding at the doorman who let us in with a small smile and a glance between the two of us.

“Please tell me you’re on the top floor, too,” I teased as we stepped into the elevator, and he shrugged.

“Penthouse apartment,” he grinned. “Nothing less.”

As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, he was on me - it was the fastest I'd seen him move in his life, and I watched all those videos of him demolishing the defenses of the best teams in the world. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close against him, so I could feel his hard body through the thin t-shirt he had on. He pressed his mouth into my neck and kissed me lightly, the sensation a contrast with the harshness of his hands as they moved to grope my ass and my thighs.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned. “I missed this.”

"Me too," I gasped, and he finally moved his head to kiss me properly. We didn't take our time, instantly losing ourselves to the moment as he backed me up against the wall and caught my wrists lightly in his hands, pushing them up so they were either side of me. I was helpless under his grip – but even if he hadn't laid a hand on me, I would have done anything at all that he wanted. He had me under his spell, a silly phrase that I never thought had any bearing in reality – until that moment.

He reached around and slammed his hand against the button next to the door, and the elevator ground to a halt. I turned to see what he’d done, and I gaped when I saw that he’d hit the emergency stop button.

“Holy fuck, Adam,” I gasped. “Are you serious? We could get into so much trouble…”

“I don’t care,” he panted into my ear, slipping his hand down the front of my pants with ease. “I want to fuck you right here, right now. That okay with you?”

I was about to protest, but then his fingers found my clit and he stroked me lightly, one hand planted above my head as he looked down at me intently to read my reaction.

“Yeah,” I breathed, arching my hips up to allow him easier access. “Fuck, yes.”

He pushed two fingers inside of me and stretched me a little, forcing me to suck in a sharp breath of surprise. Fuck, but it felt good. I squirmed against his hand and he watched me, our bodies far enough apart that the space between us felt like a palpable, living thing. I wanted to fuck him, wanted him to take me right there and then, but I didn't know how long we had and I didn't want to be caught with my pants down. Literally.

“We’ve got as long as we need,” he assured me, reading my mind and leaning in to kiss me once more. “Trust me.”

“Something tells me this isn’t the first time you’ve done this,” I grinned into the kiss, and he shrugged and he shifted his thumb up to stroke my clit in time with the movement of his fingers inside me.

"No comment," he breathed in my ear, and just like that, any doubts I might have had about the scenario vanished. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in as close as I could, grinding my hips against his hand and moaning loudly. I had waited long enough – I needed him, now. I had never felt anything like the surge of desire that shot through me at that moment, and as his other hand traveled down my back to cup my ass, I felt almost dizzy with need for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, clinging to him for dear life, and wondered for a moment how the hell I'd ended up here. And how the hell I'd gone so long without him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured in my ear, and he pulled his fingers from my panties and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked and licked on them hungrily, staring up into his eyes as I did so, and he grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the then metal handrail that ran around the edge of the elevator. I wrapped my legs around him and drew him in close, and before I knew it he had squirmed his hand beneath me and was peeling off my pants and underwear. He grabbed the top of my shirt and yanked it down, hooking his fingers beneath the bra and drawing one of my nipples into his mouth as he undressed me. Was it always going to be like this? This urgent, this desperate, this…perfect? I pushed the thought from my head as I clutched at him, letting my head tilt back as he moved back up my body and peppered kisses all along my throat as he went.

Pulling a condom from his pocket, he sheathed himself as quickly as he could. I heard the little rip of foil as he paused for a second as he slid the condom over his dick. I looked down at him hungrily as he did so, my pussy already aching for his dick. It was as though we'd been built to fit together like this, as if we were a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces. He looked me dead in the eye as he positioned himself against my slit, and slowly, slowly eased himself inside of me.

“Holy shit,” he growled, running his hand up my back and tugging on my hair lightly. I couldn’t find the words to articulate how it felt, and all I managed in response was a dizzy, desirous moan. He thrust up and I tightened my legs around his waist, loving the way he felt, loving how powerful he was beneath me. I did my best to rock my hips back down to meet him, moving in time to his deep thrusts, but I was at his mercy – Adam was holding me up, more or less, and he was the one setting the pace. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me, our tongues meeting once more as he began to move faster.

“Fuck, Sam,” he groaned in my ear, and I loved hearing my name on his lips – it sent a shock of passion through my body and I raked my fingers down his back approvingly. He leaned over and lightly bit my lip, his thrust growing deeper and more rhythmic with every passing second.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned, clenching my teeth and tensing my jaw as I felt everything between my legs start to tingle with anticipation. One of my shoes fell off as I curled my toes, but I couldn’t have cared less. All that mattered to me was feeling him come, feeling his cock deep inside me as I reached my own climax, seeing the look on his face as he-

"Ah!" I cried out as the orgasm hit me, my entire body going limp in his arms as I lost myself completely to the feeling. I had to press my head against his shoulder to keep from falling over, my limbs weak and trembling as my pussy pulsed with pleasure. He kissed that spot between my neck and my ear, that sensitive little stretch of skin that felt so good that it was almost too much, and came himself, thrusting up hard and letting out a long, slow breath as his body relaxed. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us coming back down to Earth slowly like feathers drifting on the breeze.

“Shit,” He muttered. “We probably shouldn’t wait around like this.”

“Agreed,” I grinned, reaching for my shoe and doing up my pants. “That was…”

“Wait till I show you what I can do in the comfort of my own home,” He cocked an eyebrow, and leaned down to kiss me once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, inhaling his scent and enjoying the closeness of him. This might be hard, but it was right. So obviously, blatantly, brilliantly right.