LUCIEN

 

SHE LOVES ME.

Adeline fucking loves me.

The thought is so unfathomable that part of me thinks that maybe I dreamt the whole thing several nights ago.  That maybe my nightmare had turned into the most delirious hallucination where the girl of my dreams confessed her love for me.

It's right out of one of those romantic-comedy movies that Adeline keeps forcing me and Jackson to watch.  At first, I hated the lovey-dovey shit, but I've grown to look forward to our movie nights together.

She's changing me.

And I'm not strong enough to resist her any longer.

On one such movie night, Jackson is lounging on a couch adjacent to the one Adeline and I are on in the large den.  The room is equipped with two leather recliner sofas, state-of-the-art equipment with surround sound speakers located throughout the room, and a collection of movies that I had special ordered to suit Adeline's tastes, much to Jackson's dismay.

I sit with my back pushed up against the arm of the couch and my long legs stretched out in front of me, watching Adeline's tight, round ass bobbing in the air as she bends over to place a disc into the DVD player.

Adeline picked the movie, just like always.  And even though Jackson and I both moan and groan about her choices, secretly I think we both enjoy these movie nights with Adeline just as much as she does.

A grin is on her face as she walks towards me, and I can't help but smile.  She's always making me smile.  I open my arms up for her as she sits down between my legs.

And as my girl curls up against me with her back to my chest and her head tucked under my chin, I can't help but long for her even when she's right next to me…even when she's in my arms.

I never want to let her go, and I can't help but wonder is that what love is?  Is this what it feels like to be in love?

I have no idea since I've never felt this way before about anyone…and, truthfully, never even thought I would ever feel this way.

However, I don't think I could ever say the words out loud even if that's truly how I felt.  Too many bad memories are tied up, mixed in and jumbled with those words…and I just can't shake them.

Sometimes I just wish I was fucking normal.  It makes me so angry that I can't give Adeline everything that she desires and deserves.

When she looks up at me with that beautiful face that I can't stop looking at and those emerald orbs that I dream about, I lean down and press my mouth against hers in a fevered kiss.

If I can't speak the words out loud as to how I feel about her, the least I can do is show her.  She deserves that much at the very least.

I pull her up towards me, wanting her closer.  Then I trail my fingertips down her neck and brush them over her pebbled nipple pressed against the material of her thin t-shirt.  She's not wearing a bra, and she knows how fucking hot that makes me.  It makes me wonder if she's not wearing any panties either, and I can't fucking wait to find out.

Movie forgotten, my fingers find their way under the band of her soft, navy shorts.  And when I brush against her bare pussy, I groan out loud.  "Naughty girl," I whisper into her ear.

She giggles softly and gives me a grin that has my heart skipping a beat.  Her legs stretch out on the couch and slowly part, giving me access as I finger her.  Two and then three fingers sink into her wet heat as I rub my palm against her clit.

Her breathing suddenly picks up, and I tilt her face back to me and capture her lips with mine.  I force my tongue into her mouth, devouring her as I bring her closer and closer to orgasm.

I swallow her moans as she squirms under me.  I'm fingering her fast, wanting a quick orgasm out of her.  Her fingernails playfully bite into my arm, but she doesn't push me away.  No.  My girl holds me in place and pulls me closer, wanting me to make her come just as much as I want her to.

Adeline has become insatiable for me just as much as I have been for her.  We could fuck all day and all night and never get enough of each other.  I could easily spend the rest of my life in bed with her, never leaving other than to maybe eat and shower.

My obsession hasn't cooled one bit over the past several months, and I know I'll never grow tired of her.

As her delicious tightness starts to grip my fingers, I release her mouth to hear her sweet moans.  Her body trembles against me as she rides out wave after wave.  Her wetness floods my fingers, and I fucking love every second of it.

She comes down from her high and smiles up at me.

"Fuck that was hot," Jackson groans, breaking me out of the spell Adeline has me under.

I stare down at Adeline, afraid of her reaction that we both forgot we had an audience.  Her eyes widen before she begins to laugh, and I love that fucking sound.  I chuckle and give her a quick kiss before sitting up and tucking her under my arm once more.

I glare at Jackson, who's sitting at a nearby couch with a guilty grin on his face.

I shake my head at him and turn my attention back to the movie.  But even when I try to concentrate on the screen, I just can't.  I wrap my arm around Adeline and pull her closer to me.  She can never be close enough, and I can never hold her tightly enough.  I'm so afraid of losing her that it keeps me up at night.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling that someday someone will try to take her from me.  I pray that they know I'll go to the end of the fucking earth for this girl and never underestimate the lengths that I'll take to get her back.

Sighing contentedly, Adeline nonchalantly stretches and brushes her hand over my hard cock in my pants.  She looks up and gives me a naughty grin that lets me know she knew exactly what she was doing.

My sweet girl wants more?  I'll give her more.

Jackson's going to get one hell of a show tonight.