16
ADRIANA
I stepped out of the hot shower, the steam fogging up the bathroom mirror. I swept a hand across it and stared at my reflection. My once full face was slimmer, my cheekbones high, my lips fuller. My eyes looked like huge pained orbs as they stared back at me.
I turned away from my reflection feeling ashamed and disappointed at myself. She bothered me, the woman in the mirror. She wasn’t the same woman who had loved her job, who wanted to write. The one who found peace in her words.
No.
This woman was becoming bitter and she still had no idea what it felt like to be loved. And when she’d finally found passion, which she had in the arms of that man, that’s when she decided it was best to run. Hide from her feelings and never have the one thing she wanted more than anything in the world.
I was a complete mess. I wasn’t even gone an hour and I already missed him. I kept checking my phone to see if I had a message from him, any sign that he cared for me. That he missed me too. But after an hour I realized it was over. That I was the one seeing things that weren’t there. I was just a game to him. Someone to confuse, to manipulate. I should have known better.
I combed through my dark tresses, my heart slowly breaking, my breath caught in my throat as tears slowly flowed down my cheeks. The pain was real, which meant my love was also real. My Mother always told me to be careful with my heart. Not to give it to just anyone. I’m too fragile, she said. Anything will shatter me. I wanted to call her and tell her she was right. I am too fragile.
As I combed through my hair I couldn’t stop imagining him. His warmth, his sweetness. He was all in all an amazing man, but he wasn’t mine. He didn’t want to be and that shattered the rest of the pieces. I sat there, alone, my head in my hands and I sobbed. I sobbed for what seemed like hours. At some point, I had fallen asleep only to be startled by a pounding at my door.
I lifted my head and rubbed at my now puffy eyes. The pounding continued, and I could hear the rumble of the heavy lightning right before the strike lit up the hotel room. The pounding continued, and I slowly made my way to the entrance.
“Who is it?” I asked, leaning against the door. The voice that answered shook me to the core.
“Open the door, Sugar. I need to talk to you.”
I gasped and stared at the door handle for a moment. Not letting him in seemed like the logical move, but my heart acted erratically for the man who stood on the other side of that door.
“I know you’re there. I could feel you, Sugar.”
“This is a bad idea, Michael.”
He chuckled. “I never said it was a good one.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as I slid the lock and slowly opened the door. My eyes gazed up at him, he looked like a dark angel coming to sweep me away. He was dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt that was soaked through from the storm outside. He leaned in, his arms raised and perched on the doorframe, and his navy-blue trench coat floated around him. Raindrops dripped down his temples and ran down his sharp nose and full lips. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as if though he’d been running.
“What are you doing here?”
“That’s a good question.” He raised his head, his eyes slowly taking me in.
I hugged my silk robe tightly to me, and it was in that moment that I realized I had fallen asleep with this and nothing else on underneath.
He strode into the hotel room without uttering a single word. His eyes said it all as they roamed over me, and they mirrored my own. Hunger, a need that ran through us both. All these months of playing at what-ifs, and in his expression, I could see he was at his pinnacle. And so was I.
I backed away slowly and he growled in warning as he tore off his trench coat and dropped it on the floor. The rain had soaked through his shirt causing the material to mold to all those muscles. He smirked and undid the buttons one by one. My eyes widened as he took it off, taking his time as I stood there, open-mouthed and ogling his hard pecs, and ripped abs.
Fuck, he was incredible. Tall, broad-chested, muscled, and all man. He was so sexy as he bit his lip, letting his hunger show.
“I want you,” he lunged for me and I held up my hands as he dragged me against him. The drops of rain that clung to his chest seeped through my silk robe. He looked down at my breasts, now protruding lewdly through the gap of the robe. His hands ran up my waist until his hands cupped my mounds. His thumbs reached out, rubbing the silk against my nipples.
“What are you wearing?” He groaned as he leaned down to suckle me.
I cried out as his teeth found my nipple through the thin material. I jerked in his arms as he bit down on it, sending thrills down my spine.
“I’m gonna eat you all up, Sugar. And when I’m done I’m going to do it all over again until you’re screaming my name.”
He lifted me up into his arms and I instantly wrapped my legs around him. I was done fighting him. If he wanted to take, I was willing to give it all to him. I was willing to give myself over for just this night. I needed to feel him again, just once more.
His tongue tasted like hot whiskey and he smelled like fresh rain and rugged male. His lips were hard and punishing. It was a desperate kiss, one filled with all the love and passion he had for me. He never said it, but his touch, and his mouth, and this fire between us spoke mountains.
He laid me down on the bed, the pressure of his body consuming me. The contrast between my softness to his hard planes matched perfectly. I stretched out beneath him and writhed like a cat rubbing against her master. He groaned against my mouth and the sound reverberated through me, making me want to lose control.
I hugged him to me, my hands gliding through his damp hair, gripping him and pressing myself against him. I swore I couldn’t get enough of him. He was beautiful, and at least for tonight, he was mine.
His hands undid the silk robe and he let out a deep rumble that made me part my thighs and lift my hips. He’d found my nakedness and took my breath away as his hands roamed my body. Squeezing and stroking my flesh, his mouth came down over a breast and his tongue fluttered against its tight peak. As it tightened against his tongue, he wrapped his lips around it and bit down, his teeth dragging against the puckered tip. I cried out as he continued to caress and suckle on me.
He hovered above me and with his knee he spread me further, his hand landing on my mound. “You wet for me, kitten?”
“Nnnngh, yes,” I hissed the word as his fingers slid up my slit dragging my dew along to my clit.
He hummed against my temple as he coated his fingers with me, only to dip them and rim my entrance. My hips rocked up and down needing him to take more.
“Mmmm, I want to fuck you my fiery temptress. I want to drag out screams of pleasure you never thought you had in you.”
“Oh God,” my voice cracked into a whimper as his fingers sank into me.
“Are you going to wrap this tight little pussy around my cock the same way, Sugar?”
He nuzzled my neck and I swear I purred.
“Tighter,” I managed to breathe out, which in turn drove him wild as he curled his fingers and pumped his fist bringing me to my first earth-shattering orgasm. I gripped his biceps as he drove me over the edge, and as I shattered and cried out I felt his body slide down my own. Before I could say anything, I was caught up in a silent scream as his mouth found my clit. It flicked and twirled deliciously as he held my thighs propped open. He wanted to drive me to that brink again just like he had before.
His eyes met mine from between my thighs and I gasped. “Cum for me, Sugar. Cum on Daddy’s tongue.”
“Fuck!” I screamed as the dirtiness of his words swept through me and I did just as he demanded. My hands tugging his hair as my hips danced along his face.
He smirked up at me, my body shuddering as he continued to stroke my clit with his tongue. After a moment, he knelt in front me, undoing his belt.
He smiled as he teased me, and I took my eyeful of his taut muscles in the dim light.
“Like what you see, Sugar?”
“Maybe,” I whispered softly and bit my lip as he began undoing the button of his jeans. The trail of dark hair that fell to below the waistband had my mouth watering.
He chuckled as he kicked off his pants and faced me still wearing his underwear. The bulge in his pants tented his black briefs and my eyes grew wider. He slowly dragged them down and I couldn’t keep my eyes away from his cock as it stretched out, standing erect to his full length. Not only was he long, but he was also hard and thick, a perfectly mushroomed head with pulsing veins that ran along the base. And as I watched him, I couldn’t help but run my fingers down the center of my slit.
He grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me down to the edge of the bed. I sighed and writhed against him as his swollen cock slid through my folds. “I’m going to enter this tight soaking underused pussy of yours, and I’m going to make it mine.”
“It’s already yours, Michael,” His name got caught in my throat as his cock entered me hard and thick, stretching me and using me as he said he would.
My legs raised and wrapped around him, toes curling, heels pressed against his muscled buttocks as his hips dipped and rolled against me. The muscles in his back rippled beneath my fingertips as he worked to keep his controlled tempo.
His cock gave a steady pulse inside of me and I was teetering on the brink of ecstasy, but I held it back. I didn’t want it to end, because when it ended it would be time to say goodbye, and I wasn’t ready yet.
His eyes met mine and they smoldered like hot honeyed bourbon.
“Your body was made for me,” he whispered as he curled his arms beneath me, his hands cradling my shoulders as he brought us closer together.
Our bodies began to grind and undulate, each sweep of his tongue and thrust of his cock made me arch my back, smashing my breasts up into his chest. I wanted to feel him everywhere, I needed to be consumed.
He teased me, controlling my pleasure. One moment I was crying out as he fucked me hard and rough, the next I was moaning and whimpering in his ear as he decreased his tempo, dragging his cock in and out of me slowly, taking his sweet damn time as he made love to me, all the while whispering deliciously dirty words that made me pant with need.
“Is my pussy feeling taken care of?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered needily as I dragged my nails down his back while he grinded his pelvis against my clit.
Rolling those hips, he’d shove himself hard and deep against me causing a delicious ripple of pleasure to run through me.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” I confessed in my lustful state.
He bit my neck and I shuddered.
“Harder,” I whispered in his ear and he growled for me and bit down harder, my pussy clinging to him, knowing that his mark was being left on my delicate flesh.
I needed those marks, I wanted to see them for weeks after, I wanted to remember him for a little bit longer.
“I want you to cum all over me, Sugar. I need my cock covered in your honey.”
“Yes,” I breathed as my body reacted to his sinfulness.
“You belong to me. Say it!”
I bit my tongue, wanting-no, needing to be his.
“Say it,” he gritted out, demanding I voice what would never be.
Yet I knew it to be true. After this moment I was his, even if he could never be mine.
I cupped his cheeks and his eyes met mine in a heated glare.
“Say it,” he whispered, almost pleading with me.
“I’m yours, Michael. I’ll always be yours.”
His lips captured mine as he catapulted us into a frenzy of heated moans, undulating bodies, and hard steady strokes that made us both cry out as we shattered. My legs tightened their hold around him as shuddered whispers fell from my lips. His muscles ripples and his body shook along mine as we came undone together.