He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't have thought this would happen after watching Brian escape from Veronica's room. He had been seething with jealousy only minutes before.

And now, he held onto Veronica's hips—and she bucked on top of him, moaning in pleasure. He watched in fascination as the woman threw back her head and closed her eyes, feeling his cock inside of her—she licked her lips with a moan.

"Fuck," Adrian's own body responded to her—every time she moaned, his cock enlarged—wanting to go deeper and deeper. He wanted all of her body and she rode him just the same. Veronica's breasts hung outside of her bra and his wandering hands left her hips to grab onto her breasts—her nipples hardened at his touch.

His balls were pulsing into his body—her moans were getting louder, and he wanted to see her come before he did. He stopped his hips from thrusting into her. She looked down at him with confused disappointment.

He chuckled and sat up, his dick pushing against her in a different way. She let out a soft cry. He swiftly pulled her down to the bed and he climbed on top of her.

She looked up at him with large doe-like eyes. He grabbed her by the hips and he slid inside her again. She moaned and he began to thrust into her quickly—he wanted to feel her orgasm—before his own body crumbled by listening to her pleasures. He reached down and placed his fingers gently on her mound, rubbing as he thrust into her—her eyes opened in surprise, her mouth a small O.

She gasped—and she placed her hands onto the bed, pushing herself against him harder—he watched her face in fascination—her expression was pure desire and the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling for the first time. He grinned—his dick still vibrated with the feeling of popping her inside. She looked into his eyes, her dark eyes like the night time sky. His thrusts went frantic, as he leaned his forehead against her—pushing himself completely inside over and over. They locked their gaze, and Veronica's face blushed as she cried out his name.

He couldn't help it, he wanted to see her, "Come for me, Veronica."

He could tell the words rippled through her.

"Yes sir—" she breathed and then her body clenched as she screamed, "My god—Adrian!"

Her body orgasmed under him. His own body reacted instantly—watching her body throb, watching her bite her lip as the orgasm rode through her. He came hard into her—his body exploding with stars in his eyes.

"Fuck—Veronica," he groaned, as he let his head fall into the nape of her neck. He felt like a wave washed over him—sucking out all his energy.

He collapsed on top of her—her chest rising and falling quickly under him. He took several deep breaths—feeling their bodies stick to each other with sweat. Suddenly, he felt her laughter. He propped himself onto his elbows, eying her. She giggled—looking into his eyes, her arms wrapped around his body—as she shivered with delight. Her body was hot.

"I didn't know it could feel so good," she giggled.

He slipped himself out of her, smiling— "Thinking you should have done it sooner?"

She shook her head, "No way—it wouldn't be the same without you." He felt his cheeks get hot—he liked that.

"Thanks," he said, looking into her eyes—he leaned down and kissed her. His lips swept onto hers, tasting her sweet lips. She hummed underneath him.

He pushed himself to the side, and pulled her into his arms. She fit perfectly there. She turned her head into his shoulder, and as he gazed at her, he realized that her eyes lids were drooping—the orgasm tired her out.

He smiled, and pushed a hair from her face. He liked this—he liked her, all of her.

His body thrummed alive still—he enjoyed all of it—and he would like to do it again and again with her.

The thought took him by surprise.

Suddenly, a new feeling washed over him—he realized it. He looked down at himself, naked and wrapping his arms around this voluptuous and beautiful woman, their legs intertwined. He held her close.

He felt fear—because, Adrian realized it was too late. He had gone far too deep.

And, now what was he supposed to do—how was he supposed to leave her behind?

She fell asleep in his arms—and he watched her drift into a comfortable sleep. His emotions weren't so clear now. Every possible situation ran through his head. He gently slipped her out of his arms, and laid her down on the bed—she slept soundly. He got up from the bed and crept towards his phone on the table.

He felt a pang of guilt—he had done so much to her already. He needed to do this, too.

He picked up his phone and finally replied to Meg.

Yes, I'm sure.

Meg would take care of Veronica's debts—and help her along her way. But, Adrian was trying to be realistic.

The gift would be a parting gift—he couldn't actually stay with her.

His heart ached in his chest—his legs felt heavy.

She moaned in the bed, her arms searching for him in her sleep. He crawled back to her, slipping her back into his embrace. She sighed in her sleep when she felt him again.

Her chewed his lip—what had he done? His body had taken over and now—he knew that leaving her—it was necessary.

But, it might also be the hardest thing he's ever had to do.

She moaned in his embrace. Her cheeks were still blushing under the moonlight. She smiled in her sleep.

He pulled her closer into his arms, wrapping the sheets around them.

He pushed the other thoughts away.

For now, though, he could simply enjoy the moment.