Chapter Eight

We stumble into my apartment like a pair of over-sexed teenagers finally given a chance to be alone. Images of every excited couple in cinematic history fumbling over each other as they enter a room flash briefly through my head before Adam gives me another mind-clearing kiss and I actually swoon because of it.

My kitchen’s right by the front door and I’m grateful it’s so close because I push him immediately into the island and kick the door shut behind us. Breaking our kiss may be one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, but I manage because I want things like ‘clothing’ out of the way as quickly as possible.

Cutting out early from work is something I’m allowed to do as the boss, so I’ve taken advantage of it. Somehow, we both knew we had to get somewhere we could be alone, and quick. My apartment was closer than his hotel.

I yank the scarf from his neck and push his shirt up. Adam helps me get it over his head before tossing it away. He kisses me again while his fingers work the buttons of my shirt. We’re frantic and erratic, but this time it has nothing to do with possibly being caught. This time, it’s because we want each other that much.

Adam finishes unbuttoning my shirt about the same time I get his jeans open. I shrug the garment off, but when he reaches for me again to pull me back to his chest, I don’t let him. Instead, I wrap my hand around his dick and delight in the sound he makes. Before his mind can adjust, I lower myself to my knees, nipping playfully at his exposed skin as I do.

He’s gone completely still, silently and impatiently awaiting whatever it is I plan to do to him, but he doesn’t have to wait long. Staring up at him through my lashes, I slowly run the flat of my tongue up the length of his shaft.

“Fuck,” leaves his parted lips on a breath, and that combined with the intense look in his eyes is all the encouragement I need to continue.

When I reach the head, I trace it briefly with my tongue before sliding him into my mouth. A deep, guttural and borderline grateful sound echoes in his throat as I take him in as far as I can. I start to suck his dick, stroking whatever I can’t fit. Adam’s a big guy and honestly, I can’t deep throat him, but I’m sure to make up for it.

He laces his fingers through my hair and grips it tightly causing me to moan. I’ve always loved having my hair pulled and apparently the sound I make, or the vibrations it causes, is exactly what he wants, because he does it again and I repeat the reaction.

I continue to work on him, sucking as hard as I can while I grip him tight. I’m rewarded by his heavy breathing and every time I glance up, I see him staring down at me with eyes clouded in desire. It sends tingles throughout my body, all centralizing between my thighs.

“Just like that…” he says in a thick voice. His hips start to move in time with me. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

I intensify my actions with every intention of making him come, but apparently, Adam has other ideas. As his grip in my hair tightens again and I sense he’s close, he suddenly pulls himself out of my mouth. I stare up at him with mild confusion, but the expression fades the instant I see his penetrating stare.

“Not yet,” he breathes as he helps me to my feet. “Keep goin’ like that, it’ll be over too soon.”

“A little pent up?” I openly tease.

He chuckles darkly, flashing those panty-drenching dimples I’ve missed so much. Without missing a beat, he wraps his massive hands around my ass and lifts me into the air. It sends the same shock through my body it always does and I cling to him. My apartment is a small loft, which means it’s entirely open, so he only has to walk about ten feet to my bed, which he does.

“Maybe you’re just that good?” he sends back without missing a beat. We topple onto my bed, and he kisses me again. I can feel his cock pressing against my stomach and all I can think is how badly I want it inside me. Thankfully, he seems to want it just as much.

When we part, Adam immediately strips me of my slacks and panties, even yanking off my heels in the process. Smiling, I barely manage a giggle before he takes my hips and rolls me onto my stomach. I comply without question as he pulls me onto my knees, effectively presenting my ass to him. Only a moment later, he thrusts into me.

I don’t have to stifle my cry. I don’t have to be quiet. For the first time ever with Adam, I don’t have to worry about being overheard, so I happily let him hear how good he feels.

Holding my hips tight, Adam begins to drive into me. There’s no hesitation this time. No pause. He’s been craving me as much as I have him, so he fucks me like he’ll never get another chance, and I love him for it.

My breath is stolen as he slams into me. I press my chest against my bed, clinging desperately to my blankets while he sends me reeling. I gasp each time he impales me, moaning whenever he buries his cock inside me because he’s the only man who’s ever made me dizzy with passion.

“Yes,” I whimper as his speed increases. “Fuck me. God, yes.”

Adam complies. I reach between my legs and rub my sensitive bud, sending even more pleasure racing through me, and it takes no time for me to finally come. His name leaves my lips on an orgasmic scream, and I’m left quivering.

I’m doing my best to recover because I want even more of him, but he’s thrown me so deeply into euphoria that I can’t manage the simple task. Thankfully, he slows shortly after I come and eventually stops. While I’m struggling to gain my wits, he pulls out of me and lets me fall onto my back. Adam’s on me again in an instant, pressing his heated body to mine and guiding my legs around his hips. I tear my eyes open to meet his gaze. He’s grinning, but his frustration is evident. I’m a little surprised he managed to stop once, let alone twice.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he teases in a voice so twisted with unanswered lust it barely sounds like him. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

My brows tug together. I know it’s not a threat, but I don’t know how he expects me to be able to walk if he has more of that in store for me. Then again, maybe he doesn’t.

Adam slips back inside me and my eyes flutter as a result. I grip his back, digging my fingernails into his skin as he starts to move. He dips forward and kisses my neck, nuzzling within my hair as he does.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He groans as he continues to gain speed. “The way you feel.” His pace increases. “The way you taste.” I feel his lips again. He draws back a moment later and I force my eyes open so I can see his handsome face. “I love you, so goddamn much.” He starts slamming into me hard enough the bed bounces beneath us. “Tell me you love me, too.”

“Yes,” I gasp when his hand disappears between our bodies and he begins to caress my clit.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His words come out as a growl. He has to be close.

“Yes,” I whimper. He’s pushing me into another orgasm, but the truth is, I’m not certain my last one ended.

“Come on,” he urges as he struggles to make me come before him. “One more, baby.” My body ignites again at his prompting and the seductive words he’s already spoken. A second wave of the same orgasm washes through me and when my already quivering pussy clenches down around his dick again, that’s all it takes. Adam growls my name as he comes inside me, spilling himself and releasing all of his pent-up frustrations. I wrap my arms around him, pulling his sweating body to mine, and hold him tight. I can feel his shoulders shaking and it makes me feel better knowing he’s as satisfied as I am.

I’m close to drifting off when I feel his hand glide up the side of my neck before disappearing in my hair. My body’s so sensitive that it makes me tingle. With his face still buried in my hair, Adam kisses whatever exposed skin he can.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. I don’t even know how we end up lying side by side with his arms wrapped around me. My mind is blissfully empty as we both slip into slumber exhausted and happy.

Our nap only lasts a few minutes, though, or maybe an hour at most. Truthfully, I’m not sure either of us ever really falls asleep to begin with. I think a part of our brains remains constantly aware that the person we want more than anything is with us. At least, that’s how it feels for me.

What follows our shallow nap is hours of sex, laughing, talking, and everything in between. We explore one another completely because we have nowhere else to be. I’ve never felt like this for someone before, so it’s new to me, but I’m more than willing to see where it goes with Adam … and that’s not something I ever thought I’d say. Through the years we’d fight, tease, and bait one another. He’d go out of his way to annoy me and frustrate me. He pokes and prods and drives me completely insane every chance he gets. And I love him for it.

The End