Chapter One
Thanksgiving Day
I sat bolt-upright so forcefully that I threw Adam off of me and right out of bed. He landed on the floor with a thump looking startled.
“Hey! What did I do?” he asked in a groggy voice.
I was trembling, my heart pounding so hard, it felt like I was standing next to a speaker at a rock concert. I looked down at my left hand in a panic and immediately released a ragged breath. Relief washed over me when I saw the ring in the morning light.
“You left,” I whispered hoarsely. I looked around and saw the familiar black and gray décor of Adam’s bedroom and calmed down a little more.
“You kicked me out of bed,” he reminded me, picking himself back up and crawling under the covers with me again. My gaze traveled over to him, morning scruff on his chin, dark hair rumpled from sleep – beautiful.
“In my dream. You left me,” I explained. Even saying the words made me shudder. He noticed and pulled me into his arms. They were strong arms. Adam worked out and his muscles were hard and well-defined. He was so much bigger than me and I loved it.
“I’m not leaving, you nutty broad.” He stroked my hair gently. “It’s my apartment.” I leaned back and glared at him, but his smile softened me again and I snuggled back into his embrace.
“It’s just subconscious fear. I’m afraid that if I love you too much you’ll reject me.” I felt him tense and hug me tighter.
“No other woman has ever been able to get me as worked up as you do.” He took my hand and guided it to the familiar bulge pressing against my leg. “In more ways than one.”
“Maybe you should reassure me.” I really wanted him to reassure me actually.
“I’ll give you a good reassuring, baby,” he replied with a laugh and a lecherous look, pushing me onto my back. In seconds, his head was between my legs and his tongue was stroking my clit. I moaned and grabbed his hair, grinding against him.
“Please, Adam.” I gasped.
“Please what?” he mumbled, and the vibration of his words drove me into a frenzy.
“Please!” I cried again, voice rising in volume and pitch. Arching my back, I yanked on his hair so hard it’s a wonder that I didn’t pull it out.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, just before his tongue swept up inside me. I moaned again, louder this time. Frankly, I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. Then, it soaked into my lust-drenched brain that I wanted him to fill me up. Completely. I wanted to feel claimed.
“Fuck me!” I cried out urgently. “Please Adam! I need you to f**k me. Everywhere! I want you to show me I’m completely yours.” I felt him pause as what I was saying sunk in. He looked up at me questioningly. “My mouth.” I panted. “My pussy.” I paused. “Everywhere.”
His dark eyes burned with almost predatory excitement. Slowly, he crawled up over me, that hot gaze never leaving mine. When he was kneeling over me, positioned just above my mouth, he reached down and gently tilted my head back.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” he said in a quietly firm voice that thrilled me so much that it made me shiver.
I reached up and guided him between my lips as he braced his hands against the headboard and adjusted his angle. Then he pushed down slowly and slid up against the back of my throat, pausing to see if he would gag me. The angle worked and he didn’t. Grabbing his ass tightly, I eased him down even more, relaxing and accepting him. He groaned as he slid deeper. I concentrated on keeping my muscles loose and trusted him not to lose control. His breathing turned ragged as he started moving. The research for my erotic romance novels was paying off. I had figured out how to deep throat without injuring either one of us.
His heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure filled the room. He kept saying my name over and over, and hearing him so far gone almost made me come. His rhythm eventually faltered and his muscles became as tense as piano wire. I knew those were his signs. I could read his body as well as he could read mine.
“I can’t … Oh fuck! I’m coming, Lily!” He clutched my head with one hand, grabbing onto my hair; then he shuddered and stilled. I swallowed and he made an almost desperate sound.
After a few seconds, he eased out of my mouth and laid down beside me, rolling over and kissing me deeply. I loved that he kissed me. I knew he was showing me that even though we were being wild, he didn’t see me as a whore. It was great to have a partner who you could be down and dirty with, knowing he would never make you feel like trash.
When we had kissed and cuddled for a while, I reached down between his legs and gently rubbed his balls to remind him that we weren’t done yet. That beautiful c**k responded like it belonged to a seventeen year-old.
“Do you still want me to …?” he began.
“Are you okay with that?” I interrupted.
“Sure, if you are. Have you ever done that?” he asked, watching me stroke him.
“Yes. Does that disappoint you?” I asked, tensing up a little.
“No. Why should it?” I sighed and relaxed again. I loved that he didn’t care.
“I figured maybe you wanted to go to uncharted territory. Isn’t that a guy thing?”
“Some guys. I don’t need to be the first as long as I’m the last.” He reached up and started kneading my breast and I sighed as a warm wave of pleasure rolled down over my tummy. “So we should probably start off the traditional way.”
“Would it totally ruin the mood if I asked for a private moment to prepare myself first?” I asked, giving him a significant look.
“Uh, no. It’s rather considerate actually. Do you mind if I read one of your books while I wait? I believe I recall a scene in the third one that would set the mood perfectly.”
“Go right ahead.” I smiled gratefully and headed off for the bathroom.
Here was a moment I would probably never mention in one my books. While most romance novels didn’t describe details like preparing yourself for anal sex, most real people didn’t say “puckered love bud” either.
A few minutes later, I returned to the bedroom where Adam held his iPad in one hand and himself in the other. God, I loved watching him do that, especially, knowing it was my writing that was turning him on. He looked so sexy, flushed and breathing quickly. I swallowed hard and felt a heavy ache develop between my legs. He looked up then and his eyes raked over my body.
“Come here Lily,” he said in a tone that made me shiver again. He put his iPad on the bedside table and I walked over to him on rubbery legs. He shifted up onto his knees and grabbed a couple of pillows, positioning them in the middle of the bed. “Crawl up here and lean over the pillows,” he said firmly.
I was breathing quickly, and I could feel my skin flushing everywhere, as my pu**y started to throb. He looked over at my side of the bed and I followed his gaze. On my bedside table sat a bottle of lube, a condom and my vibrator. Okay – that, I had never done. Considering Adam’s size, I wondered if everything would fit.
“You want me to use that too?”
“I want to make sure that you come, but it will also make you incredibly tight. I’ll probably even be able to feel the vibration.”
I didn’t ask him how he knew that. I had already decided to just appreciate the fact that I was now the sole beneficiary of his extensive sexual experience. If he didn’t judge, then neither would I. Besides, I wrote erotic novels. I wasn’t exactly closed-minded. Obviously.
I nodded, and before I assumed the position, he kissed me gently and told me he loved me. Then, I did what he told me to do, leaning over the pillows, turning my head to the side and feeling the smooth coolness of the sheets against my cheek and my breasts. He adjusted my legs to how he wanted them, and gently pressed down on my lower back, which raised my bottom up further. I felt the air against me. I was wide open to him, and completely vulnerable, but I trusted him completely. He began by massaging me gently, starting at my hips, and slowly working his way inward and down toward my center.
“So beautiful, Lily. You’re swollen and wet and ready for me.” I knew how ready I was when he slipped two fingers inside me and easily added a third. It felt so good, and I pressed against his hand, wanting more and more.
“You see how much I want you?” I asked in a shaky voice, slightly muffled against the sheets. “I want you as close as you can be to me. I want to be filled with you.”
His fingers slid out and he positioned himself at my entrance. Grabbing my h*ps tightly, he slowly slid inside me until I had taken him up to the hilt. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him. No matter how ready I was, there was a whole lot of Adam to love.
“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely. “So much warmer inside.”
“So deep this way,” I rasped, and he began sliding in and out as I whimpered with pleasure, feeling lightheaded and boneless, just lying there letting him take me. It was more than physical. Every time he filled me completely, I felt calmer and safer. As I felt the pressure begin to build, I spoke up. “Adam, please. Everywhere.”
He paused and I felt him reach over to the bedside table. Even though I was very wet, I knew he didn’t want to take any chances. He slid out of me and made sure that that I was well lubricated as possible. Then I heard the quiet hum of my vibrator.
“Can you hold this?” he asked slipping it inside me. I reached down with one hand, enjoying how well my rabbit got along with my pussy. Then I felt him press against my ass, first with his finger, massaging me and gently increasing the pressure. Within a minute, my muscles had relaxed and he his finger slipped inside.
“Is that okay?” he asked, sounding like he was on the verge of losing control. That, added to the amount of stimulation, was driving me quickly toward orgasm and I wanted more.
“Yes, but I need you now,” I pleaded. He slipped his finger out, and shortly, I heard the tear of a foil packet. I knew that he was being as considerate as he could be. After all, what goes in eventually comes out, something else I would likely never mention in one of my novels.
Then I felt the head of his c**k against me, and I braced myself and pushed back against him, as he grabbed my h*ps and increased the pressure. I relaxed as much as I could, and then there was a slight burn as I yielded and he slid inside, the momentary twinge of discomfort quickly transforming into intense pleasure and relief. I heard him gasp as he froze.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he bit out and I almost came.
He started thrusting, as my rabbit continued to do its work, and I knew I was done. I had never felt anything even close to this. My entire body felt awash with sensation. I was completely full. I would never feel empty again. I wasn’t going to last a minute.
“I’m going to come.” I moaned, feeling myself crashing forward fast, racing toward orgasm. Nothing would stop it now. I paused for that one millisecond on the edge, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. I got that feeling you get when you’re a kid riding a swing, just when you reach the highest point, and feel gravity start to yank you back to Earth.
My outer muscles became taught, and my stomach clenched, as my inner muscles convulsed and began to spasm. There were no coherent thoughts – only sensations, physical and emotional. I didn’t even know you could have emotional sensations. I made an almost primal sound, and I could hear him too, but his voice sounded far away.
“Never. Leave. You.”
He stilled, gasped, shuddered and groaned. Then, he collapsed, being careful, even then, not to hurt me. His weight on me was exactly what I needed at that moment. I felt claimed and comforted and calm.
Chapter Two
“Surveying the carnage?” Adam asked, coming into the kitchen later that day. He kissed me on the cheek, and glanced over my shoulder at the smoldering tray of what were supposed to be cookies. They looked like chunks of coal.
“I don’t understand. I did everything I was supposed to.” I stared at the charred rubble in front of me dejectedly. He slid an arm around my waist and I relaxed against him.
“Don’t worry about it, Lilith. We’ll see that it gets a fitting burial.”
“I feel like such failure. I have no domestic skills whatsoever.”
“I’m not marrying you for your cooking,” he said, turning me to face him. He paused for a moment, and I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. And then, being Adam, he went on. “I’m marrying because you’re good in bed.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, as he smirked back at me. I was about to give him a snarky reply when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his back pocket, mouthed ‘Cameron,’ and headed off toward the living room.
I went and sat down at the breakfast table to sulk and try to figure out what contribution I would be able to make to the Roth family Thanksgiving gathering. Adam’s mom said that I could bring a desert, and cookies had seemed easy. Who knew? There was probably nothing open today other than a few convenience stores. Great, we could announce our engagement as I offered his family a pack of Oreos and a Kit Kat.
Adam came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. His eyes dropped to my “King of the Grill” apron and I saw him trying not to laugh. I guess that he hadn’t really noticed before.
“What?” I asked defensively. I found this in your kitchen.
“This will be your kitchen too soon. God help us.”
“Very funny. Why do you assume that I’m going to move in with you?”
“Because we’re getting married? And that usually works better if you live in the same place.” He went over to the counter, grabbed a potholder, and emptied my failed culinary experiment into the garbage. It was probably an act of mercy.