And then he moves.

He pulls back, wrapping his hands around my thighs just below my knees, and drives in. It’s gentle, that time. A warning shot, so to speak. And god, I’m already breathless, a taut fiery tension coiled in my belly, making my toes curl and my fingers scrabble desperately at whatever flesh I can find. Another thrust, this one a little harder, and a gasp is driven from me.

“Oh fuck, Adam…”

“Is it good?”

“So good.”

“You want more?”

“God yes, more.” My voice shakes.

His eyes don’t waver from mine, nor mine from his, as he sets a slow and steady rhythm, grinding deep, pulling out slowly and then thrusting in, faster and faster. Harder and harder. Between my open thighs, I can see his still-bruised torso rippling and tensing as he thrusts, the granite-hard slabs of muscle shifting beneath his dusky skin, the faint scrim of hair beading with sweat. His massive arms cling to my thighs for leverage as he begins to fuck in earnest now, slamming into me with relentless vigor, his flesh slapping against mine, and the detonation inside me is building, ecstasy piling upon bliss piling upon whatever is beyond that.

Nirvana, perhaps?

Heaven?

Completion, maybe.

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I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, and deep-throated, unladylike grunts leave me with each clapping orgasmic meeting of our bodies. He’s grunting with me, groaning and cursing and his skin gleams with sweat, veins stand out, muscles ripple and flex, and I feel like I’m being ripped apart in the most incredible way by the exploding need behind each pounding thrust of his body.

“Adam…I’m gonna come.”

“Let me hear you, Des. Scream for me, babe. Scream my name when you come all over my cock.”

“Only if you scream my name too.”

“Deal.” He grins at me, white teeth flashing and pale beautiful green eyes hot and intent on mine.

I feel my pussy clench, feel the tension snap like a rubber band and tears start in my eyes, a gasping sob borne of raw intensity ripping from me.

And then, in that exact moment, when the orgasm breaks free, Adam releases my legs and bends over me so we’re face to face. His cock pistons into me in wildly fast thrusts, mad and manic, and his mouth claims mine, a breathless kiss.

“ADAM!” I shout his name as I shatter, heat suffusing my body, my thighs locked in a vise-grip around his waist and my hips grinding.

And then, inexplicably, at the peak of my climax, he slows his pace. I claw at his ass with my hands, pull at him and shriek with frustration.

He pulls out slow, hesitates, his eyes on mine, and then he slams his cock into me hard and fast, and I scream. “Fuck, Des, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.” He withdraws, an infinitesimal pause, and then his thick pulsing cock rams home.

He’s shaking, his thrusts slow and desperate. His eyes are locked on mine, but I can tell it’s an effort to keep them open. I cling to his neck, legs around his waist, lips pressed to his ear. “Come, Adam, come inside me. Yes…” I whisper it, writhing my hips. “Yes, keep going, Adam. Keep fucking me. Keep coming.” I’ve got a penchant for cursing, but talking dirty like this is something I never knew I was capable of. Yet with Adam, it just seems right, it just emerges from me involuntarily.

His thrust falters as he buries himself deep. I roll so I’m on top, slide my knees forward and my ass backward, hands on his chest, and push his cock as deep as it will go, push hard, and he lifts up with his hips and grips my thighs in his powerful hands and roars loudly and wordlessly. I pull my pussy forward, and then drive back down as hard as I can, watching as his eyes squeeze closed and the veins on his neck and forearms and biceps pulse and his abs go taut. I feel his heat within me, feel his cock throbbing.

Once more, then, I lift up, angling my hips back slightly to pull his shaft away from his body, and sit down hard.

“FUCK!” he groans. “Des…my fucking god, Des…”

He’s gasping for breath, we both are, and we’re both coated in sweat, shaking all over.

I’m still trembling from my own orgasm, aftershocks quaking my body as I impale myself on him one last shuddering time, and then I can’t stay upright on him. I pull him free of my body with a whimper, and then fall to the bed beside him.

“Jesus, Des.”

“That was…”

His chest is heaving, abs tensing and relaxing with each deep breath. “That was fucking intense.”

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

He rolls to his side, facing me, cups my cheek with his palm, eyes honest and sincere. “Me too. I never knew it could feel that way.” He slides his lips over mine, a brief, hot kiss.

“It’s not always like this for you?”

He shakes his head. “No. Never.” Adam plants a fist in the pillow by my head, lifts up, and this time the kiss is deep, soul-scouring, demanding all the emotion in my soul be offered up for the taking, for the tasting. “There’s a…connection…with us that I never even knew was possible. I feel you, Des. I don’t know how else to say it. I don’t mean just physically, but I mean fuck, yeah, the way sex with you feels is so much more than I’ve ever felt before, but that’s not what I mean. You, me, us, it’s something more.”

I want to believe that. I want that to be true. Because I feel it, too. “Don’t lie to me, Adam. Don’t feed me bullshit. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.” I’m too vulnerable, too emotional, and my defense mechanisms are kicking into overdrive.

But Adam is there, somehow inside me, inside those mechanisms. “Hey. Don’t try and shut me out now, Des. Don’t you fucking dare.” He takes my hand and places my palm over his heart. It’s thumping hard and fast. His eyes bore into mine. “Come back, Des. Come back to me, baby.”

Babe is one thing. Baby…that’s got “attached” written all over it. It’s deep, familiar. No one has ever called me anything but my name. No one has ever cared enough about me to use terms of endearment. Except Ruthie, of course, who is really all the family I’ve ever had.

I blink hard and squeeze my hands into fists and fight my fear of emotional vulnerability. “I’m here.”

He sits up, swings his legs off the bed. “Don’t move. Don’t even blink. I’ll be right back.” He’s in the bathroom for a split second, it seems, and then he’s back sans condom.




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