“Amelia… stop,” he chokes out.“Get up here and fuck me.Now.”
It’s not just a request.It’s a warning.A desperate, urgent plea.
I pull back, my lips swollen, tingling, my pulse racing.
Climbing over him, I reach down to guide him to my entrance, when—
“Wait… condom.”His voice is rough, barely holding on.
He fumbles in his pocket, pulling one from his wallet.
“Let me.”I take it from him, my fingers brushing his, my hands far steadier than I feel.I tear the foil with my teeth, roll it on, and once he’s covered, I line him up and sink down.
Oh, God.
I freeze, my nails digging into him as my body stretches to take all of him.
It’s so much.
So full yet I feel incredible.
I breathe through it, letting myself adjust.
His hands grip my waist firmly, waiting for me.There’s something different in his touch this time, more possessive, more certain.Like he’s claiming me in a way he didn’t before.
And when I’m ready, I lift slowly, then sink back down, savoring every inch, every shuddering breath against my lips.
His eyes lock onto mine.Which are dark, intense, and all-consuming.It makes me breathless; I’ve never felt so special.
I start to move, my hands holding on to his shoulders, my hips finding a rhythm.He meets me, his hands guiding me, urging me harder.
Heat builds in my core.
I can feel myself climbing to orgasm.
So I move faster, chasing it, losing myself in the friction, in the way he feels inside me.
I hope he comes too, but I don’t think I can stop—
“Fuck—”
He thrusts up just as my orgasm slams into me, the pleasure crashing through and tearing me apart.
His name spills from my lips.“Adrian.”
He follows a second later, his arms locking around me, holding me tight as his body shudders, his release spilling into the condom.
For a moment, neither of us move.
We just breathe, holding each other, my head buried in the curve of his neck, my fingers still clutching his shoulders.My pulse is still racing, and there’s this feeling of rightness, a connection so big, I can’t ignore.
Finally, I exhale a shaky breath.“Well, that was unexpected.”
Adrian chuckles, his hand smoothing down my back.
I pull back slightly, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.“So was you finding me outside the hair salon.”
Then reality starts creeping back in.Our secret, the lies I’ve been telling to Violet, the carefully planned hook-ups to keep this hidden.I need to leave before someone notices I’m gone, but the thought of pulling away from him right now is breaking something inside me.
