Inspired, she encircled his base with her fingers as she slid the rest of him in her mouth. Every time her mouth and hand met, it pulled another expletive from him, signaling he was definitely enjoying the slow glide of her lips and tongue against his hard length.
“Fuck, Janae. Your mouth is like fucking fire against my skin.”
She continued making love to him with her mouth for just a bit longer. Her clit was throbbing and she needed to tend to her own fire building between her folds.
She opened the nightstand drawer, pulling a condom from the box she knew they’d left there the last time she was here.
She stood, slowly allowing her fingertips to caress his straining cock as she sheathed him. When she looked up at him, his jaw was clenched, the muscles twitching on the side as he tried to control himself.
“Unless you want to explain how your dress got torn to shreds, I’d suggest you take it off. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
She obliged, quickly removing her dress and undergarments before climbing on the bed and straddling his hips.
She kept her hands plastered against his chest as she slowly lowered herself onto his length. By the time he was fully buried inside of her, a low growl escaped his lips as his taut body strained against the heady sensation of their joining.
She didn’t hesitate, her hips immediately moving once she was seated. She rode him until his words had become an unintelligible mess and he’d planted his feet in the mattress, thrusting up to meet every single one of her movements.
It was like a choreographed dance, like they’d been doing this forever. Their bodies were so in sync, she could tell they were both about to explode.
She leaned forward, Adam cradling her heavy breasts, peppering each erect tip with sultry suckles and licks.
The change in position had his cock rubbing against the exact right spot, and before she could pull back to try to hold herimpending orgasm off, he scraped his teeth across her nipple and she was lost.
Her body had a mind of its own, riding out her orgasm as she lifted and descended on his cock over and over again.
And before she could collapse against him or recover from her climax, he flipped her over onto her back effortlessly.
He pushed one of her legs back, entering her swiftly, driving into her, sparking another orgasm. His locs covered her like a comfy weighted blanket as he braced an arm above her shoulder.
His strokes were sure and powerful. He was a man on a mission, to find the release she’d teased him with since she’d started this. As he leaned down, kissing her, before burying his face inside of her neck, her second climax was upon her.
“That’s right. I want that fucking pussy to milk me dry.”
His words were filthy, his strokes delicious, and her body responded by falling into a release that made her entire being quiver.
His grip on her leg tightened and he drove into her one final time before he let go, succumbing to the overwhelming bliss of release.
Chapter 27
Adam spent the last few hours watching Janae. Covered in a thick down blanket, Janae’s luscious form with its deep curves and plush softness looked good even buried beneath his linens. The added bonus of having her lying naked beside him with her guard down as she slept—it was one of the most breathtaking sights he’d ever witnessed.
That’s why for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why everything in him was pushing him out of his bed and away from her.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants from his drawer and slipped out of the room. He headed for the kitchen, hoping the brief walk would soothe his mind. When it didn’t, he figured a cold glass of water couldn’t hurt.
He was rinsing out his glass when he heard the door creak. Soon, he felt warmth pressing against his back and a comforting embrace surrounding his waist. He couldn’t help but smile as the anxiousness that pulled him from the bed started to recede. Adam realized then he shouldn’t have been running away from her, but running to her. In her arms was the only safe place for him.
That notion both calmed and terrified him. It meant this woman had the power to break him.
“You left me cold and alone in your bed.”
He put the glass in the sink before turning to face her, placing a gentle hand on her cheek.
“I’m sorry. My brain was running a mile a minute, and I didn’t want to disturb you with my restlessness.”
“If you’re restless enough to get outta bed.” She leaned into the palm he had cupped against her face before she tilted her gaze up to him again. “Maybe I didn’t do my job well enough tonight.”
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, loving the perfect way she fit into his arms. “Trust me, there are no complaints about your performance on this end.” He kissed her again before letting a gentle smile lift the corners of his mouth.
