He smiles at me. “I’m glad you like it.”
We’re seated in a blissfully private corner. I order the pecan-crusted fried chicken with mashed potatoes and sautéed peas. Adam gets the blackened scallops with cheesy grits and collard greens. We chat so easily that it feels like the food arrives in only a minute, and it’s so good that I moan with every bite. Adam’sface gets pinker and pinker until I straight up ask him, “Is my eating making you hard?” And he sputters in a way that the answer can only beyes.
As soon as we get back in his car after eating, I climb on top of him and kiss him. We make out slowly at first. Sweetly. His hands reach my ass and grab me tight, and when I moan, our kiss becomes frantic and hurried, like we only have minutes to fuck before the world implodes.
“Your place or mine?” he asks, breaking the kiss breathlessly.
“I don’t want William to hear me having an orgasm,” I respond. “And Nadia is never home.”
“Got it. And yeah, I don’t want Gramps to hear you having an orgasm, either.”
I chuckle and we kiss again, and Adam pulls back, laughing. “We gotta stop or I’m going to come right now, Sky.”
I push up and look down. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He drops his head back. “I don’t understand this. How out of control you make me feel.”
I shrug. “It’s hormones. Oxytocin and dopamine and serotonin.” I climb back in my seat and glance up to see him shaking his head.
“No. Because this has never happened before, with women I’ve had flings with. It’s something else.”
“Hmm,” I say, wondering what it could be—it has been a long time for him, hasn’t it?—but he shakes his head and turns on the car before I can form another thought on the matter.
“I want you so badly. I’m going to have to restrain myself from breaking multiple speed limits.”
I can feel how wet I am between my legs without even squeezing my thighs. I wonder what it would be like to tease Adam in a place where he can’t really participate—only observe. So I lift myskirt and slide my hand up my right thigh. When I pass my fingers over my panties, I gasp. I, too, am really close to coming. Really close.
“Oh Christ. Sky. Are you touching yourself right now?” He glances at my skirt. “You are, aren’t you?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Hell no. Fuck no. I’ve thought about this too much. Watching you. Fuck, this is so hot.”
I slide my fingers under my panties and moan when I feel how slippery I am. “I’ll come if I keep doing this.”
“I want you to. Please.” Adam’s voice is nearly a whine.
I work myself, squirming and shifting my hips all around as I gasp and moan. A couple of times, Adam grips himself at red lights, which only makes my fingers go even faster. He pulls into the driveway and hits the brakes a little too hard. I slide forward and the pressure between my underwear and fingers makes me break apart instantly. The orgasm is fast and hard and afterward, I collapse against the seat, my hand still under the skirt of my dress.
Adam pulls my arm up and wraps his lips around my still very wet finger. “Oh my God,” I whisper as he cleans me up with his tongue. The warm, wet feel of him and the noise of licking is already making another orgasm build up.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded and his deep voice unbearably raspy.
“Let’s go inside,” I say, taking my hand back to open the door.
“Good idea.”
We make out against the porch door as soon as we’re in. In the kitchen, he places me on the table and steps between my legs and grinds his erection at my core. He kisses me and pulls the top of my dress down so that my breasts are exposed to the cool air. My nipples tighten further under his mouth, and he reaches betweenmy legs and does the same thing to my clit with his fingers that he’s doing with his tongue on my nipples.
I love that he learned so easily what I like. That he remembered. That he listened to my reactions and responses. It’s exactly how I imagined it would be, with Adam.
Then he lowers himself to his knees, and before I understand what’s happening, my underwear is tossed somewhere on the green linoleum floor and his tongue is smooth and hot against my clit.
This orgasm is slow. The buildup takes so long, but when I finally come, it is syrupy and strong and lasts forever. After I’m finished convulsing all over his face, he jumps up, kisses me again, and then does what he says he was going to do earlier. He tosses me on his shoulder and takes me upstairs, one hand on the backs of my knees and the other on my ass.
“Do you like your ass fingered?” he asks on the way up.
“I—don’t know?” I can barely speak. The blood is rushing to my head all at once.
