“I had this planned for after your first day back, and I think you could use it even more after today.” He spread his legs wide and patted the mattress in front of him. “Come here, love. I have something else for you.”
I raised a brow. I hoped he was talking about his mouth or his cock.
“Not that.” He chuckled darkly. “At least not yet.”
I sent him a pout as I scampered toward him and onto the mattress, sitting between his legs and settling my back against his warm, solid chest. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. My bare skin broke out with goose bumps, but the hot air from the fire soothed it. After picking up the bottle of massage cream from the blanket next to us, he put some in his large palms, spreading it over my shoulders and down my back before reaching around and rubbing some along my chest.
I sighed as he began kneading my tight shoulder muscles. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
“I will never stop showing you how you deserve to be treated.”
Warmth spread through my chest at his words and themeaning behind them. His hands slid down my arms and then back up, leaving a wake of sensations along my skin.
Sucking in a deep breath, I focused on the feel of his hands and not the ache between my thighs. His thumbs found a spot just under my shoulder blades and I almost drew blood as I bit down hard on my lip to hold in the moan that wanted to slip out. Adam’s hands were magic as they worked over the muscles that lined my spine and then glided back up before repeating the pattern.
Between the fire that burned bright, casting the room in a shadowy glow, and the soft flicker of the candles all around us, this was by far the most romantic moment of my life. He pulled me against his chest, massaging the muscles around my collarbones. The moan finally tumbled from my lips when he inched lower, stroking and teasing my breasts.
“Adam,” I whimpered, arching my back.
“Shh,” His warm breath skated across my ear, and he moved his hands back up over my clavicles. “Relax.”
“Kinda hard to do that when you’re driving me wild.”
He nipped at my ear. “I’m just getting started.”
He hadn’t even touched me where I needed it the most, but I was already wet and throbbing for him. He flattened his palms and dragged them down over my nipples, causing a bolt of intense pleasure to shoot straight to my core. I dug my fingers into his knees as he did it again and again. My breath came in short gasps as he lavished attention on each breast.
“Spread your legs, love. Drape them over mine.”
Another tremor tore through me as I obeyed his command, anticipating the moment he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He smoothed one hand down my stomach and over the fabric of my sleep shorts, applying pressure and rubbing back and forth while continuing to massage my chest with his other hand.
“Please,” I begged. “I can’t take anymore. I need you to touch me.”
“Where?” The deep timbre of his voice egged on my desperation. “Show me.”
Being with him was such a different experience than I’d ever had. He constantly pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I loved it. He made me feel sexy and desired.
Needed. Craved.
I embraced the feeling, letting it push me further. I draped my fingers over his and moved them lower, brushing the sleep shorts to the side and trailing them through my wetness.
He nipped at my ear. “You were planning to go to sleep like this?”
I shook my head, continuing to tease my entrance with our entwined hands. “I wasn’t planning to sleep.”
“Such a naughty girl.” He slid two fingers deep inside me. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, gliding back out.
“Yes.” I applied pressure to his knuckles, pushing him back in.
“So needy,” he rumbled, diving in without another warning, pulling the air from my lungs. The hunger in his voice was almost feral, and with the way he curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made me see flashes of white, my hips moved of their own accord, rocking to meet his strokes. Blood pounded through my veins, and every beat of my heart was faster than the one before.
Pressing back into him and lifting my hips off the floor, my moans echoed around us. He plunged into me harder. Twisting, curling, and using his palm to rub against my clit. He held nothing back, as it was obvious he had one goal in mind—to completely and utterly destroy me. And damn did I want him to.
“Adam,” I hissed as my core tightened.
He continued to fuck me with his hand, drawing out each wave of my orgasm. My body quivered one last time before I melted into his hold, completely spent.
I lay there in his arms, the light of the fire bouncing off the walls, as he peppered kisses along the shell of my ear and down the column of my throat.
