“That’s my girl. You have no idea how sexy you are on your hands and knees for me, Rebekah.” His voice is reverent.
I know how sexy it is for him to hold my hips and piston in and out of me. It’s hard to focus. All my attention is on the friction in my pussy and the growing need from every movement.
When Adam reaches with one hand to play with my clit, I arch my back and cry out. My orgasm slams into me, making me clench around him and shudder. It feels so good when he takes me.
I like this position. I like how it feels to have him fucking me hard from behind. It’s oddly primal and naughty. When he comes, I push back against him, wanting him to fill me deep.
My legs are spread obscenely wide with his knees between them, but he somehow manages to lower us both to our sides without removing his hard cock. Spooning me from behind, he stays inside me.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart,” he whispers against my neck. “I could stay like this for days.”
I smile and sigh. “That sounds amazing.” I’d love it if we could stay connected like this. I feel so close to Adam when he’s inside me. No matter how tightly he holds me, I still feel more content when he’s actually buried in me.
When Adam eventually eases out, he pushes my knees toward my chest and holds them. His lips trail along my shoulder. “You’ll stay like this until I say otherwise, understood?”
I whimper, my pussy pulsing. Every time he talks dirty to me about getting me pregnant, my arousal returns full force. It’s irrational since it usually happens after I’ve just had an amazing orgasm, but his filthy demands make me horny all over again.
His words are so deep and serious when he speaks again. “You were made for me. I was oblivious to that preordained plan from the heavens, but the moment I set my eyes on you two days ago, I knew it in my soul. I was always meant to come back to this mountain, and you were always meant to find me. I’m not a particularly spiritual man, but I know the events that led to us getting married and you being mine were always going to happen.”
Tears come to my eyes, but I hold them back. I’m not sad. I’m so happy.
His fingers glide down my body until they ease along my butt crack and wiggle between my folds. “Don’t let my come leak out of you, Rebekah. Keep it inside.”
I nod as my body shakes.
He languidly plays with my entrance. I think he’s trying to push his seed back into me as it seeps out. Suddenly, he removes his fingers and brings them to my lips. He paints my mouth with his semen.
“Taste our come, sweetheart.”
I start to lick my lips where he’s covered them. As soon as I open my mouth, though, he pushes his fingers inside. “Suck.”
It seems perfectly natural for me to clean his essence off my fingers. Calming. As if having his fingers in my mouth is almost as good as having his cock in my pussy. His taste is salty. It smells of him. I like it.
When his fingers pop free, I whimper and twist my neck to look at him. “More.”
He kisses me before reaching between my tightly pressed thighs to gather more of his essence, offering it to me seconds later.
I moan as I eagerly suckle.
Adam looks into my eyes, his expression serious. “You like that, sweetheart? You like sucking my come clean?”
I might orgasm again from his filthy words alone. My clit is pulsing between my squeezed thighs. Every time he touches me, I get another jolt of pleasure.
While he holds my gaze, he removes his two fingers and drags the wetness over my breast, along my hip, and between my crack. When he gets to my pussy, he pushes them slowly into me this time, deep. So deep…
My eyes roll back as I groan.
His fingers return to my lips. “Suck,” he demands again.
I do.
“Fuck, that’s sexy. I think you need something else to suck on.” I’m not sure what he means as he climbs over me and stretches out on his side, facing me. “Slide down my body, sweetheart. Line your mouth up with my cock.”
Unfolding my legs, I glance down at the mess we’ve made. My inner thighs are soaked.
“Leave it. I’ll clean you up later. We need more sleep. Let my come dry on your thighs.” He reaches for my arm and guides me farther down his body until my face is an inch from his gorgeous shaft. It’s still hard and bobs toward me as if it knows how close I am.
Instinctively, I reach out with my tongue and flick the head.
