I push against him, grinding until he gasps, until I feel the hard proof of what he wants pressing against me.His grip tightens, dragging me closer, and the kiss breaks only long enough for both of us to catch a ragged breath.
Then I give in, rocking against him, the need curling tighter and tighter until it feels inevitable.
Adam’s hands are everywhere, not greedy, not rushed, justthorough.He cups my jaw when he kisses me, thumbs grazing the edges of my mouth like he’s memorizing me by touch alone.Then he drags his fingers into my hair and tugs just enough to pull a gasp out of me.
I kiss him harder, chasing that gasp into his mouth.He laughs softly against my lips, the sound vibrating through me, and I kiss him again to steal it away.
My shirt gets peeled over my head, slow, his knuckles grazing my skin as he works it free.He doesn’t toss it aside.He drops it neatly on the chair by the table, like he’s not willing to ruin the moment with careless movements.Then he leans back just enough to look at me, his eyes roaming, lingering, darkening.
The weight of his gaze makes me shiver.“God, Luca…” His voice is roughened by sleep and want, and it does something to me I can’t explain.
I bend to kiss his throat, slow trails up to his jaw, pausing just long enough to nip, to taste.His pulse stutters against my tongue.His hands slide down my back, under the waistband of my sweats, his fingertips skimming my skin so lightly it feels like a tease.
“Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out,” I whisper against his mouth, throwing his own patience back at him.
The smile he gives me is devastating.Then he kisses me like we have forever.
Adam shifts under me, not to hurry things but to savor, like he’s settling into this as much as I am.His palms spread across my back, holding me close while his lips move from my mouth to my cheek, then to the corner of my jaw.Each kiss lands soft, deliberate, so steady it makes my chest ache.
I trace the curve of his shoulders with my fingertips, down the lines of his arms until my hands find his wrists.He lets me guide them higher, over my ribs, up to my chest.When his thumbs brush across my nipples, I stutter against his mouth.He notices and does it again, slower, like he’s cataloging my reactions one by one.
The kiss deepens, then eases, then deepens again, like waves dragging us further out each time.I can’t stop touching him—his throat, the stubble on his jaw, the dip of his collarbone.Every place I explore with my mouth earns me another breath, another sound, another quiet unraveling.
Adam slips his tongue into my mouth, not demanding but coaxing, and I meet him halfway in a kiss that leaves us both shaking.His fingers wander back to the waistband of my sweats, dipping inside just far enough to remind me of how much more there is, how much further we could go.
The tension coils tight, but neither of us gives in.Not yet.
Adam’s hand finally slides past the waistband, warm and sure against my bare skin.I suck in a breath, and his mouth swallows it, our kiss turning messier, wetter, as if the restraint we’ve been clinging to is beginning to fray.
He strokes slowly, deliberately, each pass of his hand matched with the drag of his tongue against mine.It’s not about racing anywhere, it’s about keeping me right here, strung tight between need and surrender.My hips lift into his palm on their own, and he groans when I do, the sound vibrating straight through me.
I tug at his robe until he breaks the kiss long enough to peel it off.His chest presses against mine, hot and damp where our skin collides.I want to taste every inch of him, but he’s still touching me, still coaxing, and it’s hard to think past the pulse pounding in my veins.
“The sound of your moan makes me burn,” he admits, voice pure gravel.He exhales roughly, moans against my mouth, and suddenly, I’m the one burning.
I drag my lips down his throat, teeth scraping lightly at his pulse, and he jerks against me.His other hand grips my thigh, pulling me tighter across his lap, until there’s no space left between us, just heat and friction and the dangerous promise of what comes next.
The teasing burns itself out.Adam shifts me higher on his lap, grinding up into me, and this time neither of us holds back a groan.The fabric between us is nothing but a barrier we’re both desperate to strip away.
I push at my waistband, clumsy with urgency.He laughs into my mouth, not mocking, just thrilled, and then he helps, dragging my sweats down far enough that he can wrap his hand around me.Hot.Heavy.He gasps my name like it’s something sacred.
Adam strokes me slow, savoring, while his fingers close tighter around me, our movements syncing without words.Every thrust of his hand, every slide of mine, drags us closer, closer.His forehead presses to mine, sweat already slick between us, his breath ragged against my lips.
“Luca,” he whispers, like a plea, like a prayer.
My grip falters only because I’m distracted by the way his head drops back.I kiss him hard, teeth knocking, and we rut against each other until rhythm dissolves into chaos.My climax tears out of me in a broken shout, spilling across his stomach, and the sight of it undoes him.He jerks in my hand, hot release coating my fingers, his body locked tight against mine.
We collapse forward, clinging, our hearts hammering out of sync but close enough that it feels like one.The kiss we find after is softer, lingering, our mouths still tasting of each other, but this time it isn’t hunger driving it—it’s something slower, heavier, maybe even dangerous.
Adam’s chest heaves against mine, every breath hot on my neck.We don’t move for a while, just cling, our hands still clutching skin like we’re afraid letting go will break something fragile between us.My fingers are sticky from him, his stomach streaked with me, but neither of us cares.
“Fuck,” he whispers into my hair, voice hoarse.“I wasn’t ready for that.”
“Me neither.”My laugh comes out ragged, broken, and then he kisses me again—messy, spent, but still greedy enough to make my head spin.
We collapse sideways onto the couch, tangled, sweat cooling, legs hooked together.My eyes close without meaning to.The last thing I register is his arm draping heavy over my waist, pinning me in place like I belong.
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