I swat his hand away before moving to the buckle on his jeans. He unbuttons the last button on my blouse, pushing the silky material off my shoulders. It flutters to the floor, joining his shirt.
He stares at me with hooded eyes as lust mixes with something else I can’t figure out.
I press my hand to his chest. “What is it?” He seems to be struggling with something.
His chest heaves as he pins me with a serious expression. “I need to know that you’re clean.”
I hate that he has to ask, but I get it. I nod. “I get tested regularly, and I’m good.”
I can almost see the stress lift from his shoulders. In a lightning-fast move, he flips me flat on me back. Looming over me, he buries his head between my bra-covered breasts, and when he drags his tongue over both swells, goose bumps sprout on my flesh.
“Oh my God.” A breathy moan escapes my lips as he tweaks my nipples through the thin lace while his tongue does laps of my breasts. Before I know it, he has my bra unclasped and he’s sucking one taut nipple into his hot mouth. I drag my fingernails down his back, slipping my hand into the loosened band of his jeans, surprised when my fingers meet warm flesh. “No boxers?” I inquire.
He lifts his head from my chest, grinning. “I was in such a hurry to meet you I forgot to put them on.”
My heart melts.This guy can’t be real, can he?
He slides down my body, and I pout at the loss of his hot flesh under my touch. He laughs. “I need to get you naked, baby, and then it’s your turn.” He shoots me a devilish wink, and I lie back and close my eyes, happy to let him undress me. He makes quick work of my jeans and undies until I’m laid out before him in all my naked glory.
“Fuck, Emily.” He sits back on his heels. “You are so beautiful.” He takes a slow, lazy perusal of my body, and his gaze is like a sensual caress that I feel all the way to my toes.
I’m usually high or drunk when I have sex, and most guys don’t waste time admiring my body before screwing the shit out of me. This entire experience is completely different, and it’s only now I realize I’ve been craving this kind of connection with someone. “I need to taste you.” His eyes take on a hungry look as he lowers his head to my pussy.
I automatically spread my legs wide, groaning as he licks along my slit before plunging inside me. My hips jerk up, and his large palm holds me in place as he eats me up. I’m squirming and writhing on the bed as a whole host of incredible sensations swarm my body. My skin feels electric. Like I’m hotwired and primed to explode in a frenzy of pent-up energy.
Adam pushes two fingers inside me, frantically pumping them in and out as his lips close over my clit. He sucks on the little bundle of nerves for a few minutes, and my orgasm detonates without warning. I scream out his name as I ride the euphoric train, my body sinking into the mattress when I finally come down from my climax.
I push damp strands of hair off my face as I hear the telltale rip of a condom wrapper. I prop up on my elbows, coming face to face with his impressive erection. His cock stands long, proud, and thick, and I lick my lips as I crawl toward him, swiping my tongue over his crown before he can roll the rubber on.
“Fuck, Emily.” He grabs the back of my head, stalling me.
“As much as I love the feel of your lips on me, it’s been a while, and I need to be inside you. Right now.” His eager eyes plead with me.
Who am I to deny the man after he gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life?I straighten up on my knees, leaning into him. I press my lips to his, shoving my tongue into his mouth, and we kiss passionately as he rolls the condom over his rock-hard dick. “Fuck me, Adam.”
He caresses my cheek as he stares into my eyes. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Thank fuck.” He lays me down gently on the bed and spreads my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
“Adam.” Happy tears sting my eyes. “You say the most amazing things.”
“I’m only speaking the truth,” he says, pushing inside me a little. I wrap my legs around his back, allowing him to go deeper.
I gasp at the sensation of him filling me up, completing me with every inch he advances. He keeps his eyes trained on mine the whole time, and it’s the most intimate moment of my life. His face conveys so much, and my heart is beating superfast behind my rib cage. I feel every movement, every careful thrust, my nerve endings firing on all cylinders as he moves slowly inside me.
It’s not like he’s making love to my body.
It’s as if he’s making love to my soul.
When he’s fully seated, I stare at him in wonder, my heart full to a bursting point.
I wonder if this is what it feels like to find that one person who completes you mind, body, and soul.
Because, right now, in this moment, with superstar quarterback Adam Miller buried balls deep inside me, he feels like the other half of me.
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