Connection.
“Come,” Adrian said as he stood up.
He offered me his hand. I hesitated only for a moment, as the voice warning me that this was a step I could not turn back to popped up one last time. If I refused, I might not make a mistake, but I might also never get the chance again.How far we’ve come,I thought with a smile I tried not to make too large.How much has changed since our first meeting?
I took it.
My entire arm tingled as he wrapped his firm fingers around my hand. He lifted me up. His eyes locked on mine.
I swallowed. We could not avert our gaze from each other. I wondered if Adrian had a plan to take me some place else, but right now…
He didn’t mean come, as in come to a different spot. He meant…
I let my mind go silent as our faces came closer together. I closed my eyes; I would not push back on what happened next. Adrian had won me over without ever playing to win; in fact, not playing at all was what got him.
I was not about to kiss the King of Diamonds. No, I was about to kiss Adrian Vale.
And then, I did.
Not only did no part of me want to refuse this moment, a part of me wanted to push. I wanted to show Adrian that, yes, I did want this moment. I did want him to get to where we were at Aces Up—and then to keep going. Keep exploring my body. See what happens.
See what comes.
I moaned into his kiss and pressed my hips against him. It must have been like a switch flipped, because as soon as I showed Adrian that I wanted more than just a gentle moment, he turned back into the domineering King of Diamonds. He lifted me up, carried me into his bedroom, and threw me on the bed.
The voice of concern never returned. It knew that while the King of Diamonds might be present, Adrian Vale was ultimately in charge. And that was who I would give myself to.
“You have no idea what kind of heat I can provide,” Adrian growled.
“Show me,” I said. “Show me the best you can.”
With that, Adrian took off his shirt. He looked even more handsome, even more ferocious in the darkness of night compared to the daytime. He crawled over me, and we kissed once more. Adrian’s fingers made their way through my clothing until he found my clit once more, sending heat down there and building an orgasmic pressure. He pulled back from his kiss and stared me down as his hand worked magic, sending me writhing as the tension built.
But then, he stopped.
“What?” I asked, gasping.
“This is not the best I can do,” he said.
With that, he yanked my pants and underwear off. Instead of going in with his hands, he pressed his face forward, enveloping me. I closed my eyes as his tongue went to work, dancing, licking, sucking, doing everything in his power to do even better.
The pressure and heat built, yet Adrian took his time. He did not seem in a rush to get me to climax as soon as possible; rather, it was like he was gradually coaxing me into surrendering more and more to him. The more time he had over me, the more it seemed he delighted. If anything, when it seemed like I was on the verge of climax, he pulled back just a hair, smirking at me, letting my body reset, and then going back in.
Throughout, he seemed entirely focused on my pleasure, my experience, and our connection. There was not a moment that he seemed ready to jump up and demand I work on him, even though I was so fucking ready to. Every second, every touch was about me.
And then, finally, on about what seemed like the third near-climax, Adrian finally kept going.
When I came, I grabbed whatever I could, shoving my hips into Adrian’s face. He grabbed my body and pulled me against him, only intensifying the sensation. He had forged me in his fire, and I had experienced one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I had ever felt.
Finally, it became too much to bear, and I pushed him back. I took but maybe four, five seconds to recover before I begged him to come inside me. He took his pants off, revealing an impressive endowment.
“Come,” I said.
Adrian smirked. He hovered over me, brushing the tip of his cock over my still-sensitive clit before going inside. He moved slowly, sensually, yet always in a manner that was not delayed; he had such fucking incredible presence, such incredible sense for what my body wanted. Fuck! If I had known he was this good,I wouldn’t have lasted past his office, let alone any of the other spots along the way.
He made me come again before he pulled out half a second before he climaxed. I had hoped that he would come inside me, such was how I felt about him, but I suspected this would not be the last time we were naked before each other. No, not suspected—I knew. I wouldnotallow this man to go without another session, even if as soon as tomorrow morning.
And that, I realized, was why this all worked. I would not allow thisman,not this billionaire or this icon, but this man. That was why this was so fucking pleasurable.
