Without missing a beat, Adrian slid down my body until his face hovered over me. I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and arched my hips before he even got his tongue out. I prepared myself to be rocked.
And then his tongue gently, almost barely, glided over my clit.
Oh, damn! I should have known better. Adrian wasn’t going to rush this. He was going to give me almost unbearable pleasure by taking his time. If this was manipulation, well, fuck it, Iwantedthis kind of manipulation.
And wouldn’t you know it, this kind of manipulation was absolutely fucking perfect in building the tension, building toward a release that I knew would be even more potent than what I’d experienced before.
Even though I knew it was “manipulation,” somehow, it seemed like I was perfectly in sync with him. That didn’t mean that I predicted his every move, far from it, but it did mean that everything he did was just right. There was no wasted motion, no “oh I don’t like that,” not even a “meh” moment. Every flicker of his tongue, every grasp of his hand, every press worked to perfection.
I could barely breathe. And Adrian wasn’t even trying to suffocate me, either literally or otherwise. He just seemed to perfectly listen to what my body said, take it in, and give it.
It took almost no time at all to get me to climax. Adrian held my hips in place, making it impossible to escape the rush overwhelming me from my clit outward. Oh, trust me, I tried. I squirmed, I screamed, I grabbed his hair as tight as I could.
Only when I begged him to stop and nearly kicked him in the face did he pull back.
I took but a second to recover before I told him to get on the bed, on his back. He might have wanted to go slow, the better to show he was present, not conniving, but I had no such qualms. Before he had even fully gotten on the bed, I yanked his underwear off, showing his erect cock pointed face down. It was a position that really just showed how much the King of Diamonds was packing, and despite having come just moments before, I was right back where I was moments before.
When he laid on his back, I wasted no time getting him in my hands, stroking before placing him in my mouth. I never let my eyes wander from his; I wanted him to know that I would have him forever. No more doubts. No more thinking.
Just being and doing.
As any good relationship would be.
As any meaningful, long-lasting relationship would be.
The implication of what we were hit me. We weren’t just compatible sexually, though that was absolutely fucking true. We weren’t just intellectually compatible.
We were just compatible, period. We didn’t need to provide nuance to the word or say it didn’t apply to certain situations. We just were.
There was something so powerful about that realization. For all the complexity we’d been through, for all the hoops I’d jumped through related to my work and him with his persona… sometimes, you just had to call a diamond a diamond, regardless of how much heat and pressure had forged it.
And fuck if I didn’t have the most handsome diamond of all.
“I need you still,” I said, pulling him out of my mouth to stroke him further. “I want you in me.”
“Come,” Adrian said.
I held him as I straddled him, guided him in, and then moved my hands to my chest. I wanted Adrian to come right here. I didn’t care about changing positions, about lasting a while; all of that would happen at a later date.
I wanted to look Adrian Vale in the eyes the entire time he was inside me. We’d been through so many struggles, so many fears, so much growth, I needed us to see each other at his moment of release.
Adrian must have felt the same way, because his gaze never left mine. His hands explored me all over, sure, and he ran his fingers over my clit when I was in a more stable spot. But on the part of the eyes?
We never left each other.
And I knew, looking at him, that we never would.
In the same way it didn’t take me that long to climax, it didn’t take Adrian that long. He wasn’t a pump-and-done by any stretch, but it wasn’t like this lasted an hour. But you know what? We lasted long enough. We lasted until there were no illusions of games, of fake pressure or heat, or of doubts.
We lasted until we reached a place of certainty.
We lasted long enough to know this would be forever.
As Adrian finished, I leaned forward and kissed him, smothering his orgasmic shouts with my lips. Slowly, he stopped lurching. Slowly, he relaxed.
Slowly, his heart settled down.
I dismounted him, reached for a towel nearby, cleaned us both off, and laid next to him, pressing our fully exposed bodies to each other. I had no idea what time it was; I barely had any awareness of the fact that we were still at my place, not Adrian’s. Briefly, a thought crossed my mind about how in the world Adrian would get back to Vegas. Another one flashed about how we’d realistically make this long-distance thing work.
