Thrust.
“Most gorgeous.”
Thrust.
“Woman I have ever met,” he breathed into her.
Pressing into her harder, he growled, “You turn me inside out and I’m happy to bare every inch of myself to you.”
He pounded painfully into her, and she closed her eyes, moaning.
“I need to feel you everywhere. Adria, the things you make me feel…”
He turned, carrying her.
He set her down, feet on the floor. His cock cried out, leaving her. But he spun Adria and pressed her into the vanity, entering her from behind.
She looked up, locking eyes with him in the mirror, and he fucked her from behind.
The primal hunger surged seeing her green eyes looking back at him. Her shirt in tatters around her perky breasts. A purple hickey on her neck. Seth hiked her skirt up, revealing her tight ass.
Bringing his hand down, his hand slapped sharply against her flesh and Adria growled low and pressed herself back intohim. Seth slapped her again before grabbing the swell of her hips and pounding painfully. He felt another orgasm building.
Where the last one carried a shattering sensation, this one threatened to pull him together. She had claimed him. And now he was claiming her.
He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
Their eyes found each other; they were both covered in sweat.
“Come with me,” he pleaded, not recognizing his own voice.
Her mouth parted in an almost pained expression before he felt her insides clamping around him.
Seth’s mind came undone.
He unraveled around her, riding the second-best orgasm he had ever had, before collapsing next to her on the bathroom counter.
The two of them, breathing heavily, just looked at each other, before he moved to scoop her in his arms. Breathing with his face in her hair.
She let him hold her for a long while, letting the fog of the events clear.
A steady shake came over him and he trembled.
“Can you make it back to the room?” she asked him as another shake racked through him. Seth felt her pulling on his clothes.
“It’s okay, you can shower here,” she said, pulling his shirt over his head.
The water turned on and she kept one hand on his shoulder.
He trailed his fingers along her ripped shirt.
“What are you supposed to wear to the room,” he giggled, feeling odd.
“We’ll wrap up in towels,” she said, taking off her skirt.
“Get in.” She gestured to the shower.
Seth’s legs protested, but he stood and moved, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on his skin.
