“What are you thinking about up there?”
I giggle. “Nothing.”
“Then come here,” he says, hooking a finger in his direction. I do as I’m told, melting into him from head to toe. Our lips fuse together, my breasts press against his chest. I straddle his hips and roll mine so his length brushes my still-sensitive clit. He grabs my thighs and tugs me upward, then reaches between us and aligns himself with my core.
“Just take it slow,” I say breathlessly.
He leaves me to lower myself at my own pace and praises me for every inch I take. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”
He is big. I stretch for him, ache for him. I feel him so deeply, so differently than anyone I’ve ever been with. When at last he’s hilted inside me, I really do purr.
“You look so perfect with my cock buried inside you.” He squeezes my thighs, so hard I know it’ll leave a mark. Or two. “I want you to ride me, Cora.”
I hum softly and rise up on my knees, then gasp as I sink onto him once more. Again and again, I take him. Our bodies move in perfect sync, and when that familiar heat burns hot once again, I collapse forward and kiss him deeply. Madly. He thrusts into me, our bodies suctioning and slapping together. He moans my name against my lips, and I taste the sweetness of it. Then Adam’s hands clamp down on my ass and he thrusts upward with wild abandon, driving me to another orgasm just as his rips through him.
We collapse in a heap of gasping breaths and sweat-slick limbs on top of the blankets. At some point, he kisses my forehead and gets up to discard the condom, turn the lamp off, and crawl back into bed.
“This time, you can just start out cuddling me. Don’t even have to pretend you don’t want to,” he teases.
I shove him playfully, then do exactly that. I throw a leg over his thigh, an arm over his abdomen. We fit perfectly together, much as it seems we shouldn’t. He tucks the blanket around us, kisses my temple, and whispers, “Goodnight,” into my hair.
And then I fall asleep in Adam’s arms.