Page 82 of Never Till Now

“I don’t want us to fall into a boring pattern. I like our heated moments of lust.” I’ve gotten better at speaking my mind with each meeting with my therapist.

“You’re scared I’ll stop thinking about dominating your body?”

“I don’t want work, dinner, sleep, repeat and you ending up bored of me.” I push forward a half smile and shrug. “I enjoy the orgasms you give me.”

Adam stands, pushing his chair back. “You want to know all I’ve thought about since you walked through the door?” He towers over me as I come face-to-face with his erection.

I swallow, unable to answer and glance into darkening eyes. His fingers grip my chin, pulling me up out of my seat. He bends slightly and brings his hands behind my thighs as he picks me up and carries me to his large window. My breath hitches as my back hits the cool glass through my thin tank top. My legs drop to the floor as his arms cage around my head. This dominant stance never fails to put me under his mercy.

“Your soul is beautiful, Lauren, but your body entices me to do wicked things to it.” Adam holds my gaze as he slides down my frame, his fingertips feathering down my sides.

He drops to his knees and his thumbs delicately slip into the waistband of the boxers I chose to wear, and he pulls them down.

“I’ve taken a knee for you Lauren, now let me give you your favorite ring.” I damn near lose all control with his words alone.

I lift my leg onto his shoulder as my hands press against the window.

My head tilts back, arching my body farther into his mouth as it connects with my center. He hums in approval of my gasp and the vibrations ricochets throughout my lower stomach. His tongue swirls my clit before penetrating inside then back up. I can’t figure out if I am so responsive to his touch from our time apart, or how much power he possesses over every inch of my body. I don’t have time to think as Adam quickens the pace and my breaths become heavy. Each breath brings me closer to the edge, building a higher intensity through my veins. He’s only in contact with one spot, yet I feel him everywhere. Through my bones, the tingling in my hair and in the shaking of my body.

“Adam!” I call out, reaching down to grip his hair for more support on my palpitating body.

He presses a soft kiss to my sensitive bud before lightly scratching his nails up my body. His hand laces through my hair with a tight grip as my head yanks back. His nose traces from my jawline to my ear and his teeth sink into the crook of my neck. His hot breath quickens as my hands trail down to his throbbing dick. His workout shorts hit the ground as I lightly run the pads of my fingers from the base of him to the tip. My fingers wrap around him and give a firm squeeze, discovering him harder than I’ve ever thought was possible. He bites down harder on my neck and hisses. I start to lower, wanting to drop to my knees, but his hand encompasses my throat, halting me.

“Uh-uh, I’m owning your body tonight, Blondie. You said you have doubts that one day I’ll get tired of you.” His grip tightens around my throat as he licks his lips. “I’m reminding you just how bad I’ve got it for you, woman.”

I’m guided to the bed as he grabs the hem of my tank top but doesn’t fully remove it. Instead, it lifts just enough to cover my eyes and the extra fabric holds my arms above my head. Everything is heightened. I feel a finger press into my bottom lip and slide into my mouth.

“Suck.” His voice is low and demanding and lights my body up again. “Good girl,” he whispers as I wrap my lips around his finger.

His fingers trail down my neck, across my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts. A whimper escapes as his teeth graze my nipple the same time his finger runs from one hip to the other. My breath hitches as my stomach sucks in, rolling like a wave from the unexpected dual sensation.

“Yes,” I sigh, and he does it again.

“I’ll never get over how responsive you are to my touch,” he growls, and I feel him hover above me.

My tank top is yanked off and his lips capture mine with greed. Deep kisses transfer between us, and I pull him closer to me, needing to feel his weight. His hips push into mine as his cock slides up and down my soaked folds. My core aches as the sensation on my clit gets more attention. Needing his deep penetration, my legs wrap around his hips to push him into me. Adam continues grinding against me, ignoring my plea.

“I won’t push into you until I make your body shake one more time.” He smirks and replaces the tip of his dick with his finger, circling me with the perfect amount of pressure. “Open your legs wider, baby, and take every bit of this.”

Tension builds and just as I let go with his name on my lips, he pushes into me. My nails scratch down his back as he starts to thrust hard. He pushes to his knees, hiking both of my legs around his hips to arch my body off the bed. He is so deep I barely have time to recover from the last orgasm before this one takes over. The sound leaving my lips is unintelligible, like my mind.

He pulls out, kissing each of my inner thighs and gives me a second to catch a few breaths.

“On your side.” He grabs my waist, flipping me as if I weigh nothing.

Yeah, there’s the ring in my ears.

He finishes me off strong before letting himself go and heads down the hall. I could pass out from the exhaustion of orgasms, but I’m giddy.

“I may be offended if you absolutely hate this.” Adam enters his room holding a bowl of what I assume to be ice cream

“Wait,” I pause, looking at the color and remembering it matched whatever he had in the blender. “Did you make me ice cream?”

“I did.” He wears a proud smile beautifully, taking a seat next to me. “I took your love of chocolate ice cream and mixed it with your love for hazelnut coffee.”

I feel my cheeks tighten as they ball up in a wide smile. My heart skips a beat at his thoughtfulness.

“Adam, this is incredible. Seriously, you have every shop I’ve tried in this city beat.” The smoothest consistency of flavor and perfection hit my tongue.