Page 50 of The Flight Risk

I lean my head back again to rinse my hair. Soap gets into my eye and it burns. Sexy, Tess. I close my eye and am about to rinse water into it, but I feel Oakley’s thumb rub the side of my eye gently.

I blink and allow water to seep in while also soaking in the sight of Oakley’s bare chest in front of me. He keeps exceeding every expectation. Most guys that I’ve slept with in the past would’ve rushed past something like this. A shower together was just a means to an end. But not Oakley. He’s not a man who rushes. He loves to take his time with me at all angles of our relationship. It’s causing me to slow down and savor every second with him and not just move on to the next thing because I’m afraid of getting hurt. I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s transpired tonight, especially his confession on the dock. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life. He’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

Once I can blink my eye open again, I have the ability to focus on the man in front of me. My fingers crawl against his wet chest. I ask, even though I have a sneaking suspicion I know the answer, “Have you ever had shower sex? I mean, other than with yourself?” I smirk and a low chuckle escapes his perfect lips.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t.” He raises my chin and his eyes look dark. “But there’s a first time for everything.” His lips crash with mine as he cups my ass and grabs the back of my neck. My heart is racing out of pure excitement and pleasure. Oakley turns my body around and I can feel every inch of him against my lower back and ass. His hand wraps tenderly around my neck and my head falls back against his broad chest. He nips at my ear and his hot breath causes goosebumps to appear across my body. “You know I was thinking of you when I had my hand around my cock that morning, right?” All I can do is exhale because his hand descending softly from my neck to my breasts sends a shock wave through me. It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had. If it’s intense now, I can’t imagine how intense it will be once any part of him is inside of me again.

His strong hand cups and squeezes my breasts while his other hand holds me close, pushing me against his hard cock. I push my hips back, aching for him to touch me where I want him to touch me. His low voice rumbles against my hot skin. “Patience, Tess. I promise I’ll be a good boy and give you what you want.”

A rush of white hot desire shoots through me as he slowly moves toward the marble tile wall and I have no other choice but to succumb to his movement. He stops short of pressing me fully against the cool, wet tile. “Adam.” I want him so bad it’s almost infuriating. He slides his hand down toward my pussy and massages my clit while he continues to massage my tits, practically holding both with one massive hand. I let out a gasp and lean against the wall with my forehead for some stability. It’s stimulation overload–something I’ve never experienced because unlike the man inserting his giant fingers inside of me right now, no other man has taken their time with me, let alone made sure that I came before they did.

The oscillation of his fingers is overwhelming and my body trembles from the sensation. “I think I’m a big fan of shower sex. Especially if it leads to you moaning like that. Now I want to see how far your legs can spread open.” He already knows what makes me tick and that quiet confidence he has on the ice certainly transfers into the bedroom. I widen my stance so he can go deeper and feel how wet he’s making me. And almost as if he’s a mind reader, he says, “I want to see how wet you can get before I get inside you.”

My eyes are half shut and everything starts to spiral out. Everything is getting hotter and hotter. I press my ass closer to him and his erection. I reach behind me and grab the back of his neck. He leans down and kisses my neck as he proceeds to suck and lick and kiss again and again. That pushes me over the edge once more. I rest my head against his shoulder and he doesn’t stop kissing me or moving his hands along my body. When I finally catch my breath, I say, “You have ruined showers for me. I expect nothing less from now on.”

He kisses my temple. “Noted. And back at you. With the whole ruining showers thing.” He cups his hands around my breasts and squeezes. My body feels like a live wire when he touches any part of me. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Tess. What are you thinking right now?”

I turn and face him. He steps back into the water and takes the opportunity to take the quickest shower ever, while still keeping his eyes on me the whole time, devouring me in the process. I ache for him to devour me in another way. I know exactly what I want him to do to me, I just don’t know if he would want it. He turns the water off finally and reaches for towels. He wraps one around me and I clasp onto it, watching him as he wraps his own towel around his waist. We both step out of the shower and then he crooks a finger at me.

“You’re holding back, Tess.” He places his hands on either side of my face. He studies me again. “I can see it in your eyes. Tell me what you want.”His voice is deep and growly and sweet at the same time, leaving me completely breathless and wanting him more with each passing second.

I feel like I can be as bold as I want with Oakley and he won’t run away.

“I want… to sit on your face.” I feel myself blush at uttering those words out loud, but as always, Oakley reassures me immediately.

“Do it,” he says with lust in his eyes, as he drops the towel that previously hung around his hips. He steps toward me and strips the towel away from my dripping body. He licks off the water from my neck and follows those licks with the sweetest kisses imaginable. His scruff leaves the most delicious sensation against my skin and I want to feel it between my thighs immediately. He makes me feel so beautiful and more confident than ever. The fact that I can be open to any one of my desires and fantasies and he is game for anything, is such a turn-on. He presses his forehead against mine. “Let’s go back to the bed right now so you can sit that pretty pussy of yours on my face, Tess. I want to give you anything you want.” His fingers trail along my hips and across my thighs until he inserts them into my pussy, nearly knocking me off balance. I clutch onto his veiny forearms for stability as he works his fingers inside me again. I whimper as he takes his fingers out of me and licks them. He then says, “Open.”

A rush of need pools in my belly and I open my mouth. He sticks his large, wet fingers in my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. Every feral part of me is activated by this sweet golden retriever of a man doing something so dirty. “Mmm,” is all that comes out of his mouth before he grabs my ass and lifts me up, making his way back to the bed. He starts sucking on my nipples and cupping my breasts again. I grab the sides of his face and kiss him fiercely, letting my tongue explore his mouth and letting him explore mine. He lowers me onto the ground, then lays down on the bed, waiting for me to climb on top of him.

“Tell me, Adam.” I crawl on top of him until I’m straddling his chest, not quite making it to his face yet. “Am I corrupting you?” I ask playfully, cocking an eyebrow.

A guttural laugh emerges from him. “In all the best ways, honey.” That word coming out of his sexy lips just made the Adam Oakley hot meter go off the charts. And it made me fall that much more in love with him.

This is new to me. The vulnerability and comedy that can happen during sex. I’ve heard that this can happen, but never thought I could have it. With Oakley, I can have anything and everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s breaking the cage that has guarded my heart for so long. I am finally breaking free and I’m so happy he’s the one I’m doing it with.

I scoot up so that I’m now hovering over his face. “Are you sure about this, Adam? I don’t want to crush you.”

He grabs my hips and I have no chance of moving. “Tess, baby, sit on my face right now. Don’t fucking hold back.” Before I can protest, he licks me and then sucks on my clit. He starts off slow at first and then he starts devouring me. I press one hand against the wall in front of me and the other finds his light brown damp locks, twisting. He groans against my pussy as I ride his face. He digs his fingers into my hips and sucks on my clit slightly harder than before, not letting up and not letting me go anywhere. I widen my legs more so he can go as deep as he can. As I look down at him, his eyes are the darkest shade of forest green I’ve ever seen.

I ache to have him inside me and as I begin to reach back so I can grab his very hard cock, he stops licking and grabs my wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tess. This is about you right now. Not me.” He releases my wrist and just as I think he’s going to hold onto my hip again, he sends me close to the edge when he sticks his fingers inside me and rolls his tongue along my clit. He closes his lips around it and starts sucking again. I pull on his hair harder and he sucks harder in return. The tight coil in my core is about to snap. “Fuck. This feels so good, Adam.”

“Good,” is all he says when he takes out his fingers, licks them clean and then continues to lick my drenched pussy. There’s a playful look in his eyes when he does it and that fuels my pure lust for him. My body can’t hold up much longer. I love that there’s no pressure from Adam to come in a certain amount of time. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to take his time with me. He’s savoring me and I’m always going to let him.

It’s the best feeling in the world to want someone as much as they want you.

Adam curls his tongue inside me and waves of pleasure crash through me. He doesn’t stop until I’m done riding out my orgasm. I hold onto the wall again as he licks me clean. “Jesus, Tess.” I scoot back and then lay on his sculpted, glistening chest. He’s still hard and I try to scoot down further so I can make him feel the way I do right now, but he holds me in place. He traces his fingers along my bare back, slightly tickling me in the process. I’ve never felt so loved. My insides warm at the thought that this could be my forever.

The rain is starting to come down harder outside and lightning flashes, mimicking the intensity of what just transpired in this bed. “I never thought I could ever meet a woman like you.”

“And what kind of woman am I?” I draw small circles on his chest.

“A woman who is just as sweet as she is sexy. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. A woman who takes my breath away every time I’m around her. A woman who is fucking perfect in every possible way. A woman who is mine.”

I swallow hard, attempting poorly to hold back happy tears. I prop myself up and take in the man underneath me. His hair is wavy and wild. He’s goddamn irresistible. It hurts to look at him sometimes. His eyes and smile undo me. And no one undoes Tess Lewis.

Adam Oakley found a way. “I feel the same way about you, Adam. You are perfect in every possible way.”

He grabs the back of my head, clutching my messy, wavy, still damp hair and crashes his lips to mine. I taste myself on his tongue and it sends me into a frenzy. I bite Oakley’s bottom lip and a low growl emits from deep in his chest. He turns us around in one swift movement and now it’s him on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my torso. Pure lust overrides every movement he makes. Gentle Oakley has left the building and his alter ego has entered the chat. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. I feel the tip of his dick against me. I keep my gaze locked with his and just when he’s about to reach for a condom, I tighten my very sore thighs. “I want to feel all of you again, Adam.” I whisper the same words he told me earlier: “Don’t fucking hold back.”