Page 83 of Electric Touch
She relinquishes the guitar easily enough when I take it. I set it down on the sofa beside her, then kneel. Her lips part as I plant my hands on the sofa on either side of her thighs.
“I’m here now, and I want to pick up where we left off. If you’ll let me.”
“Are we talking about the guitar lessons, or something else?” she breathes out.
“Well, Jordan was right.” My hand cups her cheek.
“About?” Her brow furrows.
“It is sexy when you see your woman holding an instrument.”
Her mouth parts as if she is going to say something. Probably to argue that she isn’t my woman. And maybe she isn’t. Yet. But I plan on working on that.
I lean in and take her lips with mine, sliding my hand through her hair. Teasing her lips open and tangling my tongue with hers. Her back arches up, pushing her tits into my chest. I’m definitely not overstepping right now.
I move lower, kissing her jaw and throat. My face buried in her hair, sucking at the warm skin. She moans and tilts her head. Her hands come up to my hips, she widens her legs, allowing me to shuffle forward between them.
Adrestia drags my t-shirt up, pushing me back to get it over my head. Her eyes roam my chest and arms and her nails follow, raking over my pectorals. Fuck, I need her. Now. I pull her shirt off and reach around to unhook her bra. She works the belt and zipper on my jeans. Her breasts tumble out and I drop my head, taking one in my mouth, pinching the other nipple.
Her head falls back and her nails dig into the skin of my biceps, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is having her back in my arms. I rise, grab a condom from my wallet, and kick off my jeans. I’m about to go for hers when she reaches out and grabs my hips. She is eye level with my dick.
More slowly than I can stand, she inches my underwear down. My cock springs out into her waiting hand.
“Shit,” I hiss as she runs her thumb over the tip. My eyes roll and she bows forward and gives a tentative lick to the underside of the head. Our eyes meet as she rolls her lips down my shaft. She takes the lead, making me curse. My chest heaves as she sucks me harder. I’d hoped she’d accept my apology so we could get back to where we were before. I never thought she’d be sucking the very life out of my cock.
Not wanting to come like this, I step back. My dick falls out of her mouth, making me laugh at how annoyed she looks. Until I push her back on the couch and drag her jeans and panties down. Sheathing myself in the condom, I get back on my knees and line up with her opening.
She gasps as I push inside. Her thighs tighten around my hips and her ankles lock behind me. I feast on her tits as I thrust into her. She’d got me far too worked up with the blow job. I’m not sure how much I can take before I lose it. But I grit my teeth and think about anything other than coming before her.
Adrestia grabs me by the hair and pulls me so she can kiss me. There is a slight sting in my scalp, but fuck if I care about that. I hold her hips down as I thrust harder.
Her head drops back, her eyes roll, and she squeezes me as an orgasm takes her. I thank fucking God as I piston into her faster, making her tits bounce and her head push into the back of the sofa.
“Are you okay?”
“Don’t fucking stop,” she growls at me.
Okay then. I straighten up and drag her so her ass hangs off the seat and pound into her, desperate, chasing my release. She’s panting, whispering ‘yes’ over and over. When she plays with her nipples, I fucking lose it. My head tips back and I grunt like a fucking animal as I come. I’m barely aware of her falling again. Apart from the way her pussy clutches my dick, making my climax last longer.
I can’t get my breath as I lower my head. She’s spread out beneath me, her thighs still locked tight around me. Her fingers are still toying with her nipples. I brush one hand aside and lower to suck it into my mouth. She sighs and I rise to kiss her, wanting to own her breath, her pleasure. Every fucking thing about her.
“So, now do you forgive me?” I smirk, nibbling her jaw.
“I’m not sure.”
“What?” I sit back in shock. She let me fuck her like that and… “You’re messing with me,” I shake my head, then pinch her nipple. Adrestia half laughs, half cries out at the sting.
“I think you’ve done enough to convince me,” she brushes my hair back off my forehead.
I feel on top of the fucking world as I move back, removing the condom and tying it off. Adrestia takes the throw from the end of the couch and covers that fucking amazing body of hers. I come back after discarding the condom and washing my hands. She is all curled up in the corner and smiles at me. I get on the couch and shift her until I’m behind her and pull her back against me.
We talk, while I alternate between playing with her hair and making circles on the smooth skin of her neck. Adrestia fills me in on how things are going back at work.
I tell her all about my trip to Montauk where Declan forced me to get my shit together. Elaborating a little more on my feelings for Riley but not dwelling on her. I’m sick of talking about her. Adrestia says she would like to thank Declan, making me laugh. I take a chance and ask about her mom and Hank. She goes quiet for a moment, speculatively more than upset.
“I’ve only met her husband twice.”
“Wow, really?”