Page 32 of Wait For You
I blinked, feeling the heat rushing through me, the roar of need and desire. I felt bold and reckless again at feeling so linked with him. I placed my palm on his chest as I leaned up, answering him with a kiss.
I pressed him back to the wall. Adam didn’t miss a beat, letting out a little growl into our kiss. I loved the feel of his strong, protective embrace and the way he held me close. I felt safe rather than overpowered.
I reached between us, sliding my palm over the thick ridge of his arousal. When we broke apart to gulp in air, I swiftly tore open the buttons on his fly, reaching in to curl my hand over his length. I needed more; I needed to feel him. Something was so intoxicating about his desire for me, his need for me.
“Tessa,” he murmured against my lips.
“Hmm?” I stepped back just enough to push his jeans and briefs down.
His cock sprang free, and I savored the warm, velvety feel of it as it pulsed under my touch. His head thumped against the wall behind him when I slid my thumb over the drop of pre-cum rolling out. I needed to taste him and lifted my hand to suck the musky, salty tang off my thumb.
His eyes narrowed and darkened. “Tessa,” he bit out between gritted teeth
“Mm-hmm?” I leaned down because I couldn’t resist. When I brought my lips to his thick crown, pressing an open kiss there, I tilted my head to the side, watching his mouth open slightly as he let out a strangled growl.
Power surged through me. Maybe it was because this was the opposite of how I had experienced any sexual encounter with my ex. I savored the way Adam looked at me. The way I knew I could be free with him, I could be safe with him. All my reserve fell away. I didn’t worry if I was going to do this wrong.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him in and letting my tongue slide up the back of his shaft when I drew upward again. His fingers laced in my hair, giving a slight tug when I sucked deeply again.
He choked out my name in a slurred voice. I settled in to tease him, curling my palm around the base of his cock before drawing back and sucking him in again and again. I felt his body tighten, his hips rocking into my mouth once again.
“Tessa, please,” he bit out.
I released him with a pop, leaning back to look up at him.
“I need to be inside you.”
I didn’t hesitate. When I straightened, his dark eyes stayed locked to mine. I felt liquid all over, my knees wobbly. I took an unsteady breath. Before I could take another breath, his lips were on mine, his kiss instantly commanding. Fiery seconds burned by before he lifted his head, and we sucked in air.
He guided me toward the foot of my bed and turned me, murmuring, “Bend over.”
I would’ve done literally anything he asked at this moment. A moment later, my elbows rested on my bed. I shivered all over at the feel of one of his palms curving over my bottom. He shoved my cotton pants and panties down in one swift motion. His fingers delved between my thighs. I pushed back into his touch when he stretched me with two fingers.
Everything was a new sensation, each one ratcheting the need spinning inside tighter and tighter. The brush of the denim from his jeans on my legs. The feel of his arousal, thick and hot and a little damp from my mouth on the sensitive skin on my thighs. His fingers pumping in and out. The cool air when he stepped back.
I let out a whimper, bereft at losing his touch even for a few seconds. His palm pressed between my shoulder blades, flattening me on the mattress. With his other hand, he pushed my thighs farther apart just before I felt his mouth on my sex from behind. It was filthy, decadent, and wildly pleasurable as he teased me with his fingers and his tongue.
Within seconds, I was begging. “Adam, Adam, please…”
His reply was low and quiet. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
His palm slid around to tease over my clit as he leaned back and pumped his fingers once more. The pleasure crashed hard and fast through me, leaving me trembling all over.
I felt him straighten and gasped at the thick press of his crown at my entrance. The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me.
“Hurry, please, I need you,” I rasped.
“You’ve got me.”
I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out when he filled me. The stretch of him inside was intoxicating. He seated himself deeply in one thrust.
“Come for me again, sweetheart,” he whispered as he bent over me, nipping my neck lightly from behind.
I arched into his touch, pleasure racing in a fiery shiver down my spine. I felt the slow pull and slide as he drew back and sank in again. I felt encompassed by him as he curled over me. He reached around me with his fingers teasing over my slippery wet, swollen clit.
On the heels of a shuddering breath and one more deep thrust inside me, I came, the orgasm shaking me to my bones, the pleasure running so deep my knees gave out.
I felt his lips hot against my neck. He filled me once more and began to shudder with me.