Page 120 of His Secret
Hechuckles. “Maybe.”
I kiss the side of his head before I disentangle myself and step to the side. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
I disappear into my bathroom and get cleaned up, prepared to have the tables turned today. I remove everything but my underwear before I walk back into the bedroom where Adrian’s draping his clothing over the upholstered, barrel shaped accent chair near the window.
Walking straight up to him, I hand him a bottle of lube and say, “I want you to fuck me.”
He takes it, looking into my eyes. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he gives me one nod. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
Adrian yanks me into him, his mouth devouring mine in a viscous kiss.
“God, I’ve been waiting to feel you again. To feel how you clench around me,” he says through heavy breaths.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“You have no idea how often I thought about this. How frequently my memories of us would pop into my head.”
“Well, you don’t have to think about it anymore. You can do it. Fuck me, Adrian. Remind me that I’m yours.”
He makes a noise low in his throat. “You are.”
“Remind me. Claim me.” I let my tongue dance across his bottom lip. Lowering my voice, I say, “Hard. Fast. Deep. Show me how much you missed being inside me.”
Once again he smashes his lips against mine, shoving my boxer-briefs down at the same time. He pulls away, turning me toward the chair and pushing me until I’m forced to kneel on the cushion.
I spread my legs as far as they can go, my hands gripping the back of the seat as he buries his face between my cheeks.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, his tongue gliding over my hole.
He laps at me like I’m a puddle of water and he’s dying of thirst. His hands squeeze my ass as he hungrily devours me.
I pant and moan, begging for more, and he finally relents.
Easing away, he caresses my ass, and then I hear the cap of the lube pop open. A few seconds later, slick fingers begin pressing against my entrance.
I angle my head over my shoulder. “Yes, give it to me.”
His free hand traces a line down my spine. “Look at you. How did I go so long without having this? Without being able to see you like this anytime I wanted?”
I push back a little, his fingers sliding in deeper. He rotates them inside me.
“God,” I growl. “Fuck me, Adrian. I can’t take it anymore.”
His fingers curl up. “I want you to be ready for me,” he says.
“I am.”
“You think you are,” he says, tone deep and low. “But I’m going to fuck you with eight years of passion, desire, and need. I’m gonna fuck you with everything that I am.”
“Oh, yeah,” I moan.
“Do you have a condom?”
“In my nightstand.”
He takes several more minutes to stretch me and get my body prepared for him, and then he walks away to get the condom.