Page 90 of Forever Found
“Well, I was hoping you were about to do that - make me smile more, I mean.”
“Damned right I am,” he growled, then he crawled onto the bed over me, caging me in as his arms rested either side of my head and his huge body hovered over mine. For a second panic took a slight grip on me, the power of him above me setting off awarning in my head, but when I glanced up and saw his eyes watching me so closely, with so much concern, that fear was gone as fast as it came. This was Adam. He would never hurt me, no matter how much bigger than me he was. I was safe with him, and I knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep me that way.
“Still with me, baby girl?” he asked softly.
“No where else I want to be,” I returned with a grin. Heat was buzzing through my whole body and rushing to my center. I wanted this with him. I needed it.
He leaned down and kissed me again, this time the kiss slower and more languid, like he wanted to take his time. His hand caressed a path down between my breasts and then slid up my shirt and over my stomach.
“Can I take this off?” he asked as he lifted the hem of my shirt.
“Please.”
Adam worked to undo the buttons on the cotton shirt I’d pulled on that afternoon, and slid it off of my shoulders, my bra going right after it. I didn’t even flinch, or worry about my scars. Adam had seen them already and I knew they didn’t bother him, so I wasn’t going to allow my insecurities to take this moment from me.
“You’re utter perfection, Addy. I could spend hours just looking at you like this,” he sighed as he sat back on his heels and just looked at my naked top half.
“Well, please don’t. I was hoping for a little more action,” I told him with a laugh, and he smiled too.
“Okay, not now, but one day,” he compromised. “I’d love to have you spread out on my desk naked one day, while I’m working. Wouldn’t get much damned work done, but I’d have a hell of a time making you come over and over again.”
“Adam!” I cried, but the idea was completely turning me on and I could feel the dampness building in my panties.
“I think you like that idea, don’t you?”
“I prefer the idea of you making me come right now.” I told him, very brazenly for me. I instantly blushed when he looked to me with surprise and delight in equal measure.
“So assertive. I like it. I knew you had it in you,” he grinned as he started to unfasten my jeans, then slowly slid them, along with my panties, down my legs.
“I…I thought you liked to be in control?” I questioned.
“Oh I do, and I will be most of the time if you allow me to be, but I also like this demanding side of you too. So sexy. I want to see more of that too.” I didn’t even have time to respond as he pulled my pants and panties clean off of me, tossing them to the floor, then he was over me again. His lips crashed down over mine and kissed me hard and fast, then he was drifting down my neck with those teasing kisses. He continued down my chest, between my breasts and down to my stomach. His hands stroked back up and cupped my breasts and he teased my nipples with his fingers as he continued to place gentle kisses on my stomach.
It took my fried brain a few moments to realize he was kissing each and every one of the marks and scars there. My eyes watered with the threat of tears as my emotions clogged my throat. It was such a gentle, loving gesture, and it meant so muchto me, allowing me to replace the terrible memories of how the scars got there, with this perfect moment with a man I loved.
“Still okay, baby girl?” Adam asked. He stopped kissing me and looked up, his eyes meeting mine.
“I’m good. I just…you kissing my scars…it feels good, in here.” I pressed a hand to my chest, over my heart.
“I love every single thing about you, Addy, including these scars. When you look at them now I want you to remember this, not what happened to make them exist, okay?”
“Yeah,” I nodded as I swiped at my eyes. “Me too.”
“You say stop at any point, and I stop. Tell me you know that.”
“I do. I trust you Adam,” I assured him. “But…” I added with a more playful smile. “…I think you’re wearing way too many clothes right now.”
“You’re right. Let me fix that,” he replied with a wink that set my heart fluttering even faster.
I watched him like a thirsty housewife at theMagic Mikeshow as he peeled off the t-shirt he wore. Next came his jeans, then his boxers, the whole time his eyes locked on mine and that sexy, playful smile remained on his face. He was a work of art, and I had the ridiculous thought he should never wear clothes. His body was way too perfect to be covered with such unworthy garments. Only the idea of other women getting to ogle what was mine had me changing my mind.
“You’re smiling now, baby,” he teased as he knelt on the bed and placed his body over mine again, caging me in, but this time we were both naked, and I was so ready and needy for whatever he wanted to give.
“Who wouldn’t be smiling right now?” I asked happily.
I moaned in delight as he dropped lower and turned his attention to my breasts without warning, clamping my right nipple in his mouth and nipping it slightly with his teeth. He alternated between them, the combination of pleasure and that little hint of pain making me cry out in pleasure, but also with my need for more. My core was throbbing for his touch.
“You taste so sweet,” he uttered as he sat back and looked to me with way too much calm. He was straddling my thighs and I could feel the weight of his unmistakable hardness between us.