Page 18 of Fighting Fate
“I like pretty underwear,” she admitted. “My workday clothes are utterly practical, so it’s sort of the one way I can express myself, even if nobody else usually gets to see it.”
“Lucky me, then.” He skated fingertips lightly over the smooth satin, the sensation barely registering through to Rosie’s skin. His gentleness, the delicacy of his touch, seemed so incongruous with his sheer size and power. Her sense of urgency was returning, an impatience, a wish for Adam to use some of that strength and nail her into the mattress.
“Too many clothes,” she said again, reaching for her purse, lying close to her hand on the bed. “And get one of these on.”
“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?” Adam said with a grin, but he reached down to unfasten his belt, push his trousers down, taking his boxers with them.
Rosie’s eyes widened and her fingers froze mid-fumble with the condom packet.
“Impressive,” she said finally, her mouth dry. He definitely was, his cock both long and thick, standing proudly out towards her.
“Proportional,” he replied with a grin, but he didn’t move any closer to her until she’d gotten past her momentary surprise. Then he eased to lie down beside her, propping himself up on an elbow, free hand skimming over her breasts lightly until she moaned and pushed against his hand, urging him to use more pressure, give more stimulation.
“May I?” he murmured low, hand sliding around to her back, fingering the hooks of the bra.
“Please do,” she panted, desperately wanting more. Her hands traced over the thick muscles of his torso, outlined his abs, before slipping lower. She curled one gently around the root of his cock, her breath catching as she realised her finger and thumb wouldn’t meet around his girth.
Adam made a strangled little sound in his throat, fingers stalling and fumbling, but finally he managed to pop her bra catches undone, eased the straps down her shoulders. Oddly, his fumbling made her feel more confident, believing that she wasn’t just the latest in a long line of conquests for him, because surely if he was, he’d have been smoother, more deft. Not shuddering against her, her name a soft gasp from his lips as he searched for her mouth to kiss her thirstily.
“Fuck, Rosie, I… fuck.” He pulled away from her quickly, shifting down the bed so she could no longer reach his cock, pressing his face between her breasts and laughing softly. “I feel like a horny teenager, about to cream his shorts. Gimme a minute, huh?”
“How about you give me a minute?” she suggested instead, curving her hand around the back of his head and urging his mouth to her nipple.
“Oh yeah,” was all he said before he latched on obediently, sucking in rhythmic deep pulls that had her hips rocking instinctively against him, hungry, needy sounds spilling from her lips.
Thick fingers traced over the triangle of damp satin covering her mound and she parted her legs for him immediately, desperate suddenly for fulfilment, for release. He was still gentle, tentative, and she reached to grab his wrist and urge his hand more firmly against her, making him chuckle against her breast.
“I got you, angel. Here. Like this?” and he rubbed a fingertip over her clit, quick and hard.
“Yes,” Rosie said on a strangled gasp, “don’t stop!”
He didn’t, setting up a fast, firm flicker over her clit which tipped her over the edge in moments. Rosie’s body bucked, stars flaring behind her eyelids as she cried out, the orgasm searing in its intensity.
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Adam gentled his touch, but he kept stroking, teasing lightly until Rosie’s eyes opened again. She hummed softly, her hand flexing lightly on his wrist.
“Okay?” he asked softly.
“Hmmm.” Her smile was satisfied, a woman who was well pleasured. “How ‘bout you?”
“I’m in no hurry.” It was a lie; his cock was aching, throbbing with need, but he wasn’t about to rush her.
The corners of her mouth tipped up further, and she rolled her head towards him, meeting his eyes. “You’re full of it.”
“I’m full of something,” he admitted, laughing at the direct way she called him on the white lie. “No rush, though. Really. If you’re good there, we can leave it…”
“I’m not that much of a cock-tease.” Her hand curled around his cock.
He liked her directness, her honest and blunt way of speaking. And he very much liked the way her hand felt on him. There was no way he was going to last long enough to get inside her; he managed to say as much between gasps and gulps for breath.
“Next time then,” she murmured, her other hand slipping down to cup his balls, knead them in her fingers, and he lost it completely, jerking and shuddering, hissed oaths spilling between his lips as he came, thick jets of cum spraying across her hand and his clenching abdominal muscles.
Soft lips pressed against his shoulder and Rosie murmured words of praise he barely heard over his own loud, panting breaths.
“Fuck,” he said finally. “Fuck.”
“Well no, but almost.” She laughed quietly before getting up and moving away; he heard water running in the bathroom before she returned with a cloth in her hand.