Page 19 of Conquer

Seven

Sam

“So…” I said, a couple hours later when Adrian again stood in my front room.

“So…” he replied, looking at me with that inscrutable expression again.

I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I knew what I wanted.

I wanted Adrian to stay, wanted that with everything inside me.

It was illogical, nearly impossible to explain, but the pull I felt for him was overwhelming in its strength, and I didn’t want to fight it.

But what I didn’t know was how Adrian felt. He’d settled in over dinner, and we’d had a wonderful time, talking when we wanted but equally comfortable with silence, something that still surprised me.

And now we were at a crossroads. This night could end or it could continue.

I didn’t want it to end.

“Sam, I—”

I didn’t let Adrian finish. Sex goddess Samara took over, and in one second I was standing, hoping that he would kiss me. In the next, I took matters into my own hands.

I stretched up tall and pressed my lips against his, barely grazing them but the contact enough to make me sigh.

My eyes had fluttered closed, but I opened them, met his, and tried to read the expression in them.

I couldn’t, and I thought for a moment that he might break away.

He didn’t.

He moved forward, slammed his lips against mine, his kiss soft yet forceful, his arm like a steel band around my waist.

I let out another sigh, let myself melt against him, and sighed again when I realized that his body really was as rock-solid as it looked.

Adrian was granite made flesh. I touched him gingerly at first, resting my hand on his solid biceps. But as he kissed me deeper, slipped his tongue into my mouth, the desire, the need to touch him more increased, sped my motions.

I let my hand drift down his chest, thrilling in the feel of one muscle after another, the softness of his T-shirt, the hard warmth of his body creating a thrilling contrast.

He touched me too, with his lips, which traced my jaw, my neck, and with his hands, which hovered at my waist but then moved lower, over my hips to cup my ass and pull me close so that my breasts were smashed against his chest, my stomach in just the right place to feel his hardness.

That feeling was intoxicating, something I wanted more of. Without stopping to think, I reached for him, closed my hand around the bulge that tented his pants.

We both sighed when I touched him, me at the new and yet addictive feel of him in my palm. Him, I hoped, because he liked my touch.

I looked at his eyes, studying them, hoping he could see my unspoken question.

He must have, for he nodded shortly and then began kissing me again, his lips shifting between my neck and collarbone, stirring a maelstrom of sensation that only intensified what was already there.

Eyes sealed shut now, I let my feelings guide me, used my fingers to slip open his belt and then do the same with his pants. I felt Adrian still and take his hands away, let my eyes drift open to watch as he moved his pants and underwear down.

I watched avidly, unable to pull my eyes away as more and more of him was revealed. First the flatness of his lower abdomen. Next the tuft of wiry, dark brown hair. Then, finally, the smooth yet veiny skin of his shaft, the slick crown at his tip.

The first sight of his manhood made my sex clench, the need to have him inside me chased by the question of whether he would fit. Adrian’s penis was not overly long but thick enough to make me question if I’d be able to close my fingers around him.

I wanted to find out.

I reached up, slow, tentative, and grazed my fingers along his skin. He sucked in a breath that made him flinch, and I dropped my hand away, looking up at him with alarm.

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