Page 55 of Lost Love Found

“So fucking wet, Adam.” Like embarrassingly wet, but I don’t care one tiny bit. I pant when he bites down on my shoulder and then soothes it with a swirl of his tongue. His hands travel up my arms to my shoulders and he hooks his thumbs under the thin straps of my dress. His hands move back down my arms bringing the straps with them, revealing my breasts to him. I gasp. He groans. My dress pools on the floor.

He backs away, pulling me with him. He sits on the couch and I take my time kneeling above his lap. His hands travel from the backs of my thighs to my ass as his mouth works sweet torture on one of my nipples. My fingers thread into his hair, holding his head in place before he moves on to my other peak, readily waiting for him. He sucks and licks and I start to feel the build-up inside me just as he pulls away, trailing kisses up my chest as I slowly lower myself onto his lap.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say in a whisper, not meaning to, and I feel the blush creep into my cheeks.

“Finally, she compliments something that isn’t my ass.” He smiles up at me and my body melts onto his.

I feel the wetness of my panties against the hardness of his erection, and my desire floods through me as I try to stifle a whimper. With a gentle rocking motion, I move against him, letting out a low moan at the exquisite pleasure radiating through my body. His hands grasp my hips and I whisper in his ear, “I can think of at least one thing I like more than your ass right now.”

“Elaina, fuck.” His fingers dig into my hips, stopping my movement. “I’m not going to last long if you keep this up.” His lips are on my neck again and I can’t take it. I need to move. Need to feel him.

“I don’t care about that.” I start a slow but steady grind on him again. “I’m so close already, Adam. You feel so good.” I kiss him deeply as his hands move up my back, one tangling into my hair.

We find a rhythm and when I roll my head back and close my eyes, he calls me back to him.

“Elaina, open your eyes.” When I do, I see his dark blue eyes on mine, and something shifts inside of me. The intimacy of the moment, the pressure building inside me, it all feels too overwhelming. I bury my head in his neck as I pant, feeling my body shake. But it’s not from my climax, it’s something else. Panic? Fear? I don’t have time to figure it out as I feel his body convulsing once, twice, three times as he finds his release. And me? I find myself in this same place I’ve been before, where my brain takes over and rather than allowing myself to feel, I shut down.

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did you…you know?

adam

Did that really just happen? I’m about to feel embarrassed, but everything about being with Elaina feels natural, even dry humping like a horny teen. Her head is still buried in my neck and her body feels stiff, very unlike mine which feels more relaxed than it has in a long time. Did she not…? I felt her body tense up, but maybe…?

Running my hands up and down her arms, I gently nudge her away from me so I can look at her. “Elaina…” The moment I see her face I know it. She didn’t come. Fuck, how could I have missed that? “Did you…?” Her eyes shoot up, but they don’t meet mine and her eyebrows bunch together in confusion. “Hey, look at me.” When she does, all I see in her big green eyes is worry and I hate it. That’s not how this is supposed to go.

“I’m OK, Adam. That’s how it always is for me.” Wait, what? She looks back down at my chest and a small, sad smile tugs at her lips. “It’s my own fault. I just can’t shut my brain off. Ben did always say I was a bit stiff and frigid, so–”

“I’m going to stop you right there. First of all, let’s never speak his name when you’re nearly naked in my lap again, deal?” I nod, and he repeats the movement. “Secondly, there is nothing frigid about you and that was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Hell, I should be embarrassed I just came in my underwear, but I’m not because that’s what you do to me, Elaina.” I tug at her chin so her eyes will meet mine again. “Understand? You drive me absolutely wild.” She pulls both lips between her teeth as she nods again.

“Can you tell me what happened? What changed? Twice tonight you said you were close, so help me understand.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, playing with the ends of her hair.

"I just... I haven't... That doesn’t happen unless I’m by myself." Her cheeks flush and she licks her lips, as if giving herself more time to continue. "You took me by surprise. You keep doing that, actually. When I said I was close, I meant it, but it was like once I was aware of it, I froze up." Her sheepish smile tells me it's ok for us to talk about this now.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’re about to make an exception to the rule we just set.” As much as I hate to do this, we need to talk about this asshole. “So, for three years. With Ben. You never...?" I ask, unable to stop the words from tumbling out.

"Never. Not with anyone. Not for about ten years, actually." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, and it takes all of my self-control not to show the shock I feel on my face. "But you and Ben, you loved each other. Or at the very least you loved him..."

"No. I didn't. Ben was... uncomplicated. Simple. We never fought and I thought that after Andy and dating as much as I had that he was what I needed, even if he wasn't what I really wanted." Her eyes flick away for a moment before returning to me again. "I thought if I had someone like him, I could maybe grow to love him. But I never did. On paper we were great. Perfect, even. But it never felt quite right. Physically or emotionally."

I clench my jaw, fighting back the desire to proclaim the words I've been dying to say. I want to tell her how right it feels with us, like this has been designed just for us. I was made to be hers. And I am. But she needs more time.

"Thank you for telling me, L." I lightly kiss her forehead and hold her tightly in my arms, her head resting on my chest as I inhale the scent of her shampoo and kiss the top of her head. When our bodies part, I'm acutely aware of the cold wetness between my legs. Elaina pulls away from me, her eyes heavy and cheeks flushed. We hurry to the bathroom, taking turns stripping out of our clothes, and changing into soft T-shirts and clean underwear. Returning to the bedroom, my body moves towards Elaina, our limbs intertwining naturally. We settle into bed in peaceful silence, our breaths even as we drift off into a deep, restorative slumber.

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I wake up to the sound of my name, but what jolts me out of my dream is the feel of Elaina’s ass on my crotch. I still her movement with my hands again and whisper into her ear, “Morning, my Tornerose.” She scoots even closer to me.

“God, I love it when you call me that.” I kiss her earlobe then lick circles in the spot right below it. “Mmm, and I love it when you kiss me there.” She arches into me, and I run my hand over her stomach, sliding it under her shirt until I find her breast. “And the way you touch me…” I pinch her nipple as I bite down on her shoulder gently. I don’t want to push her, but fuck, if I’m not dying to make her come. To see her. Hear her. So when the idea comes to me, I just go for it.

“Show me.” I whisper in her ear then keep kissing her neck.

“W-what? Show you what?” Her breathy voice tells me just how into this she is and that only urges me on more.

“How you touch yourself. How you make yourself come. I want you to show me.” I take her hand and slowly start guiding it down below her belly button. She doesn’t stop me, but I don’t miss the way she holds her breath, like she’s too nervous to even breathe. I stop, our fingers right at the hem of her panties. “You don’t have to–”

“I want to,” she whispers. “B-but maybe just me? Just my hand?” I nod and slowly run my hand up her torso, moving her shirt over her tits. As her fingers reach her folds, she gasps and I watch as her fingers work in a slow, circular pattern. I palm her breast and work her nipple in the same tempo as she’s working her clit.

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