Page 84 of Lost Love Found

“I don’t want slow, Adam. Please!” I’m desperate and panting now as his fingers travel below my belly button. “Not your fingers. I want you, Adam. I need you to fuck me right n—” He pushes himself fully inside me and I moan so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear me. “Again,” I whimper. He slowly pulls out and rams himself into me again and I nearly come on the spot. Nothing feels as good as this. As good as him. “Yes,” I whisper as I kiss him. “More,” I say into his mouth. My legs are wrapped around him and as he lets my wrists go, my hands find his hair, tugging his mouth to my breast, asking him without words for what I want. What I need.

“Fuck, I’ve missed these tits. Missed your taste. Your smell. Missed your pussy gripping my cock. Missed every single thing about you, my love.” I could come just from hearing him talk like this. The mix of dirty and sweet talk drives me wild. And here I thought I was the one with the filthy mouth.

His breathing is heavy, and his eyes are steady on me. He pulls almost all the way out and pushes into me hard and fast, picking up the pace. My eyes drift closed. “Eyes on me, Elaina.” The stern tone of his voice mixed with love I see in his eyes is like a rolling wave that takes me under. My orgasm rolls through me in slow motion and seems to last forever. As I finally come down, he pushes into me one last time and I feel him empty himself inside of me. He grunts and whispers my name, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. He finally collapses on me, careful not to set all of his weight on top of me, and rolls us over so my head is on his shoulder. “I’m sorry that only lasted like a minute,” he says through quick breaths.

“Best minute of my life.” I giggle and he laughs that low, deep laugh from his chest that I feel inside my own. I know in my heart there could never be another man for me.

We fall asleep for a short time and when I wake, I feel one arm under my head and the other tight around my waist. I feel his warm breath land on my neck as he exhales slowly. His chest is warm and hard across my back. I smile, gently wiggling my ass as I feel him stir. He kisses my neck and my shoulder, and I feel him harden. “What do you want, baby?”

“Make love to me, Adam.” He groans as he runs the head of his cock along my wetness and I moan, arching into him. He’s slow and gentle this time, kissing up my neck and biting down on my earlobe. We stay like this for a while as he touches and kisses me all over.

His words are gentler now, too as he whispers to me. “You’re so beautiful. I missed you so much. I’m going to love you forever.” And the swirl of emotions in my chest is enough to make me feel as though I’m floating.

“I need to see you,” he says in my ear, and I turn to face him. I wrap my leg around his waist and sit up to straddle him, settling down slowly as he fills me completely. I lean down to be closer to him, our eyes never leaving one another’s. “I love you, Elaina.” My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.

“I love you, Adam.” We find a comfortable pace as I ride him and his grip on my hip tightens. I can tell he loses control when he slams my body down onto his and as I start to come, he flips us over, bringing my ankles to his shoulders. He’s so deep that I come again immediately and as I do, I feel him jerk inside of me.

As we both come down, he kisses me deeply, tucking my hair behind my ears, and we both roll over on our sides slowly, facing one another.

“You’re incredible. Do you know that?” His voice is so tender. I shake my head, closing my eyes. After years of feeling like there was something wrong with me, like I was broken somehow, it turns out I just needed to find him. “You are, my Tornerose. My Lainey. My girl. My love.” I couldn’t fight the wide smile taking over my face, even if I tried.

“Well, that I am. Yours. All yours.” We stare at each other for a while. Him drawing circles on my shoulder or playing with my hair. Me with my hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Eventually, and as the stickiness of my thighs sinks in, I speak up. “I should go shower.”

“Want company?” More than anything, says my brain. Not on your life, screams my sore vagina.

“Only if you promise to keep that giant crotch snake of yours away from my lady bits.”

He laughs, throwing his head back, and the sight of him steals all the breath out of my lungs. He reaches out to tickle me. “You love my giant crotch snake.”

I squirm, giggling. “Yes. Yes, I do, but I won’t be able to walk for a week if we do this again right now.”

“Just a shower. Promise.” He gives me a Scout salute.

“You dork,” I laugh. “Let’s go.”

I’m just putting on fresh panties when he walks into my closet. He’s standing in the doorway, leaning on his forearm and looking all kinds of delicious. “I have something to show you,” he says, smiling.

“OK. Can I get one of those yummy-looking muffins first? I’ve worked up an appetite for some reason.” I smirk at him, and he laughs. It feels so good to be back like this with him that I almost want to avoid the conversation I know we need to have. I need to explain myself.

“Yeah. Come on, my little comedian.” He walks away and for the second time today I feel the disappointment of seeing him put on a T-shirt.

I get dressed and before Adam hands me a muffin, I take the piece of paper with my list out of my purse and tuck it into the waistband of my leggings.

Adam takes my hand and leads me back the way we came, then takes the stairs up to my office. When he opens the door, I nearly choke on my muffin.

The walls are painted. There’s a big white desk underneath the window and a deep sofa off to the side in the perfect natural linen color. The rug is worn and looks to be vintage. There’s a basket filled with wool blankets, my yoga mat is rolled next to them, and the bookshelves have been stocked with my books and pictures.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh, my god… Adam.” I look around and tears run down my cheeks. He did this. He did this for me. “How did you… when did you…”

“I watched some YouTube videos on the best wall-painting techniques. Googled the best white paint colors. Researched the best writing desks and most comfortable couches. The internet is super handy, you know?” He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist from behind. He rests his chin on my shoulder so casually, as if he didn’t just do the sweetest thing in the world. As if him researching how to decorate my office wasn’t making me fall even deeper in love with him.

“Have you ever used Pinterest before? It’s… intense!” I have no words for this man. “With my training done and without you here, I had a lot of time on my hands, so this seemed like the best use of it.” He’s saying all of this as if he didn’t just do the most romantic, most beautiful, most wonderful thing.

I turn around in his arms and he swipes my tears away with his thumbs, holding my face in his hands. “Do you like it?” The uncertainty in his voice cracks my heart wide open.

“Like it? Oh, Adam… I… this is… this is the most special thing anyone has ever done for me.” I swallow, trying to find the words and letting this simple fact sink in: Adam River Holm loves me, and he loves me well. Better than anyone else could. And I don’t know what I did to deserve this love or even if I do, but I’m not letting it go. Not ever again.

I pull the piece of paper out of my leggings and hand it to him. He lowers his hands and takes it from me, scrunching his nose as he opens it.

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