Page 113 of Stealing Home

“You, I need you inside me,” she tells me.

“I need to be inside you, but I need you to come on my tongue and fingers first. Can you be a good girl and do that?” I ask her.

She nods her head.

I move my mouth back to her and continue my task at hand.

Her hands move to grip my hair, and shortly she’s cumming. I remove my fingers and lap up her juices.

Just like fucking candy. My Sugar.

I kiss my way back up her body. I reach for the nightstand to grab a condom. Once in hand, I sit on my heels and sheath myself.

I rub the head of my cock up and down her slit a few times. I lean down and kiss my girl as I slowly push into her entrance. I can’t help but slowly thrust in and out, adding more of me each time.

We are both breathing heavily as I’m fully seated in her.

Home. I’m fucking home.

The realization hits me as Adriana puts one hand in my hair and the other is digging her nails into my back.

This isn’t a quick fuck with a cleat chaser. This means more.

“Fuck, I’m so full.” Adriana says.

“Your so fucking tight baby. You’re doing such a good job of taking all of me.” I tell her.

I feel my balls hit her ass as I thrust forward.

Adriana is moaning and whispering my name.

“I need more. Faster.” she tells me.

“Whatever you need.” I tell her as I pick up the pace on thrusting in and out of her.

I bring my lips to hers, and the fever in our kiss is back. I cup one breast and squeeze as I hold myself up on my other forearm so I don’t crush her.

Adriana’s wall start to tighten again and I’m thankful because I don’t know how much longer I could last either. She’s so fucking tight and I haven’t been with anyone in months.

“That’s it baby, give it to me. I want you to come on my cock.” I whisper to her.

That pushes her over the edge. Her walls squeeze me and her body starts to shake.

“Fuck.” comes from both as I spill out into the condom.

I keep slow, lazy thrusts until her orgasm passes. I roll to the side and bring her with me.

I don’t know how long we stay with her just laying in my arms. Our breathing has returned to normal, and the silence isn’t awkward.

I really love her.

The thought was there before tonight. Or at least I thought I was falling in love with her. Now, now I know. I don’t want to scare her off, though. I couldn’t take it.

Layla hurt me, but that’s because she wasn’t honest with me. If Adriana were to leave me, it would devastate me. The only worse feeling would be when I learned about my parents dying.

“Let’s go shower before bed, babe.” I suggest.

“A hot shower sounds good,” she replies.

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