Page 94 of Make It Without You

Adam makes it to the couch and my legs go on either side of his hips when he sits. The dress I’m wearing flutters around us and leaves little barrier between him and I. His cock is already hard and I moan when I feel him brush my clit. I lift up a little before lowering onto him.

“How much time do we have?” Adam asks when he breaks the kiss and latches onto my collarbone.

Raising my arm, I look at the small watch on my wrist. “Plenty of time.”

I slide back on his lap and unbutton and unzip his pants. Adam lifts as much as he can with me still on his thighs. His pants and boxer briefs slide down just enough to free him and he takes off his shirt, tossing it to the side. I trace my thumb over his slit. Rubbing the pre-cum that’s leaked out.

“Don’t play with me Em,” Adam warns through clenched teeth.

Lifting an eyebrow I move off of him and pull my scrap of underwear off. Climbing back on the couch, I straddle his hips. Pumping him a few times, I rise up on my knees and rub the head of his cock through my opening, coating him in my arousal.

Adam places his hands on my waist, steadying me, as I slowly lower down on him. The full feeling is unmatched as I bottom out.

“God damn, baby. Your pussy is so tight. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

I lift and swivel my hips, getting the most friction. Adam holds me still when I fully cover him and he moves forward, sliding his legs out before leaning back on the couch. The movement sends him impossibly deeper.

“Shit,” I moan out when he feels bigger than before. My hands fall to the couch on either side of him.

“That feel good, baby?” He asks.

My hips move up and down his length. His hands on my hips help me keep rhythm. The sound of our skin slapping together, paired with our grunts and moans, fills the otherwise silent room. Adam lifts his hips in time with me and I feel my orgasm starting in my lower belly.

“Adam,” I pant out. My voice gets higher pitch as my orgasm gets closer.

His hand comes between us and moves his thumb to my clit, still meeting my hips, rubbing tight circles and flicking the taught bud.

“Come on, Em. Come for me.”

I flex my inner muscles and throw my head back when my orgasm hits me.

“That’s it, baby,” Adam praises.

My body laxes as I come down from my high. Adam peppers my face with kisses. Latching onto my neck with lips and teeth.

“Hold on tight,” he warns before he slams his hips up into me, driving me higher again as he chases his release.

I flip his hat off, tugging on the strands of hair on the back of his head and expose his neck. I latch onto his neck, alternating between sucking, licking, and biting, moving to pull his earlobe between my teeth. My orgasm is building again, but I want Adam to come again.

“Come for me, baby. Fill me with your cum,” I whisper into his ear and tunnel my tongue in his ear causing a whimper to fall from his mouth.

His grip on my hips gets impossibly harder as he ruts into me with quick motion until his body stills. I feel the warmth from his release filling me up as a second orgasm hits me. My name falls from his mouth in a whisper before he falls back into the cushion completely spent.

I place open-mouth kisses on his neck, jaw, chin, cheeks, and lips. My hips move slowly as I milk him dry.

Adam hugs me to him and buries his face in my neck.

We stay on the couch for way too long. But this, us, soaking each other up as if we have all the time in the world is how we started.

Adam finishes stirringthe margarita pitcher when a knock on the door has us looking at each other like we got caught doing illegal things.

We weren’t.

But having new people enter our world is terrifying.

“It’s cool. It’s going to be fine,” I say nervously as I wipe my already dry hands on a dish towel and walk towards the door with Adam trailing behind me.

Adam wraps his arms around my shoulders as we walk step-in-step to the door. “Relax baby. It’s going to be fun.”

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