Page 20 of My Accidental Valentine

I groan as his tongue circles slowly, the slick heat making me arch into him. He flicks over the sensitive bud and then sucks, harder this time. The jolt of pleasure makes me gasp, my fingers tightening around his shoulders.

His finger is still inside me, moving in slow, steady thrusts, brushing that sweet spot that sends tremors through my body. My moans melt into soft, needy sounds as the pleasure builds.

Adam’s mouth moves to my other nipple, giving it the same attention. He licks, flicks, and sucks, the combination making my thighs tremble. His breath fans across my skin when he pulls back, just for a second, before his lips return to their work.

“I’ve imagined you like this in my arms so many times,” Adam whispers, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve made you come in my dreams more times than I can count.”

A whimper slips out at his words, my body tightening in response. Adam dips down, his tongue flicking over my nippleas his finger presses deeper inside me, moving faster. He’s everywhere—his mouth, his breath, his touch—and every nerve in my body feels alive, unraveling beneath him.

Adam’s free hand, slick with lube, wraps around my cock, and I gasp at the sudden, slippery heat. A low, involuntary moan slips out as he grips me, his fingers gliding slowly down my length before stroking back up.

My hips jerk at the sensation, pushing into his hand, chasing the pressure. His thumb swipes over the tip, spreading the pre-cum and making me moan louder, my head thudding back against the table.

“Adam…” I pant, my body tightening under his touch. He gently squeezes me before picking up a steady rhythm, his hand working me in long, smooth strokes.

The dual sensation—his grip on my cock, his finger still inside me—sends shocks of pleasure through me. I arch again, my thighs trembling as another moan spills from my lips, ragged and needy.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Adam says, his voice ragged. One hand moves faster inside me, his touch growing urgent, while the other strokes my cock in a perfect, maddening rhythm.

A loud, desperate moan tears from my throat, followed by helpless gasps and whimpers I can’t hold back.

“Fuck—Adam!” I cry out as my hips buck against him.

His teeth graze my neck before he bites down—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make my body jolt with pleasure. His breath is hot against my skin as his hands move frantically, driving me closer to climax.

“Oh…oh…” The noises tumble from me in waves, my entire body trembling.

“I want to make you come,” Adam growls softly, his lips brushing my ear. “Come for me.”

The moment those words hit me, I fall apart. A choked cry escapes me as pleasure crashes through me. My body tightens, and I come hard, warmth spilling across my stomach and chest in hot pulses.

Adam watches me, his eyes dark and fixed on me as I shudder under his attention. His hand on my cock slows but doesn’t stop, coaxing every last tremor until I’m limp, dazed, and spent.

I lie there, catching my breath, my chest rising and falling as my pulse slows.

Adam’s lips brush against my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that make me smile despite the exhaustion. A warmth spreads through me—not just from what we’ve done, but from the way he’s looking at me, so tender and content, like he’s savoring this quiet moment as much as I am.

I glance at him, still bewildered, my thoughts swirling. “Are you some kind of…sex magician?” I murmur, my voice weak. “How did you dothatwith just one finger?”

Adam chuckles, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Good question,” he says, grinning. “Maybe you’re really responsive…or maybe I’m just that good.”

I laugh, shaking my head, still trying to process the bliss that’s left me boneless on the table.

Looking up at him, I say, “Come here—it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Adam’s smile is tender and genuine, and my heart melts. I’ve never seen him look so unguarded, so completely at ease.

He picks up his shirt from the floor and wipes me clean, the warmth in his eyes making the simple gesture feel intimate. Then, with surprising ease, he lifts me into his arms, grabbing the lube and condoms before carrying me to the bed.

He lies back and pulls me on top of him, his hands settling on my waist as I straddle him. My gaze drifts down to his cock, still hard and aching. I bite my lip as I shift, sliding down between his thighs. I want to hear him moan—I need to.

I lower my head and give the tip of his cock a slow, teasing lick. Adam sucks in a sharp breath. Encouraged, I wrap my hand around the base and give another lick, letting my tongue glide over the smooth skin. His taste lingers on my tongue, clean and faintly salty. I pause, flicking my gaze up to catch him watching me, his lips parted, eyes dark.

I lean in again, swirling my tongue in slow circles before taking him into my mouth. A soft hum escapes me, the vibration making Adam groan—a deep, broken sound that sends a rush of heat through me. I take him in deeper, my free hand wrapping tighter around the base.

I hear his shaky exhale as his body tenses beneath me. “Fuck,” Adam whispers, barely holding himself together.

When I swallow hard around him, his reaction is immediate—his hips jerk up, and one of his hands tangles in my hair. “Fuck,” he rasps again, his fingers tightening as he holds me there for a moment.

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