Page 93 of Between Us

“Can we skip that?” I ask, a desperate note to my voice.

He looks a little confused but mostly disappointed by my suggestion. “Why?”

Laughing, I feel freer than I ever have during sex. I didn’t know it could be this hot and intense and yet so… comfortable and casual. “I just told you I wanted you inside me. We can save that talented tongue for another night.”

He huffs, as if it’s an inconvenience to him, but it quickly turns into a groan as I lean up to pull my tank top over my head.

“You know,” he teases and slides a hand up my body to pinch my nipple. “Your idea sounds fucking fantastic.”

I want to laugh, but he’s already building me up to the edge of an orgasm just by the squeeze of his hands and the thrust of his dick against my most sensitive area.

He leans back to slide my panties off and take his own underwear off as well. As he settles over me again, his hand cups my pussy.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he muses, an appreciative note to his tone as he slides a finger inside me. Even though I’ve been practically begging him to fuck me already, I appreciate him taking the time to get me ready.

He’s big. And thick. Not so much that I’m worried about my anatomy, but definitely bigger than anyone else I’ve been with.

So, I lay back and leave my pleasure in Adrian’s hands. Literally.

He kisses me and uses the palm of his hand to rub my clit as he works his finger into me. Eventually, sliding another finger into me… then one more.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

I feel right on the line of pleasure, but know I’d take that pinch of pain if it meant having him—really having him.

On the same wavelength as me, he groans out, “Blake.” It’s deep and primal—and I know it’s more of a plea of his own than anything else.

“I’m ready,” I promise him and hitch one of my legs higher.

He nods, eyes dark. Reluctantly, he pulls his body off of me and reaches to the left side of the bed.

Watching, he pulls out the un-open box of condoms we found and makes quick work of the cardboard tab. When he drops the aluminum package onto the mattress and reaches to put the box on the nightstand, I quickly snatch it up.

I’m not sure what comes over me. I’ve never done this before.

I find myself reaching toward Adrian’s waistline as he moves back between my legs. With a little bit of fumbling, and his instruction on how to pinch the tip of the latex, I slowly roll it down his length—enjoying every inch of him.

But nothing could prepare me for the overwhelming euphoria of having him position the crown of his cock at my entrance and slowly thrust into me. Not once—over and over.

He takes his time and seems to enjoy each tortuous moment of working himself into me.

As he seems to go slower with each whimper, and moan I let out—probably worried he’s going to hurt me—I grow more impatient by the second. Until all I can think to do is slide my hands back down to his ass. On his next thrust, I lock my legs around him tighter and encourage him to close the last couple of inches between us.

“Fuck,” we both cry out as he slams home, filling both my body and heart.

The stab of pain from being stretched around him quickly morphs into pleasure, so I buck my hips against him. His head drops to my shoulder as he pants against my skin. With my patience almost gone, I try to move, encouraging him to do something.

He grabs onto my hips and holds me still, with him buried to the hilt. “Blake,” he pleads. “I’m going to come.”

Letting out a desperate whiney sound, I tell him, “Iwantto come, Adrian.”

Nodding into my neck, he slowly moves his cock inside of me. It’s not what I need but to make up for that, he rubs my clit in tight, hard circles and drops his mouth to my breast. He teases me by avoiding my nipples and focuses on sucking the skin around them.

When he lifts his mouth from the first spot, I notice a light hickey forming already. It’s something I’ve gone out of my way to avoid in the past but with Adrian, I almost wish he’d move further up and leave one on my collarbone.

The thought immediately leaves my mind as his hot tongue finally makes contact with my pinched bud. Though, it’s nothing compared to the way he closes his lips around me and nibbles on the sensitive skin.

He matches the delicious sensation to the speed of his fingers and cock. The faster he moves inside of me, the faster I’m working up to my orgasm and hoping he’s right there with me.

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