Page 43 of The Biggest Secret
He crawls up my body, kissing my eyes, my nose, my mouth. He takes it sweet for a moment, then turns ravishing. We can’t get close enough, tongues and teeth. He bites my lip, harder this time, pumping his hard erection against my core.
“How wet are you? Show me.”
I know what he wants. I slide my hand between our bodies and dip under my thong, I push two fingers inside myself, almost embarrassed by how wet this man has me. I pull my hand back out and hold up my two fingers in front of his face. He takes them in his mouth, tongue swirling and sucking. My body arches into his, my legs tightening around his hips, searching for him to fill me.
“Adam, I need...” My words linger as I watch as he leans back on his legs, grabs the sides of my thong and pulls. It snaps from my body and my breath leaves me in a whoosh. “That wasn’t mine!”
He grins, an evil glint in his eye. “I can’t wait to hear how you explain how you can’t give it back.”
I shake my head at him and start to laugh but it quickly turns into a moan as he latches onto my clit, darting his tongue back and forth around it.
“Ohh, Adam. Yes.” He forces me to bend my legs and raise them higher to my chest and I have my hands in his hair, grasping and writhing beneath him.
Adam doesn’t do anything less than one hundred percent so within a few short moments, he’s brought me to the edge. My legs start to tremble, and I feel my orgasm start.
And just as fast as I feel it coming, it leaves when Adam lifts his head and spanks my pussy. “I didn’t tell you to come yet, Peaches.”
“Adam, noo.” I jolt, whine and roll on the bed. I haven’t had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced in over two years. Since the last time I was with him. I want it now. I need it now.
He’s got that Casanova smirk on his face, his lip turned up at thecorner. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it that much more when I say it’s time.”
Adam loves to edge me. I consider it torture until I actually explode like a firework. Then it goes from torture to complete bliss, and I forgive him for knowing my body better than I do.
He’s up on his knees again, and grabs mine, rolling me side to side, manhandling me, manipulating my body to suit what he wants. He’s being playful right now, but this is his warmup. He’s got a look in his eye that says I haven’t seen anything yet.
He puts his hands on my knees and parts them, exposing me again. He swipes a finger down my center and dips inside, turning his hand and pumping in and out. He adds a second and then curls his fingers hitting that spot that has only ever been reached by him.
“You like that?”
“Yes, don’t stop.”
He lets out a low laugh then withdraws his fingers. Again. I slap the bed in frustration, and his laughter only gets louder.
“You always were so impatient. Don’t you remember anything about how I used to work you over, Chelsea Jo?”
I close my eyes and throw my hands over my head, pushing my breasts out to him. He automatically reaches for one, forefinger and thumb rolling my nipple. “You’re such a tease.”
“Yes, but you love it.” He grabs my thighs again and yanks me down, so he’s lined up with me. “Hang on tight, Peaches, this is going to be rough.”
And in one hard thrust he’s inside me. I arch off the bed, hands searching for something to grab onto.
“Fuck!” He gives a couple of small slow pumps. “Fuck it’s been too long. Too long since your pussy held me so tight.”
He gives another longer thrust, deeper still and I’m quickly forgetting every reason why I ever left this man.
“Tell me, Chelsea. Tell me you’ve never felt this with anyone but me.”
“Only you,” I breathe out.
He picks up his pace and I’m lost to him. I circle my arms around his back as he lets some of his weight rest on me. His arms are beside myhead and his hips are doing all the work, ramming home the thought that I will never leave him again. With every pump he’s forcing me to come to terms with the fact he’s here to stay, and I am, too.
He reaches down between us and flicks my clit. “Come, Peaches, come all over my cock. You’re fucking drenched, and I did that to you. I make you feel that way. Only. Me.” He growls out each word.
I have no choice but to listen. His eyes roll as my orgasm washes over both of us; I can feel my body grasping his and it’s only two more thrusts of his own before he’s joining me.
He lets out a roar, and his body locks up in ecstasy. We ride the wave together and then come down together, sweaty and entangled on the bed. Our breathing evens out yet we still lay together, neither one wanting to let go of the other.
“Am I crushing you?” he asks as he rolls to the side, sliding out of me. I feel a rush of liquid and my body seizes.
