Page 40 of Champagne Kisses
“Mmmm. You definitely…make me feel…gooooood.” I stretch the word out involuntarily when he adds another finger to my pussy, pumping in and out. Who fucking knows what happened to that wine. That thought pulls me out of my sex haze enough to remember I’m trying to gain some semblance of control. Right now, it feels like he’s John Legend and I’m just a piano. I re-tighten my grip, shrug his hand off mine, and stroke him with torturously perfect pressure. His thigh muscles flex and his chest huffs from the effort of resisting his release.
“Maybe if you beg,” I taunt. His midnight eyes consume me and he pushes his fingers harder against my g-spot in a deep thrust.
“Please.”Oh my goodness!I have to clench my jaw and focus on breathing deeply not to cry out. A few breaths later, I regain my composure…barely.
“Please what?” I try to smile, but I can feel my lips quivering with need. He begins making a come hither gesture with the fingers inside me and I’m forced to release my grip on his cock and clutch his shoulders for balance. He smiles at me like the cat who ate the canary.
“Please let me fuck you, Maya.” Thankfully, he withdraws from me before I cum and end my very short stint as a dominatrix. I simply nod, unable to trust my voice.
He takes me by the wrist and marches me back into the bedroom. Rather than pull the sheets back, he bends me over the bed, nudging my feet wider so he can stand between them. I know what’s coming, so I arch my back for a better angle. He quickly sheaths himself and kisses my opening with the tip of his shaft.
“I never would’ve guessed a nice girl like you would make me beg.” He caresses my ass in light circles, raising goosebumps all over my body.
“Who said I was nice?” My voice is breathy. I can’t keep hiding how crazy he’s driving me.
“Oh, you’re very nice.” And with that, he takes hold of my hips and pushes into me a single inch. He flexes his hips again and again, pumping inside me shallowly. Every time I push back against him to deepen his penetration, he pulls back to prevent it. I practically grunt in frustration.
“Goddammit, Adam. Fuck me already!” He lets out a wicked laugh and deepens his stroke…but not deep enough.
“Mmm. Maybe you are naughty after all.” He smacks my butt then smooths the sharp pain with a sensual pet. The unexpected sensation causes me to tighten around him and he pushes in another inch. He still denies me, refusing to fill me all the way.
Taking matters into my own hands (literally), I reach between my legs to massage his balls; they are drawn tight and feel heavy in my palm. I push back while he’s distracted until he’s fully embedded inside me. My pussy is stretched tightly around his cock and I feel his thighs on the back of my ass.
“Tsk tsk tsk. So impatient!” His voice is mocking, but he starts a steady rhythm in and out of my streaming cunt. I feel like I’m burning, like my nerve endings are being stripped bare and raw. Sex with Adam is so intense, so heated, so wanton.
My hands grasp the sheets tightly and my thighs begin to tremble.
“Adam. God, I’m so close.” He picks up the pace and reaches around to rub my clit. I shake my head vehemently side to side, the pleasure overwhelming.
“Cum for me, Maya. I want to feel you go molten on my dick. No one’s ever been this tight, this hot. Cum for me!”
I follow his instructions and shatter around his cock, my senses reeling. Several strokes later, I feel the telltale jerk of his hips as he cums, filling the condom with his warm ejaculation. We both are breathing like we’ve just run a race.
Fully spent, I let myself drop down to the bed and snuggle into the sheets, the exertion seeping into my muscles. He nudges me further onto the bed and pulls the sheets over us before spooning behind me. One arm is wrapped possessively around my waist. I cuddle closer against him before a sudden realization hits me right in the chest: we’ve just made love.
Chapter twenty-one
Adam
Maya watches the city pass through the window of the cab, and I pull her tighter against my side. Tonight, I’m taking her to my favorite place in all of New York City: Brooklyn Bowl. I’ve always been shit at bowling, but the food is amazing (where else can you eat falafel and blackened salmon and bowl at the same time?) and the live bands are stellar. Eric gifted me two tickets for The Roots when his sitter fell through, and Maya was my automatic plus one. If his taste in everything else is as good as his taste in music, Eric might graduate from “work friend” to “real friend” soon.
Things with Maya have been incredible. It’s been four weeks since we made things official, and every time together is just as erotic as the first. The morning after her surprise seduction, I woke her up early to leave my stamp on her pussy twice more; once with her knees flung over my shoulders, buried deep insideher as I rubbed her clit until she spoke in tongues, and again in the shower, our lovemaking fogging up the glass way more than steam ever could. I never even thought about setting a timer for cuddling.
Ravenous, we ordered delivery from the deli across the street before taking a train downtown and walking the Highline all afternoon. We talked about everything, from why she left her hedge fund job to finally follow her passion, to how close I am with my brothers and the friendly rivalry between my dad, Noah, and Henry, Jr., the lawyers of the family.
Ever since, we’ve been alternating between my place in Bushwick and her place in Fort Greene, spending almost every night together. There’s never enough time before I have to leave for work or she has to get home to feed Kahn. During our sleepovers, I discovered that she can be a bit bossy in the bedroom, and that I’m more than happy to follow her orders.
“So, have you been to Brooklyn Bowl before?” I can only see her silhouette in the darkness of the cab, punctuated by the red and green of traffic lights. She turns to me and smiles.
“Actually no. Because I value my time and safety, I’ve made a point of avoiding any place that can only be reached via the G train.” She absently puts her hand on my leg and I silently thank God I suggested we take a cab instead of the subway to hide my reaction to her.
“Well, Ms. Smart Aleck, you’re in for a treat. I used to sneak out to see bands play here all through high school. And I caught a show every trip home during college.”
“Wow. I really had you pegged from the beginning. Did you wear any of your fedoras when you snuck out?” I can’t see the mischievousness in her eyes, but I can certainly hear it in her tone. It might be time I come to terms with being a hipster. I tickle her in the spot behind her knee and she can’t help but squeal with laughter. I keep firm hold of her hips when she attempts to squirm away.
“Oh yeah? We’re doing that? OK!” She tries to tickle me on my side but is thwarted by my flannel and t-shirt, which dampen her efforts. She huffs in mock frustration before inclining her head and kissing along my neck. My dick goes from semi-hard to steel in two seconds flat.
“Uh huh. You may not be that ticklish, but I can still get a rise out of you.” She kisses more deeply and even sucks my earlobe.
