to the end of my control so I have to fuck you where you stand?” His voice turned oddly grim. “Not anymore, Thea.”
I probably should have heeded the caution, but I liked the sound of it. I liked how possessively his arms clasped me, and how he clung to me just as much as I clung to him.
I’d pushed him to the end of his tether, and while a part of me was concerned by it, was wondering if this was where the curse would get us, I knew Adam would never hurt me.
Not physically.
Emotionally, sure. He’d done that already, several billion times. But I was safe.
I didn’t stop to question if my mom had felt safe with my father, I just let my tongue whirl out to rub against his nipple.
That it happened to be the one that was newly pierced had a jolt surging through my system. The electricity that little piercing caused had me wriggling against him as I tongued it, sucking down hard on the nub, enough for him to growl, “Jesus, Thea. It’s attached to me, you know?”
I grinned, then reached down to cup his cock which, of course, was hard for me.
I sighed as I started to jack him off, taking a leisurely pace because I was sleepy and tired, but too tired to rest if that made sense.
I needed Adam to rock my world, like he’d promised, then I’d rest.
When I felt the slick from his pre-cum gather on my palm, I had no choice but to kiss my way all along his belly and taste him.
I let my tongue drift down his shaft, then around the frilly edge of the glans, before drifting to the base, never touching the tip, never tasting him fully.
His hand moved to my hair, and I felt the bite even as I gloried in it. The sheets were shoved off me, removing the cocoon-like feel of the moment, and the air conditioning brushed over my skin, making me shiver a little from the change in temperature.
The sheets rustled beneath me as I moved onto my knees, and when he guided me to where he wanted me, I let his tip fall against my tongue before I swallowed him into my mouth.
He tasted like mine.
No word of a lie.
Salty and bitter, yet sweet and savory. Weird, I knew, to describe him like he was some kind of treat, but hell, his taste was better than anything umami any day of the week.
I sucked down hard on him, not stopping until his hips were surging upward with each thrust and his breath was breaking, his inhalations shaking and wobbling like I was dragging him to the edge.
When he bit off, “Stop, Thea!” I did, but in my own way.
I knew he was close to coming, so I grabbed his balls in my palm, and quickly but carefully twisted them to stave off his orgasm.
He grunted at the feeling, and I scrambled upward, still holding him that way as I moved to straddle him.
I wished I could hold him that way as I rode him, but I didn’t have retractable arms, so I switched my hold on him, grabbed his pulsating dick, and guided myself down onto his length.
I was wet. Probably not wet enough, but I didn’t care. The feel of him, the intense heat and the thickness of his dick filling me was like a drug.
My head toppled back on my neck, my hair draping over my shoulders and brushing my lower back as I let my body adjust to the feel of him.
I gloried in the moment, even as I felt his hands come to my hips and forcibly move me. His legs shifted beneath him, and I wasn’t surprised when he took over, thrusting from beneath.
I didn’t help, but I reached between us and began to touch my clit. Sparks of pleasure immediately shot through me, and my groan intertwined with his as I tightened down on him, clamping him with my inner muscles.
When he came, I was seconds away. A scream escaped me even as a flurry of curse words escaped him as he sped up to prolong the pleasure.
I felt like I’d been struck by a lightning bolt, my nerve endings were fried, even as they seemed to fall apart into the vat of warmth that surged through my veins.
I stayed taut above him for a few seconds before I fell atop him, covering him in me. He didn’t move me aside, just held