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intent, I licked circles around the tip, wanting to drive him mad.
“Christ, Anna,” he gritted as his hips began to pump toward my mouth.
His other hand slid under my T-shirt, down into my bra until he found my nipple. With his index finger and thumb, he teased me, pinching and pulling, only making my assault on him more aggressive.
“Anna,” he breathed hard after a few minutes. “I’m gonna come.” Once his words were spoken, he tried to pull out of my mouth, but I clawed his ass with both hands, forcing him to finish in me. And he did, gripping my neck and holding me in place to take all of him.
“Fuck,” he panted, still pulsing inside of me. A growl ripped through his chest when he pulled out of my mouth and unexpectedly lifted me. “Fuck this. Fuck everything,” he said beneath his breath. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he tore open my jeans like he couldn’t get to me fast enough.
“Adam. We don’t have time.” I chuckled at his sudden actions, but he didn’t even smile as he yanked my shorts off, then did the same with my panties, lifting me again and laying me on the coffee table. Wasting no time, his mouth made direct contact. When I arched my hips in reaction to his tongue, he took the opportunity and rested my ass against his chest. My upper back still lay on the coffee table, and I gripped the sides.
His tongue was magical as it rotated around flicking the spot I needed. But it was his hunger for me, and his strength to hold me up that left me thinking about nothing other than what he was doing. And with both my legs draped over his shoulders and him holding me so tightly I couldn’t move, his mouth relentlessly searched for my orgasm.
One finger slid into me, and that was my undoing. I began moaning and writhing.
“Adam!” I cried out as his finger flicked inside me like his tongue did on the outside. Holy hell this man was a skilled craftsman, and I wanted to be his craft. “I’m coming,” I puffed out in an inhaled breath and he moaned—the vibration of his mouth only heightening my climax. “Oh Adam, yes.”
The delicate small licks were a bonus as he slowed his touch and kissed my thighs; I moaned, feeling his absence already. Then he lifted my T-shirt to brush kisses over my stomach.
“Anna, you are a truly beautiful woman.”
SSSSSCCCCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!
My hands shot up to protect my ears from the piercing rant as Adam darted for the smoking kitchen. Quickly, I jumped on the chair, still naked from the waist down, trying to fan the smoke alarm that screamed at us killing our intimate moment.
“Ouch. Shit!” I heard come from the kitchen.
“You ok?” I shouted.
“Lunch is a little over done.” He smiled and ran toward me, holding his hand out and helping me down. He twisted the unit and unhooked it leaving us in silence again. His pants still unbuttoned leaving the happiest of trails visible.
“Sorry about lunch,” I said, sliding my panties on.
Instantly, he cradled my face with his palms. “Anna. This was the best lunch I’ve ever had in my life. Don’t be sorry.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Tonight. You’re driving to my house in your car. We are eating dinner, and barring no smoke detectors go off, you’re mine.”
Chapter 15—Adam
The phone rang five times, and on the sixth I started to hang up.
“Dude! What is up?”
“Brad. I need your advice, man.” Running my fingers through my hair, I paced in the kitchen, knowing she would be here soon.
“Yeah. Sure. What’s up? You ok?”
It had been too long since I’d last called him.
“Yeah. I’m good. How about you?”
Brad laughed. “Shut the fuck up and tell me what you called for.”
I chuckled.
“Come on. Lay it on me. Is it some top secret FBI shit?”
Feeling a little more at ease, I relaxed in the recliner as I spoke to my elementary school buddy and oldest friend. I trusted him with my life.
“Maybe not as classified as you
“Christ, Anna,” he gritted as his hips began to pump toward my mouth.
His other hand slid under my T-shirt, down into my bra until he found my nipple. With his index finger and thumb, he teased me, pinching and pulling, only making my assault on him more aggressive.
“Anna,” he breathed hard after a few minutes. “I’m gonna come.” Once his words were spoken, he tried to pull out of my mouth, but I clawed his ass with both hands, forcing him to finish in me. And he did, gripping my neck and holding me in place to take all of him.
“Fuck,” he panted, still pulsing inside of me. A growl ripped through his chest when he pulled out of my mouth and unexpectedly lifted me. “Fuck this. Fuck everything,” he said beneath his breath. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he tore open my jeans like he couldn’t get to me fast enough.
“Adam. We don’t have time.” I chuckled at his sudden actions, but he didn’t even smile as he yanked my shorts off, then did the same with my panties, lifting me again and laying me on the coffee table. Wasting no time, his mouth made direct contact. When I arched my hips in reaction to his tongue, he took the opportunity and rested my ass against his chest. My upper back still lay on the coffee table, and I gripped the sides.
His tongue was magical as it rotated around flicking the spot I needed. But it was his hunger for me, and his strength to hold me up that left me thinking about nothing other than what he was doing. And with both my legs draped over his shoulders and him holding me so tightly I couldn’t move, his mouth relentlessly searched for my orgasm.
One finger slid into me, and that was my undoing. I began moaning and writhing.
“Adam!” I cried out as his finger flicked inside me like his tongue did on the outside. Holy hell this man was a skilled craftsman, and I wanted to be his craft. “I’m coming,” I puffed out in an inhaled breath and he moaned—the vibration of his mouth only heightening my climax. “Oh Adam, yes.”
The delicate small licks were a bonus as he slowed his touch and kissed my thighs; I moaned, feeling his absence already. Then he lifted my T-shirt to brush kisses over my stomach.
“Anna, you are a truly beautiful woman.”
SSSSSCCCCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!
My hands shot up to protect my ears from the piercing rant as Adam darted for the smoking kitchen. Quickly, I jumped on the chair, still naked from the waist down, trying to fan the smoke alarm that screamed at us killing our intimate moment.
“Ouch. Shit!” I heard come from the kitchen.
“You ok?” I shouted.
“Lunch is a little over done.” He smiled and ran toward me, holding his hand out and helping me down. He twisted the unit and unhooked it leaving us in silence again. His pants still unbuttoned leaving the happiest of trails visible.
“Sorry about lunch,” I said, sliding my panties on.
Instantly, he cradled my face with his palms. “Anna. This was the best lunch I’ve ever had in my life. Don’t be sorry.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Tonight. You’re driving to my house in your car. We are eating dinner, and barring no smoke detectors go off, you’re mine.”
Chapter 15—Adam
The phone rang five times, and on the sixth I started to hang up.
“Dude! What is up?”
“Brad. I need your advice, man.” Running my fingers through my hair, I paced in the kitchen, knowing she would be here soon.
“Yeah. Sure. What’s up? You ok?”
It had been too long since I’d last called him.
“Yeah. I’m good. How about you?”
Brad laughed. “Shut the fuck up and tell me what you called for.”
I chuckled.
“Come on. Lay it on me. Is it some top secret FBI shit?”
Feeling a little more at ease, I relaxed in the recliner as I spoke to my elementary school buddy and oldest friend. I trusted him with my life.
“Maybe not as classified as you
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