reaching up to stroke the dark lines criss-crossing over his arms. "Next time."
Adam lowered his head to my neck, biting roughly as he drove harder into me. "You mean I get to do this again?"
"Yes please," I gasped, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
"Wait," Adam groaned, and he rolled on his back, taking me with him. I sat upright, the sudden change in altitude making my head spin. My weight settled me down further on Adam and we moaned in unison. "That's better," he teased, reaching to play with my distended nipples. "I like that view."
The feeling of his hands on my breasts rushed straight to my loins, the tingle of my last orgasm had died away and was quickly being replaced by the next one.
I couldn't believe how much better it was being on top, watching as Adam's green eyes widened with disbelief of his own. I threw back my head and laughed, riding him for all it was worth.
"Sweet God, Lilly," Adam ground out through clenched teeth. "Remind me to thank whoever taught you that."
His grip on my breasts tightened and my breathing grew more ragged, interspersed with noises I don't think I'd ever made before. I wanted to reply, to tell him it had never been like this with anyone else, but my mouth and brain had stopped communicating with each other. Instead I rose and fell steadily, urging him with my body when the words wouldn't come.
I was aware of every pulse of his body when Adam peaked, could feel every inch of him inside me as he emptied himself; my own muscles contracted and throbbed and our cries echoed each other. I slumped down, my head in the crook of Adam's neck; the dark stubble across his jaw scratched my forehead.
Adam wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place against the dampened warmth of his chest. The ripples subsided slowly before eventually dying away and still the two of us were silent.
"Should I go?" Adam asked roughly after a time.
I drifted back slightly from the edge of sleep on which I was balanced. He was warm and solid and I didn't want to move. "No," I Mombled drowsily.
Adam kissed the top of my head, shifting his weight so I slid down to nestle against his side. I was vaguely aware of the slowing of his breathing as he followed me into sleep.
********
When I woke the next morning, lazy and replete, Adam was gone. There was a hollow gnawing in the pit of my stomach until I found the note he'd left on my bedside table.
Working the lunch shift. Pick you up at 3. I owe you one. A.
Turning, I buried my head in the warmth of my pillow and smiled.
Chapter Three
The phone rang not long after I got out of the shower. Hastily, I threw on my robe and answered, strangely disappointed to be greeted by Rhiannon's bright hello.
"Is he still there?" she hissed softly as if afraid he'd hear her.
"No," I laughed, feeling guilty for wishing she was someone else calling. "He had to work."
Rhiannon's giggle was infectious and reminded me sharply of how little we'd really changed since our university days. "Did you…? I mean, how was it?"
"Yes and amazing," I supplied laughingly.
"Omigod," Rhiannon squealed. "Details!"
I shook my head even though she couldn't see me over the phone. "I think I want to keep this to myself for a while."
There was a silent pause on the other line. "That good huh?" Rhi asked after a time.
I laughed. The warm feeling in my belly hadn't dissipated yet and somehow I knew sharing every little detail with Rhiannon, even if she was my best friend, would lessen the experience. What happened between Adam and me deserved to stay between us.
"He's picking me up at three," I said instead.
"For what?" Rhi asked.
"I… I don't know," I admitted sheepishly. "The note didn't say."
"Note?" Rhiannon's voice was edged with hesitation. "He left a note?"
"Yeah," I said slowly. "It said he had to work and that he'd come back and pick me up at
Adam lowered his head to my neck, biting roughly as he drove harder into me. "You mean I get to do this again?"
"Yes please," I gasped, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
"Wait," Adam groaned, and he rolled on his back, taking me with him. I sat upright, the sudden change in altitude making my head spin. My weight settled me down further on Adam and we moaned in unison. "That's better," he teased, reaching to play with my distended nipples. "I like that view."
The feeling of his hands on my breasts rushed straight to my loins, the tingle of my last orgasm had died away and was quickly being replaced by the next one.
I couldn't believe how much better it was being on top, watching as Adam's green eyes widened with disbelief of his own. I threw back my head and laughed, riding him for all it was worth.
"Sweet God, Lilly," Adam ground out through clenched teeth. "Remind me to thank whoever taught you that."
His grip on my breasts tightened and my breathing grew more ragged, interspersed with noises I don't think I'd ever made before. I wanted to reply, to tell him it had never been like this with anyone else, but my mouth and brain had stopped communicating with each other. Instead I rose and fell steadily, urging him with my body when the words wouldn't come.
I was aware of every pulse of his body when Adam peaked, could feel every inch of him inside me as he emptied himself; my own muscles contracted and throbbed and our cries echoed each other. I slumped down, my head in the crook of Adam's neck; the dark stubble across his jaw scratched my forehead.
Adam wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place against the dampened warmth of his chest. The ripples subsided slowly before eventually dying away and still the two of us were silent.
"Should I go?" Adam asked roughly after a time.
I drifted back slightly from the edge of sleep on which I was balanced. He was warm and solid and I didn't want to move. "No," I Mombled drowsily.
Adam kissed the top of my head, shifting his weight so I slid down to nestle against his side. I was vaguely aware of the slowing of his breathing as he followed me into sleep.
********
When I woke the next morning, lazy and replete, Adam was gone. There was a hollow gnawing in the pit of my stomach until I found the note he'd left on my bedside table.
Working the lunch shift. Pick you up at 3. I owe you one. A.
Turning, I buried my head in the warmth of my pillow and smiled.
Chapter Three
The phone rang not long after I got out of the shower. Hastily, I threw on my robe and answered, strangely disappointed to be greeted by Rhiannon's bright hello.
"Is he still there?" she hissed softly as if afraid he'd hear her.
"No," I laughed, feeling guilty for wishing she was someone else calling. "He had to work."
Rhiannon's giggle was infectious and reminded me sharply of how little we'd really changed since our university days. "Did you…? I mean, how was it?"
"Yes and amazing," I supplied laughingly.
"Omigod," Rhiannon squealed. "Details!"
I shook my head even though she couldn't see me over the phone. "I think I want to keep this to myself for a while."
There was a silent pause on the other line. "That good huh?" Rhi asked after a time.
I laughed. The warm feeling in my belly hadn't dissipated yet and somehow I knew sharing every little detail with Rhiannon, even if she was my best friend, would lessen the experience. What happened between Adam and me deserved to stay between us.
"He's picking me up at three," I said instead.
"For what?" Rhi asked.
"I… I don't know," I admitted sheepishly. "The note didn't say."
"Note?" Rhiannon's voice was edged with hesitation. "He left a note?"
"Yeah," I said slowly. "It said he had to work and that he'd come back and pick me up at
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