“I need your cock inside of me,” I say against his lips before meeting his grinding movements by wrapping my legs around his hips.
“Baby, I’ll bury my cock so deep inside of you, you’ll feel me with every step for days to come,” he replies with a smile before getting off me to reach for a condom out of his shorts’ pocket.
A warm breeze glides over me now that his body no longer covers mine, and I stretch my arms and legs along the ground. The thrill of what we’re doing keeps my heart pumping rapidly against my ribcage.
Adrian settles back down between my legs, his fingers hooking around the waistband of my panties. He waits for me to give him an approving nod before sliding them down and smiling at hispetit paradis. Out of all the things he could have called my pussy, he chose something so sweet and beautiful…
“You’re always so wet for me, for my cock,” he says, and I sit up to close the unbearable distance between us.
“You spent the last half hour turning me on, making me wet for you. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg, and he gives me a brief chuckle, sliding his boxers down and revealing his cock. He slips the condom down his length as I watch every little move of his.
“How dare I make you wait?” he asks and pulls me closer by my legs, wrapping them around him again so that my knees touch his hips. His hand grabs my face, forcing my eyes to stay on his as he slowly slides himself inside of me. “Keep your eyes on me like the good girl you are, Nevaeh, and I’ll make you come however many times you want,” he promises.
My eyes are on his as he stretches me to fit his thick length, filling me in one slow and gentle thrust. His hand roams over my hip and up to my breast, pulling down the fabric of my bralette to watch it bounce free. A groan vibrates off him and right through me as he lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks until stars cloud my vision.
“Adrian,” I breathe out through the pleasure. He trails kisses up my neck and jaw, making his way to my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me yet.
“You like getting fucked here, like this, where anyone could walk in and see us?” he asks, his lips brushing over mine with every word and every slow thrust. My core tenses at his filthy words, at the smirk stretching his lips. “Does my perfect angel get off on having my cock buried deep inside of her right here?”
A low, guttural moan escapes me, and he finally closes the distance between us, kissing me to feel the sound deep inside of him.
“Tell me. Let me hear you say it,” he says, slipping out of me and fucking into me so hard, the stars behind my eyes multiply by a million.
“I get off on it,” I croak out, and he rewards me by picking up his tempo and thrusting harder now. I grab onto his arms, holding on as hard as I can so he can ground me while simultaneously getting me high on pleasure.
“Atta girl,” he praises, a hand slipping over my neck as he kisses me again, swallowing my moans. “I fucking love how you take my cock. Just watch how perfect we are together,” Adrian says, grabbing my chin and tilting my head down until I’m looking at where he disappears inside of me.
I can barely hold myself up on my elbows as he slams inside of me, his fingers drifting between our chests and over my clit, rubbing it the way I like it. His gaze is full of desire as he switches between shallow and deep strokes, making my head spin until my eyes close.
“Keep those eyes open, Nevaeh, watch how good you make me feel.”
“Oh, fuck, Adrian,” I moan, my nails digging into his arms. Pleasure dances through me until it settles in my stomach, bringing back the tension I long for. “Yes, right there, please!” I whimper when he uses his thumb to trace circles around my needy clit.
“You like it just there, baby?” I nod, studying the look of pleasure creasing his forehead and making him bite down on his bottom lip.
Adrian keeps moving, too eager to push me over the edge to stop. He slips in and out with ease, bringing an indescribable feeling of completeness to my body. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he moans my name repeatedly, which only brings me closer to my orgasm.
“Je t’appartiens,” he says before slamming so hard inside of me that I fall over the edge and right into paradise. The orgasm pulses through me like a wave of adrenaline, shaking my body against his.
I tremble from the intense orgasm. His thumb keeps rubbing in circles as his movements continue, his finger applying just enough pressure. Adrian moans loudly into my neck before his movements slow and his body sinks down onto mine. He keeps sliding in and out, even after he orgasmed, his finger still on my clit, rubbing and circling until I fall apart under him again.
“Shit,” I repeat more times than I can keep count, and Adrian lifts himself off me just enough to capture my lips and slip his tongue inside my mouth. My hands move onto his hard stomach, feeling him flex under my touch.
“This is not exactly where I saw us ending up today,” he admits, and we both laugh, my head still in the clouds. “Tell me something, Nevaeh,” he says, so I open my eyes to watch him lift my panties. “You’ve been wearing a lot of orange lately. Is it for me?” he asks, leaning back to help me slip my orange panties back on.
“It’s your favorite color, so, yes,” I reply shamelessly, loving the way he smiles happily.
“It used to be,” he says and hovers over me again to kiss me.
“What is it now?”
He rubs his nose along my neck for a moment, then says, “I have multiple now.”
“What are they?” Adrian pushes himself up again, pulling me with him until we’re both sitting upright.
“The color of your lips, the color of your eyes, the color of your hair, and the color of your blush.” He stares down at where my hand is before wrapping his fingers around mine. “Those are my new favorites,” Adrian says, a shy smile covering his lips. “I hope that’s alright with you.”
“As long as it’s okay with you if I keep wearing orange because it reminds me of you,” I say, doing my best to swallow past the emotion building in my throat.
