“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” Her hands slid a slow, tormenting path up my arms, the span of my chest—until they reached the somewhat dry buttons of my shirt. Her fingers trembled as she undid button by button. Her ring hung around my neck.
If you asked me yesterday why the fuck I wore it, I might have spewed bullshit. But today I’d tell you I was scared of losing her and the parts of her connected to me. I saw her throw the ring out and needed to get it back.
And a whole lot of fucking money but Adelaide was worth it.
I’d never deserve her.
Her hand splayed over the ring, pressing herself and the object onto my skin.
I clenched my jaw. Feeling her skin on me, even just the slither of it was intoxicating. I wanted more. So much fucking more. This moment needed to be slow, but I couldn’t doslow.
“Adelaide,” hoarse and gruff. I placed my hand over hers and she looked up through her darkened gaze with a hum. “I can’t be gentle.”
In response, she dragged her nails down my chest. “I don’t want you to be.”
Fucking hell.
Her breath hitched the second I shoved her against the wall and devoured her lips. “Fuck,” I said. “You taste so good.”
My hand trailed downwards towards her pussy.
She shook in my arms, tugging at my hair, arching into me, and being a whimpering mess.
“Tell me how to make you come,” I pressed her. Rubbing over the wet material.
She panted against my lips, “Christian…more.”
“Tell me,” my movements turned rougher. Air was me and she pushed herself for more. “How I can make youcome.”
“Just be you,” she whined before merging herself into me again.
My dick was so fucking hard.
If she continued moaning like that, I’d explode inside my pants.
Wouldn’t be the first time…
Fuck.
When we break apart for air, she was still a murmuring mess while my fingers worked over her. Slow and steady, teasing up to the moment she’d explode on my fucking tongue.
Kneeling down before her, Adelaide stared like the queen she was. I was her slave—from the very first day I met her. She held me down with her gaze and I’d never left. Locked and loaded with her love shackling my wrists, my legs, my damn heart. Following her around in hopes of finding myself but only ever found myself in her.
She shifted her weight onto her other leg. That’s when I noticed she was still wearing her uncomfortable heels.
Stopping my movements, I slid my hand down her leg to her heel, where I unclasped the strap and gently removed the shoe. “You know exactly how to bring a man down to his knees.” I looked up, maintaining eye contact with her as I repeated the action with the other one.
Without missing a beat, I brought her legs over my shoulders.
She feels incredible.
Full thighs around me.
Fingers gripping onto my hair.
Pussy mere centimetres away from my mouth.
This was a good day.
