Page 42 of Catalyst
Then he dives in, eating me out like he’s starving and the only thing that will sustain him is me.
I cry out at the overwhelming sensation. My fingers grip his hair in an effort to keep me grounded. His tongue devours my clit—licking, sucking, biting—until I’m a mess of feelings, and my orgasm crashes through me in one massive, body-trembling wave.
“Give me another,” Adam growls against me.
I shake my head in desperation. I’m not sure if I’m desperate to stop or for more. “I can’t. It’s too much,” I breathe out.
“You can, and you will, Elliana.” Adam’s tongue spears my entrance, fucking me in a way I’ve never experienced before. I don’t even cringe at the use of my full name. For the first time in years, I find pleasure in hearing it, and I can’t help but wonder if Adam is healing me in ways I didn’t even know I could be healed.
Suddenly, my body is arching off the bed as if it’s trying to run away from what’s happening inside of me. I’m on fire, and I don’t know if I can do this without being destroyed.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Now, come on my fucking face.”
At Adam’s words, I detonate. Everything tightens around him, my thighs clamping around his head, holding him tight to me. If I was fully in my head right now, I’d be worried about suffocating him. At the moment, I don’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it.
He flips me onto my stomach, his fingers digging into my hips as he slams his cock into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Adam yells. He starts pounding into me, and I’m not sure if I’m having one long orgasm or if they’re just coming one after the other. I don’t fucking care. My body is in this euphoric state of being where I feel like I’m floating through space, and everything is amazing. Never in my entire life have I felt peace like this. Everything is finally calm inside me, and nothing can hurt me here.
“Ellie, sweetheart, come back to me.” Adam’s voice is soft as his lips brush against my face with little kisses.
“Hmmm,” I mumble.
Adam huffs out a laugh. He lightly kisses my lips, and I smile at how gentle he’s being with me now. After what just happened, it’s exactly what I need to come back to earth.
When my eyes flicker open, he’s looking at me with a softness I’ve never seen on his face before. It makes my heart flutter, and I wonder if he’s falling for me as hard as I’m falling for him. It’s going to shatter me if he’s not in this as fully as I am.
“Welcome back.” He smiles.
“Hi.” I bite my lip, a little embarrassed at how out of it I am. Adam’s thumb pulls my lip out of my teeth.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Adam says softly.
“I was thinking the same about you.”
He shakes his head at my statement, as if he doesn’t believe me. “How are you? Things got a little intense there.”
“I think it may take me a few hours to feel my legs again, but I’m great.” I grin.
Adam laughs, his blue eyes sparkling. “Good.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s shower, and then I’ll make us a snack.”
My stomach grumbles, and we both laugh. “That sounds perfect.”
* * *
I take a sip of wine, keeping my eyes glued to Adam’s butt as he walks around my kitchen. I have no idea what he’s making, but I’m enjoying watching him make it.
He turns around, a smirk tilting up the corner of his mouth when he catches me staring. I’m not embarrassed in the slightest. What can I say? He’s got a nice ass.
“Okay, with the very limited resources at my disposal,”—Adam frowns in disappointment at my lack of food in my house—“I’ve made us a rather delicious snack.” He sets a plate of crackers, cheese, meat, and pickles down in front of me, and my mouth waters.
“This looks amazing! Thanks for taking care of me.” I lean into him and press a kiss to his lips in thanks. They’re a little swollen from our escapades earlier, making them even puffier than usual. So freaking tempting.
I grab the plate and my wine glass and head into the living room. Adam follows behind me with the bottle of wine, and we both get comfortable on the couch.
“Now, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you?” Adam raises an eyebrow at me, as if he’s calling me out for not talking to him before he had to ask.
“How do you know anything’s bothering me?” Maybe I’m being defensive, but I’m not used to being called out on my emotions by anyone other than Katie and Sue. And most of the time, they can’t see past the façade I put up.
