Page 8 of Dancing Diva
“It’s amazing,” I say, glancing over and catching Adam watching me.
A smile slowly spreads across his face. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I decide to take a chance. To actively partake at this moment instead of waiting and hoping for someone else to take the next step. I reach over and loop my finger into the belt loop of Adam's jeans and pull him towards me.
In my attempt to be adventurous, I overshoot the mark and fumble the kiss. Our lips bounce off one another, and our teeth clink together.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
"Don't be sorry," he says, running his fingers into my hair and pulling me close. There is a gentleness to his touch mixed with the confidence of someone who knows what they want.
Our mouths brush against one another—once and then twice. The sugary sweet taste of maple syrup still lingers on his lips, and I want more. I open myself up, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Heat pools in my lower belly, and I squeeze my thighs together for some relief. A soft moan escapes my lips.
"Damn, babe," Adam breathes out, "You keep making noises like that, and I won't be able to hold myself back."
“Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.”
Adam takes this as the invitation I meant it to be. He wraps one arm around my waist, and his other grabs my ass to lift me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel the hard press of his cock brush against my aching center.
"Oh fuck," I cry out as my hips shift against him, allowing the stiff denim fabric to hit my clit in just the right way.
I'm so lost in the moment that when I feel Adam start to move, I assume he's walking us over to the couch. But when he sets me down on cold brick stone instead of the soft cushion of the couch, I'm pulled back to reality.
"What are you doing?" I ask, looking over my shoulder down to the street below. My grip on him now is like a vice, and I have no intention of letting go.
“You said you wanted to try something to really make you feel alive.”
I glance back over my shoulder again, and I can almost hear my pulse racing in my ears. I've never felt so terrified and alive and free and safe all at once. Adam doesn't move, his gaze studying me for any hesitation.
“I’ve got you,” he says, meeting my eyes with an unwavering look of protective power I’ve ever seen before. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”
“I know.” I nod and crush my lips against his.
I’m ready to let him take the lead, to lose myself to the moment and him. The arm wrapped around my waist is like an anchor, holding me in place, assuring me that he won’t let me fall. His other hand finds its way up between my thighs. The roughness of his fingertips against my soft skin sends a flutter of sensations through me. I spread my thighs apart, wanting him to reach the spot we both know is his goal.
My pussy is so wet that his fingers push aside the damp silk fabric of my panties and slip between my folds without any resistance. His thumb finds my clit and rubs slow circles around the sensitive cluster of nerve endings. Two other fingers push deep into me, and I arch my back with pleasure. Adam's grip on me tightens, but it doesn't waver.
It doesn’t take much for my release to build up inside me. When his hand reaches both critical spots, my eyes roll back into my head. Adam’s lips scorch a trail down my neck to the crease of my breasts.
“I can feel you’re close,” he breathes against my skin. “Let yourself go for me.”
My head rolls back, and I cry out as Adam pumps his fingers harder and faster. His name is on my lips. I do as he says and let go.
6
ADAM
I pull my hand free from between her creamy thighs and lick the sweet honey of Claire's orgasm off my fingertips. The sight of her watching her let go, of trusting me so completely, has me hard as a rock and ready to claim her again because she is mine.
This connection we share isn’t something that is temporary. It’s a love I couldn’t have dreamed of ever finding in this lifetime. I will go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe, to keep her with me.
Claire pushes off the wall, the gravel on the rooftop crunching beneath her when she lands on her feet. She rests her hands on my chest, sliding them down and over my stomach to the hard bulge of my cock straining against my jeans. It’s almost painful but worth it to get to bury myself deep inside her.
"No more wall for this," she says, gently squeezing my cock and rubbing it up and down my length. "I want you to let yourself go for me."
“I’d do anything for you,” I press my forehead against hers.
Our ragged breathing and racing heartbeats in our chests drown out any sounds from the city. It's like the world around us has melted away, and we are the only two people left.
