Page 46 of Bookworm
With a cocky smirk, he gripped his hard length, giving himself a stroke and I swear I melted into a puddle right there on my bed.
Drunk and giggly Adam was adorable. But this quiet, confident Adam?
He was fire.
Now this is Han Solo energy right here, I thought.
I must have said that out loud because his response was a quiet chuckle. “Glad to know I’ve earned your respect,” he says, his voice low and raspy and oh so sexy.
Adam climbed onto the bed and settled himself between my thighs.
No foreplay was needed. Not tonight. I was already drenched for him. Swollen and needy, I pulsed my hips as he pressed himself gently against my entrance.
I could taste the relief as he pushed inside. The anticipation and tension melted away, replaced by a delicious stretch and a sigh of pure pleasure radiated between us. The slide of wet, slick skin and out in the slowest, most controlled movements.
I ache for more. Harder. Deeper. How is he so goddamned disciplined? My entire body trembled, shaking, distracted by the rhythmic movements. In. Out. In. Out.
The glide of bare skin nearly obliterated me as I slid my legs higher, wrapping them around his hips and guiding him deeper, harder, working himself deeper and deeper inside of me with each pulse of his hips. Then with a thrust, he obliged me, slamming into me hard. Stars appeared in my vision and I cried out, scraping my fingernails down his back.
More.
Again.
Then, nipping my collarbone, he reached a hand down between us, finding my clit.
The soft, slow strokes grew harder. Faster. Flicking.
My core tightened, tingles and heat wrapping around my skin like shrinkwrap.
The spasm rocked through my body, tightening around the thick length of him inside me. Squeezing, pulsing, I gasped as my lower back arched off the bed and I came around him.
“Harper.” My name was a prayer on his lips. A mere graveled sigh as he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders and knelt straighter, pounding into me faster and harder now that I’d come.
I whimpered at the hungry exploration of his hands over my body; down my thighs, gliding across my slick clit, squeezing my breasts and flicking my nipples.
The haze surrounded me and I heard grunted words likeperfectionandmissed youbetween the slap of skin and sighs of pleasure.
My own climax is buildingagain. Again. How is this possible?
But before I can question it, ripples of pleasure consume my body just as Adam threw his head back. His abs tensed. Then, I could feel the pulse of him from inside of me. Both of us squeezing and spasming together.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty and satiated.
Turning my head to him, I kissed Adam deeply.
After a few minutes, he pulled out and I whimpered as he stood, reaching for his hand to keep him here beside me. “Don’t go.”
Smiling, he bent, kissing me. “I’m just running to take Verne for a quick walk. Then I’ll be back.” He grabbed his pants off the floor, tugging them up over his hips.
“Good,” I sighed and stretched out on my bed. “Bring Verne over, too, after his walk. I’m not ready for this to be over.”
Pausing, Adam captured a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger. “Harper, if there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that this isfarfrom over.”
Chapter Thirteen
“It’s amazing how quickly time passes when you’re in a constant post-orgasmic daze, isn’t it?”
I slapped my palm over my mouth just in time to catch the water that I’d nearly snorted all over the copy ofPride and Prejudice.
