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What’s between us isn’t remotely casual or temporary. Honestly, I don’t think it’s ever been like that orwillever be like that between us.
That clear realization should rattle me and my barely-standing walls, but I’m getting off the counter.
I go on my toes and kiss him.
It’s a matchstick dropped on gasoline.
Our mouths fuse together, and there’s fire shooting in my bones. We’re demanding and taking, and there aren’tenough hands, the way he’s touching me. He kneads my breast, strokes my neck, palms my stomach, races his fingers up my leg, stopping to sculpt the thicker part of my hips—before doing it all over. A ravenous circuit.
My focus is more singular.
I reach into his trunks and try to get a hold of his length. Thick, warm, solid, curved cock. I pull it out, and it’s perfect. Long, thick, heavily curved upwards and to the right. Almost like a right-handed hockey stick.
Adrian quickly traps my wrist so I can’t explore it, groaning. “I’m—I’m not gonna last. I want you so bad it’s fucking embarrassing, darling.”
He’s blushing even harder.
“I should…” he starts, swallowing hard, “…take care of myself, go jerk off or something. Not that I think it would make a difference—Christ, Sonya, having you touch my dick, I’m?—”
He cut himself off with a quiet groan, like justsaying itmade it worse.
I ache. The pulse between my legs throbs harder. I never thoughtthiswould be the thing to turn me on.
Not the abs, not the cheeky smile as he tries to make me laugh when I’m frowning too much, not the way he stands a little too close, talking in his low, confident time. Or him wagging his eyebrows and standing there with his dick out, which is how I pictured a night like tonight going.
No, it’s this.
Him falling to pieces.
“Let me taste you first,” Adrian orders with a side of begging. His lips are parted and eyebrows slant together.
Heat unfurls inside me like a lightning strike. “No.”
“Don’t you like the way my tongue fucks you?” Adrian reaches out and cups my chin. “Remember when I didthat? I’m going to lick your pussy until you can’t think straight.”
He tries going down.
I hold him up. “No,” I choke out.
A crease forms between his eyebrows. “Sonya.”
“I told you. It’smyturn.” Using my other hand, the one he hasn’t captured, I start stroking his shaft. He doesn’t expect that. A broken moan in the back of his throat spills out.
When I swipe my thumb across his blunt head, his mouth opens, but he’s not breathing. My hand tortures him and his cock. It’s mad at me, glistening with pre-come. I continue my slow, excruciating pace, and try to bend my head to lick the wetness away.
He doesn’t let me. “Wait, please?” Before I can argue, he adds, “Two minutes first,” he gasps. “Give me that, and then do whatever you want with me.”
I’m flushed, breathless, and aching so badly it borders on pain. And technically, two minutes is nothing. That must be why I give in and nod.
He works quick. My panties come off together with my leggings. Not a second later, his knees hit the kitchen floor.
“Oh my God!” The words burst out of my throat as he laps at my pussy, so hungrily that I hear the sound of my wetness echo off my walls. He’s using his tongue to part me and sucking insistently on my clit. At the same time, I’m stretched with a finger. Another one. Both of them are curling.
It’s too much.
“Can’t. Can’t even think.” I’m gripping his hair and shaking. My head tips back without me meaning to. I’m already close. Too close.
Not yet.
