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Her thighs start to tremble.I can taste her.Taste how much she’s enjoying this.I flatten my tongue and grind upward, my fingers digging into her hips enough to hold her steady.
“Adam—fuck, Adam—”
“That’s it,” I growl, barely lifting my mouth.“Say it again.Loud enough for LoverBoy to process in therapy.”
She lets out a giggle as she shatters.
Coming hard against my tongue, back arching, hand in my hair.
And when she finally collapses back, breathless and still smiling, I crawl up her body and kiss her.
“Now...are you ready for round two?”
She laughs again and the sound settles itself right behind my ribs.“Yes.”
“Good.”I grin, reaching for the condom, the moisturizer still beside it.“That was the dedication page.Chapter 1 starts now.”
Chapter twelve
EVE
Theorgasmisstillrolling through me in a way that has my very core fluttering.
I didn’t think that was a thing.Until now.
I said one night.
One thing I could tuck away in a drawer markedAlmost and Doesn’t Count.But this feels like every second we didn’t have.
I don’t want slow.I don’t want delicate.I want the years back.I want to be touched.And he’s kissing me.
Not soft.Not careful.Just heat and tongue and need, like he can’t stop devouring me.
His cock presses hard against me through his sweatpants, hot and twitching.I rock against him and feel the strain in his body, the tension in every breath.
“Take them off,” I whisper, and my voice doesn’t even sound like mine anymore.
His lips hover just over mine.His breath fans against my mouth.
“Say that again,” he says, low and guttural.“Say it like you mean it.”
“Adam,” I breathe.“Take.Off.Your pants.”
His groan is deep and unfiltered, the sound of a man done pretending he’s holding it together.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He stands and he watches me the whole time.Like he’s giving me the show, but it’s not for performance.It’s for us.
He pulls his shirt over his head, his abs tightening with the motion, and tosses it aside.
Then he grips the waistband of his sweatpants and slides them down, underwear with them, inch by aching inch, revealing the cock I’ve seen before on a screen but never like this.
Up close.
Hard.
Leaking at the tip.
