Page 34 of Five Minute Man
“Say no and I’ll stop.”
“I’m not saying no, Adam.”
He pushed his big, muscular thigh between hers, holding her in place as it pressed suggestively against yet another part of her shamelessly begging for his attention. She tried in vain to flex her hips to relieve some of the ache, but he only pressed harder, letting her know that he was the one in control, and she was all but powerless to stop him.
Why, for the life of her, would she even want to?
Something niggled at the back of her mind, some faint echo of warning, but it was lost in the flood of endorphins as he moved his hand upward, cupping one of her breasts through the thin bra cup.
He growled then, a purely masculine sound that she felt as much as heard. Though she wouldn’t have thought it possible, her breasts swelled even more, the hard beads of her nipples pressing forward.
It was both heaven and hell the way he teased her, rubbing his thumbs over them several times before giving a skillful flick of his fingers to release the front clasp of her bra. The soft support vanished, the cups peeled aside and were mercifully replaced with his hot, rough hands. Shemighthave whimpered.
“So fucking beautiful,” he hissed, releasing her mouth and dropping his head to suckle her through the thin cotton of her tee-shirt. This time, there was no mistaking the sounds she made, crying out at the hard pull of his mouth, not in pain, but in pleasure.
When he nipped her tender skin, she understood instinctively that it was a mark of his approval. A few heartbeats later, he grasped the waistband of her lounge pants and pushed down hard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice husky and thick with need.
Holly obeyed without question, eagerly stepping out of her pants and snaking her arms around his neck.
She nearly cried out when she felt his fingers between her legs; his groan another sign of his approval at finding her slick and oh-so-wet.
For one interminably long moment, he pulled away from her. She was about to protest until she heard the glorious sound of a snap and a zipper, followed by the tear of foil. Then he was back, grinding his hips against hers, lubricating the proof of his desire with what she had provided. It wasn’tenough.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, needingmore.
Thank God he seemed to understand. A slight tilt of his hips poised the blunt head right at her entrance.
He paused, breathing hard. “Holly ...”
Why had he stopped?
She looked into his eyes and saw the raw, stark need matching her own, as well as his unspoken question. She knew instinctively that it was the last time he would ask. Her answer would determine not just the next few minutes, but their future.
“Yes ...” she answered in a husky whisper, using her legs to pull him closer.
Adam pressed forward, penetrating the wet, silken need that had become the focal point of her entire body.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he murmured as he worked his way deeper.
This time it was Holly who rewarded him with another rush of silken heat and a tight squeeze made possible by years of Kegel exercises. Judging by the strangled moan that erupted from his throat, they were worth every second.
When his balls pressed against her swollen folds, he paused, a single brief moment only. For that moment, time and space ceased, hung in a suspended sense of nearly unbearable anticipation.
She looked into his eyes, now polished sapphires, and whispered the only word she was capable of. “Please.”
Adam grunted in affirmation. He withdrew and thrust again and again with long, thorough strokes that stretched her to her physical limits and filled her completely. It still wasn’t enough. He was holding back, and she needed him, all of him.
A minute later, she tightened her leg-lock around his hips and dug her heels into his tight ass in an unspoken request formore.
He gave it to her. Increasing his pace, his hips pistons of even greater force, thrusting into her harder and faster. Possessing her. Owning her.
“Yes!” she scream-moaned, grabbing the hair at the base of his skull and tugging hard. This was exactly what she had needed. Him. Pounding into her as if he would die if he didn’t. Assuming total control over his pleasure and hers.
“Come for me, Holly,” he commanded sharply, grinding his hips, pushing deeper, demanding more. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
His raw words undid her. Seconds later, her entire body clenched, a silent scream ripping from her throat.
Adam roared her name as her channel bore down hard around him in complete bliss. He was no longer pumping but pushing hard into and against her as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
Along with the intense climax ripping through her body, she felt the pulse of his release as he exploded inside her. Then they were moving again.
Adam’s arms were still around her, tight bands that kept her from floating away in thousands of tiny pieces. He dropped down onto the sofa, pulling her with him.
“Jesus, Holly,” he moaned, holding her tightly encased in his arms.
She moaned against his neck, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
“Five minutes ...” she breathed before giving in to the darkness.
