by Alana Jade
He pushes strands of my hair off my shoulder, so it all cascades down my back. It’s so long, it almost touches the white and gray flecked countertop.
His hand drifts from my shoulder, rounding my breast before sliding it down to my hip, but he doesn’t stop there. He continues on until his hand is resting on my thigh. I shudder in anticipation.
“Are you cold?” he asks, stopping suddenly.
I can’t help but laugh, my immediate reaction is to pull my legs in a little, so they’re hugging Adam’s body. “No way. The exact opposite, this is making me hot.”
“Hot, hey.” He winks before lowering himself to the floor, his head now in line with my knees.
Holy hell, this man is sex on legs, I tell myself.
Adam spreads my legs as wide as comfortably possible, pushing my skirt back revealing my navy lace panties. I thank my lucky stars I chose this pair tonight.
“Ooh… these are a sexy little number,” he purrs, running a finger across the lace.
I can’t help but suck in a deep breath, willing myself not come the second he touches me.
Adam wriggles his hands under my ass and jerks me forward a little, so I’m sitting right on the edge of the counter. He puffs a few hot breaths onto my panties, and I let out a moan.
“Someone likes that,” he teases.
The next time he does it, he runs his finger across the lace while blowing hot breath onto me.
“Ohhh,” I moan again, throwing my head back in pleasure.
Don’t come, Georgia. Enjoy this. It may be the only time it happens, a little voice inside my head tells me, but I push it aside.
Adam makes me feel like a goddess when I’m with him.
The beautiful torture continues for a couple of minutes before Adam quickly stands. “I’m taking you to my bedroom. You deserve better than the damn kitchen counter.”
Adam takes my hand and helps me off the counter.
As I turn to follow him, I realize my skirt is still sitting high. I pause for a second to straighten it up.
“It won’t be on for long,” Adam mutters in a deep sexy voice, sending my insides instantly to mush.
We round the edge of the counter with Adam leading the way, and I hear the crash of a pot breaking outside.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Adam, clasping over his hand that’s holding my other one. “It sounded like a pot being broken.”
“It’s probably the wind or the cat. The forecast has us in for some storms overnight.” He shrugs, before smiling and running his finger down my face.
He frees his hand from my grasp, running it down my body to my ass. With a light tap, he then scoops down throwing me over his shoulder.
I squeal as I’m lifted into the air. “Adam,” I cry. “Put me down.”
“Say my name again. I love how you say it,” he growls.
“Adam,” I murmur, before placing my hand over my mouth, bursting into a fit of giggles.
“You’ll keep.” He laughs and taps my ass again while I wriggle and squeal. When he palms my ass as it sits over his shoulder, a moan escapes my mouth. I’ve always associated this position with someone being rough or with someone in trouble, but hell, this is fucking hot.
At the bottom of the staircase, he places me on the floor, takes my hand, and leads me to his room. The dark wood banister with shiny metal balusters add to the modern feel of this home.
Adam opens his bedroom door to an area that appears almost as large as my entire guesthouse. It’s softly lit with two lamps, one on each bedside table, which frame his four-poster bed perfectly.
He leads me into his room with my back to his bed. Adam sweeps me into his arms and kisses me with need, our lips dancing together as though they’re perfectly matched.
I’m in heaven, I say to myself as my knees weaken.
His hands caress my back before locking on the zip of my dress, slowly lowering it. The material becomes loose on my body, the feel of the soft material slipping down my arms.
My dress has built-in bust support, so I’m not wearing a bra tonight, much to Adam’s surprise. He murmurs, “mmm…” into my mouth when he realizes his hands are lightly touching my bare back.
Normally, I’d be too ticklish to have someone touch me this way, but Adam has me wanting more and more. He walks forward, guiding me until the backs of my legs are touching his bed. With my dress now dropping to the floor, I step out of it. I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my panties and heels.
I can hear the buzzing of his cell in his pocket. Surely, he can too, and I try several times to bring it to his attention, but his lips don’t leave mine long enough for him to care.
Encouraging me to lay, I slowly sit and wriggle backward on the bed, kicking my shoes off in the process. It’s the plushest bed I’ve ever been on. This must be what sleeping on a cloud feels like.
I’ve never been overly comfortable in my own skin, but in this moment, Adam is making me feel like the sexiest woman to have ever lived. The way he’s eyeing my body is making me want to demand he has his way with me right this second.
“You’re so hot. So sexy,” he purrs, and I can feel my cheeks warm instantly.
“So are you,” I reply, a smile pulling at the sides of my mouth.
Adam slowly lowers the zipper of his pants.
I sit up a little to watch the show, sucking in a breath as he’s undoing the button before his dress pants fall to the floor exposing his striped boxers with a noticeably large bulge. My excitement levels have doubled, and I clench my thighs a little to try and ease the excitement building inside me.
The bed dips as Adam kneels on it, and I lay back awaiting his touch. His hand caresses my ankle then slowly traces up my leg before moving up my body, leaving goosebumps in his trail. By the time he gets to my breasts, my nipples are taut, and I shiver in anticipation. Starting to palm my breast, he leans down, taking my mouth with his. His weight pushes me into the mattress as his fingers are working magic with my nipple, all making for an electrifying experience.
I hear the vibrations of his cell phone again and lightly touch his chest to gain his attention.
As he pulls back, looking at me, his eyes quiz what’s wrong, so I mutter, “Your cell.”
“Ignore it. Nothing is getting between you and me tonight,” he says before kissing me again.
So, I do just that, ignore the buzz and enjoy the kiss. Luckily, the vibration stops a few seconds later.
Adam moves to my other breast continuing with his pleasurable torture. As he takes my nipple between his fingers, I start writhing. I simply can’t help it, trying to control the build that’s forming low in my belly. If he continues with this much longer, I’ll be coming in no time. Which I’m sure will not be great for Adam—the moment he touches me. I come—yeah, not a great look.
Noticing my movement is increasing, Adam changes pace, sliding his hand down my belly to my panties. I know this is where I will come undone in no time at all.
Breaking our kiss, Adam sits back and looks at me, a sexy smirk plastered on his face, his fingers still on my panties while he’s lightly touching the lace. Not able to control myself anymore, I hook my fingers over the edges of my panties and attempt to push them down, but Adam stops me.
“Don’t rush. We have all night.”
“I can’t take your teasing anymore,” I plead. “I want you. Please.”
“I want you, too. But I want to enjoy every second. It’s not a quick fuck for me, Georgia. You will never be a quick fuck.”
“I don’t want that either. Not at all. Not from you, Adam.”
“Lay back and enjoy. Let me take control. Let’s both enjoy making love.” Adam winks before lowering his head to my panties.
I suck in a deep, anticipating breath and will myself not to come undone the moment he touches me. I tell myself to relax over and over and let whatever happens tonight happen.
Adam
With my mouth hovering over Georgia’s panties, my hands ar
e planted firmly on either side of her. I blow hot breath onto the lace and watch as Georgia squirms.
She’s so sexy lying like this on my bed, I know the moment we start, I’ll find it hard to control my urges, so my sweet teasing is for both of our benefits.
Hooking a finger on either side of the band of her panties, I slowly pull them down. I hear Georgia gasp, and I encourage her to lift her ass a little, so I can get this lace out of the way. Sliding her panties down her legs, then off her feet, I let them drop to the floor.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a woman naked on my bed, and I’m damn well going to enjoy every second of this. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and while I’d love nothing more than to sink my cock into her right now and fucking take what I need, I want to do the right thing by Georgia and make sure she’s ready for me.
I run my finger down her cute little strip of hair before gently pushing my finger between her lips. I watch as she closes her eyes, opens her mouth a little, before bunching my duvet into her fist. Smiling, I lower my head to her pussy and lick her lips before parting them with my tongue and instantly tasting her sweetness.
“Ohhh,” Georgia cries, encouraging me to continue.
My finger slides between her folds, finding her opening, and I gently push my finger inside her as I take her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.
“Adam, I’m so close already. Please stop,” she pleads, but I ignore her.
I continue until I feel her body start to shiver. Then I nibble at her clit, instantly feeling her body tense for a few moments before releasing and relaxing again, but she pushes me away and mouths, “Stop.”
I sit back on my haunches and watch as she comes down from her high. It must have been too intense.
“Holy shit!” she pants.
“Good?” I ask, smiling at her.
“So good. But I’m so sensitive now. Sorry.” She blushes.
“Don’t apologize,” I tell her, before bringing my lips back down on hers.
The kiss is short-lived as the phone in my bedroom begins to ring. The house phone never rings.
“Fuck! Leave me alone,” I groan.
“If your cell and the landline are going off, maybe it’s important, Adam. Answer it,” Georgia encourages.
Damn! I feel a ping in my chest. What if it’s Mom?
Grabbing the handset off the cradle, I push the button, bring the phone to my ear, and gruffly say, “It better be damn important.”
“Mr. Cunningham, it’s John,” the voice says.
“Yes, John. What is it? It’s so late at night.”
“Sorry to disturb you, but I’ve had a call from night security. Your gate alarm has been triggered. They called me when they couldn’t get in contact with you.”
“How long ago?” I ask.
Georgia’s curious face lets me know she’s interested in the one-sided conversation she’s overhearing.
“About half an hour now,” John continues. “I came straight over. I’m in the gatehouse now. I’ve called the police.”
“Is there a need for that? Perhaps it’s malfunctioned again,” I question, choosing my words carefully, so I don’t scare Georgia.
“It was repaired after the malfunction and has worked well since. When I arrived, the gate was partially open. You wouldn’t have left it open?”
“Georgia and I arrived home about an hour ago. I’m sure the gate was closed,” I say, looking at Georgia, who nods her head in agreement. “Georgia is with me now, and she agrees it was closed.”
“That’s what I assumed, sir. Hence, why I’ve called the police.”
“Thanks, John, I’ll be down shortly.”
“I advise you to stay in the house, sir, until we get the all-clear. Make sure all your doors are secure. Please ensure Ms. Gellar’s are as well. I’ll go through the CCTV footage and check now.”
“Fine. Thanks, John. Keep me posted. Call the cell next time, I’ll be sure to answer it.”
“Sir,” he replies before hanging up.
I look at a startled Georgia. I can tell by her wide eyes and tense body. I rub my hand up and down her arm before placing a soft kiss on her lips in reassurance.
“Adam, what’s going on?” she questions.
I pause for a second trying to think about how much I should tell her. Although, I’m now second-guessing whether the gate was closed properly or not. I’m sure once John checks the CCTV footage, they will see I was more than a little infatuated with Georgia, and perhaps the gate has malfunctioned because I simply didn’t close it properly.
“It was John… from security. An alarm is set off when the gate is forced open, or if it’s left open for too long.”
“What does that mean?”
“You don’t need to concern yourself. I’ll need to go downstairs, though. Can we press pause on this for now?”
“Of course.” She nods, but she’s worried, her eyebrows are drawn together in a tight line. I hate to put what was happening between us on the back burner, but we won’t be able to relax when someone has possibly broken into my property.
“Feel free to stay in here. There’s a robe behind the door. The bathroom is through the door there. Can I bring you up a cup of hot chocolate or coffee?”
“I can come downstairs and make it, Adam. I don’t expect you to wait on me.”
“It’s safer if you stay up here.” The moment the sentence leaves my mouth, I instantly regret it.
“Safer? Are we in danger? Do they think someone is on the property?” Georgia sits up, twisting toward me.
“We don’t know. John’s called the police. A couple of patrol cars will be here shortly. Don’t worry yourself. I have everything under control. Did you lock the guesthouse before coming over here?” I take her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles as she slowly nods her head. I can tell she’s panicking on the inside.
“I’ll bring you up a hot chocolate with a marshmallow shortly. If you’d like to shower or freshen up, there are clean towels in the top drawer.”
Damn it all to hell!
What a shit end to an amazing night.
“Think of that as the teaser, and when I get back, we’ll get onto the main event.” I flash her a cheeky grin and wink, but it’s not reciprocated.
“Stay safe, Adam. I’m sure we’ll have many more amazing nights together.” Georgia slides off the end of the bed and grabs her panties before collecting a robe and heading to the bathroom.
I wait until the door clicks shut before taking a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my chest of drawers and pulling them on. Collecting my cell from my pants on the floor, I slide it into my pocket.
Heading downstairs, I make my way first to the kitchen to make Georgia’s hot chocolate and check the door is closed. I flick on the outside lights and check what I can see of the guesthouse.
The front door is open.
My heart begins to race, and I fumble for my cell in my pocket to call John.
It rings once before he answers, “Mr. Cunningham…”
“John… Georgia’s door is open. Can you check the video to see if anyone went in there?”
“Yes, Mr. Cunningham.”
I end the call, knowing it will take him some time to search through the footage.
“Adam… Adam…” Georgia calls from upstairs, and she sounds panicked.
I race to the staircase and take the stairs two at a time.
She’s hanging out of my bedroom door with a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body. “I’ve remembered something from earlier,” she starts. “Remember the noise I heard… please don’t tell me someone was watching us.” The tears are brimming her eyes, threatening to spill over.
As I walk toward her, I hush her by rubbing my hands up her arms trying to reassure her all will be fine. She doesn’t need this kind of stress. “I don’t know, but John is looking at the security footage right now. Relax in the shower, I’ll bring your hot chocolate shortly.”
Geo
rgia slowly nods before sliding back into my room and into the bathroom. I decide not to follow her as much as I desperately want to. When I hear the water turn on, I head back downstairs awaiting the call from John and double-check all of the other doors in the house.
Given I rarely use the rooms in the front of the house, I shouldn’t even bother checking the front door or the patio doors off the formal living room, but I need to be thorough, making sure both Georgia and I remain safe, especially, if there is somebody on my property.
The buzzing of my cell startles me. I fumble to retrieve it from my pocket. “Yes?” I answer, walking back through my informal living room.
“Sir… John... I can confirm that Miss Gellar didn’t leave the guesthouse door open. However, it looks like someone did get in. The police have arrived. I’ll give them this footage. It’s very grainy, you never see the person’s face, but someone definitely entered the guesthouse.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, scrubbing my face then running my hand through my hair. “Make sure the police are thorough. I believe the main house is secure. Get them to come to the back door if needed.”
“Yes, sir.” As I end the call, I walk back into my kitchen and sit at the kitchen counter facing the guesthouse. Placing my cell on the table, I fold my hands over the top of it, laying my forehead down. All this commotion is giving me a headache.
Why would some fucker want to break into my place, then go for the guesthouse? It baffles me that anyone would try and fuck with my sweet Georgia.
As I sit up straight, sucking in a deep breath, I shake my head a few times. I have to get a grip on myself and this situation.
A police officer walks past my back door and looks at something in the garden under my kitchen window. I’ll find out soon enough what’s going on but decide to take Georgia’s drink to her and make sure she’s doing okay. She’s my number one priority in this situation.
Whoever is trying to fuck with us better watch themselves.
