by Penny Wylder
“God, no.” He lets his lips fall to my collarbone, tasting my skin. “But I don’t want to go faster than you’re ready for.”
I arch my body into his, enjoying the sound he makes in his throat. “I’m ready,” I say. “I think we’ve both been ready for this for a long time.” I take the time to trace his face with my fingers. There’s a barely there scratch of stubble on his jaw, and the line of it makes me understand why people say some jaws can cut glass. His nose has a little bump on the top, and I wonder if he broke it. And then his eyes, a perfect green that’s staring down into me, and I think I could get lost there for a long time.
“Then I don’t want to stay on the couch.”
“Is it uncomfortable?” I ask. “Sometimes I think this couch can be lumpy, and it’s older.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Ollie.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t want to stay on the couch like someone you bring home to fool around with. This is different than that to me.”
What he’s saying sinks in. “Oh. Okay.”
Adam’s lips press to the skin just below my ear. “Let me take you to bed.”
I shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin from his kiss and his words. And then I nod.
“Which one is your bedroom?”
“Here,” I sit up, about to show him around, when he beats me to it. He’s up on his feet and he scoops me up off the couch like I’m weightless. “Which door?” he asks, smiling.
“French doors.”
Pushing the door open with his foot, Adam carries me into my bedroom, and I'm so grateful that I'm actually in the habit of making my bed. He claims he doesn't care about the mess, but I'm still skeptical.
He lays me down on the bed, and then he's over me again. "I'm going to go slow, because I don't want either of us to forget this."
I'm going to say something, but his lips are on my shoulder and I forget all the words. He's tracing the lines of me with his mouth, moving to my neck and down the center of my chest, slow and deliberate. Each kiss raises more goosebumps on my skin, sends more arousal spiraling down into my core where it stays and builds.
Gently he helps me out of the straps of my dress and peels it back. I'm not wearing a bra, and my nipples are already hard from his attention. There's a short intake of breath, and he stares at me. I realize this is the moment where there's no turning back. The look on his face, awe and wonder and lust makes me pull him down to me again.
"I want to see you," I say, trying to unbutton his shirt, but Adam catches my hands by the wrists.
"You will, I promise. But first, I want to savor you." The dark roughness of his voice slithers down my spine and I feel myself dampen further.
Savor. Like I'm a flavor that he wants more of. Like he's going to taste me. God, yes.
My dress is down to my hips, and his mouth is on my skin again. He moves slowly, drawing a line of pleasure and fire down between my breasts. One hand reaches out to squeeze, and my back arches off the bed. He laughs.
“What?" I feel the blood rushing to my face before I can even form the words to speak the question, and Adam smiles. "I love the way you blush," he says, "especially when you do it here." He draws his finger down the path that his mouth followed. "But I still want to know why you're blushing."
I know why, but I don't want to say. I don't want to scare him away.
Adam's hands cradle my face. "What are you afraid of?"
"So much," I whisper. "And I don't want to ruin this."
He pulls back so he's kneeling on the bed and pulls me with him, so that we're upright together. It feels less vulnerable, even if I'm still half naked, still aching for him to touch me.
"Tonight, let that go," he says. "I want you, and I'm not going to leave unless you ask me to."
I don't know how he knew that's what I needed, but I kiss him, wrap my arms around his neck, and the scratch of his shirt on my breasts makes me gasp into his mouth.
"Why were you blushing?"
"They're sensitive," I say, voice breathy. "And it's—I like it when—" I can't seem to get the words out, but that's all he needs.
Adam's hands come up and then he's touching me, thumbs rolling across my nipples and I feel that everywhere. I have to close my eyes, because it feels so damn good. "Oh," he says, running his thumb over me again, watching me shake. "I see. You were embarrassed to tell me that you like this?"
He does it again with both hands and I moan. If he keeps doing that I think I might come. It's happened before and I know it's not common but god every time someone touches my nipples I'm in heaven. "Yes," I say. I don't know if it's the answer to his question or a request for more. Either. Both.
I'm on my back again now, and suddenly his mouth is there, covering my nipple while he toys with the other one. Adam's tongue swirls around my skin and I can't breathe. He sucks, pulling my skin taut and then grazing his teeth across me and oh god I'm so wet that I think I might be ruining the dress and I can't even worry about it because holy fuck.
He pinches my left nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling just hard enough to shoot a burst of fiery heat down to my clit. My breath is coming in gasps, and I can't believe that he's doing this. I've never had someone spend this much time on my breasts, just enjoying them. The last time I came like this was an accident, and the guy was so freaked out that he had to stop.
Adam switches his attention from one nipple to the other and fuck—
The roughness of his tongue on me is bringing me higher. Higher. He squeezes me, and oh god. I gasp, my body going rigid as pleasure splinters through me from deep inside. It moves outward, and I'm lost in the sensation. It's brilliant, like a flare—just a flash and then gone, but it's beautiful, and I'm still trying to catch my breath.
I open my eyes to Adam looking down at me, searching my face. "You should never, ever, be embarrassed about that," he says.
"Other men have said differently."
"Then those men are idiots. That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen." He presses a kiss to my lips, "and if you come that hard when I play with your tits, I can't wait to see what happens when I reach your pussy."
"Oh—" I'm cut off because he's back at my breasts again, taking each nipple into his mouth and giving each one a long, deep suck that pulls on my clit and makes me shiver. He could stop right now and I'd be satisfied. But then again, I'm curious about what's going to happen next. I've never had anyone affect me this way, and I think it's going to be amazing.
Adam's tongue licks down my stomach, teasing me, tracing lines on my hipbones and across, just above where my dress has pooled. I'm soaking with anticipation, and grab the blanket on the bed to hold myself back from grabbing him and trying to make him go faster.
He hooks his fingers in the dress and pulls it down my hips. I close my eyes listening to the slithering sound as the silk hits the floor. I'm naked with Adam Carlisle. This is a dream, and I don't want to open my eyes and risk waking up.
His mouth gets closer and closer: the top of my thigh, the edge of my hip, the smooth skin of my mound where my legs are pressed together.
Another kiss there, insistent, and Adam's hands are on my hips pulling me closer to his mouth. Then his tongue darts out, and I gasp and I relax, letting my legs open.
Another dart of his tongue meets my clit and holy fuck that feels so good. "Mmm," Adam makes a sound low in his throat, and god it's the hottest thing. He's turned on by me, wants to savor me. I want him to lick me again, I want to feel what he can do with his mouth because if he can kiss me like that then—
My whole body tightens when he touches me, a kiss on my inner thigh and then closer. Just a flick of tongue on my skin. I don't know where he's going to touch me next, and it might drive me crazy. I open my eyes and the sight of Adam's head buried between my legs sends another burst of wetness gushing from me, and Adam laughs.
"I love how wet you are."
And then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks. Th
e world turns white, and I come instantly. I'm too turned on for anything else to happen. My whole body jerks against his mouth but he keeps me still with his hands, tongue swirling around my clit as he sucks me deep. Pleasure fizzes through my limbs, lighting that I have to contain, and I moan out loud.
He doesn't stop, instead, he licks me in long, slow strokes that make me jump and send sparks swirling through my body. God.
"Adam," I say. I'm going to tell him that it's enough, that I can't take anymore and that he can stop, but then his tongue slips inside my pussy and I go blind with pleasure. The words I was forming blur into nothing. "Fuuuuck." Just one drawn-out word that make him chuckle. The vibrations are good. So good.
He's fucking me with his tongue now, licking deep, trying to reach the G-spot, and oh my god he's almost there. So close. But not quite. He moves his hand so that his thumb is lazily circling my clit and my muscles start to shake. I'm on the edge of another orgasm, but not quite there. Not quite. I'm instead caught in that place of pleasure that's deep and just on the edge. I'm drowning in it, pulsing close to the edge and being pulled back again and again.
Adam sucks at my entrance before pulling back. His voice is rough, and I feel it on my skin. "I like the way you taste."
Covering my clit with his mouth again, I want to say something, but nothing comes out but another moan. This one louder. I can't even think about how I'm embarrassing myself because it feels so damn good.
He slips a finger inside me, and then two, and then three. I'm so wet that he slips in without a problem and suddenly I'm so, so full. He curves his fingers, and shit there it is. He strokes across my G-spot and I cry out because it's there, I'm close to falling off a cliff and into an ocean of pleasure that I'm not sure I'll resurface from.
One more stroke, and I fall. I might be gasping, might be screaming, I'm not sure. The orgasm is pure light, it sears through my body and crackles through my nerves and I'm shaking and god yes this is exactly what I want.
Adam is still there, stroking me with his tongue and his fingers and it feels like the pleasure just keeps going. I can't see or breathe or hear, it's just pleasure. He slows down, but my body still has spasms, little mini-orgasms. I didn't know I could come this much. I don't remember a time where I've done it this hard or this close together.
I'm panting on the bed, and I look down to see Adam smiling at me. "Holy shit," I say. "You are very good at that."
"I'm glad you think so."
He shrugs out of his tuxedo jacket and I can't believe he's still in his suit after all this. "I should have made you take your jacket off."
"It's off now."
And other things are coming off too. He takes of his shirt one button at a time and I get to see that perfect chest and stomach appear. It doesn't disappoint. He's lean, and I'm amazed that he has a body like this while he's a resident. But I'm glad that he does. I follow the lines of him from his chest across a set of perfect abs and lower to the waist of his pants where he has those lines that dip beneath and I want to lick them.
He drops his shirt to the floor and kicks off his shoes. "I feel like there should be some music," he says, teasing. "Since I'm stripping for you."
"Next time," I say, "because I want you naked now."
"Yes, Ma'am."
His pants fall to the floor, and through his boxer briefs I can already see how hard he is, and how big. His cock is straining against the fabric, and I want it. He's about to take them off, but I stop him, moving to the edge of the bed and pulling him closer by the hips. "Wait."
God, he's big. I run my fingers across him through the fabric and I see all his muscles tighten. I stroke him again, and look up to see the way his eyes are focused on me, so dark, so filled with want.
I hook my fingers on the sides of his underwear and pull them down, letting his cock spring free. It stands proudly straight out from his body, and I have to reach out and touch it. He's so hard, and when my fingers stroke his skin he closes his eyes.
He savored me, and now I want to savor him. I lean forward, but he stops me an inch before my lips touch him. "I want that," he says. “Believe me, I want that. But if you touch me with those lips I'm going to come, and I want to be inside you when I do."
I smirk at him, suddenly very much liking the idea that I've turned him on so much that he doesn't think he'll last. I lean back on the bed and arch my back, showing off my breasts. "How do you want me?"
11
Adam
I don't think the words she's saying register for a second. The sight of her draped across the bed, confident as queen has me frozen in place. I can't respond.
Then she asks again, "Tell me what you want."
What I want is to be inside her as quickly as possible. I fumble for my wallet in my pants on the floor and grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on. "I want you," I say, joining her on the bed.
I love the feel of her underneath me, finally skin on skin. I kiss her until she closes her eyes, and stroke down her side. I don't think I'll get enough of just touching her. She's soft and firm and so fucking gorgeous I can't keep my head on straight. I've been on the edge of coming this whole time, and I don't know how long I can last. I know that I would have lost is the second I felt her tongue on my cock.
Jesus, just thinking about her tongue on my cock...
I reach between us, fitting myself against her entrance, and I watch her eyes fly open to meet mine while I push in slowly. She moans, and it's the sexiest fucking sound. Her pussy is tight, squeezing me as I push in and in and I think I'm in heaven. I could stay here and be happy.
The fact that she's so tight even though she's come three times, shit. I'm all the way in, and it's a tight fit. She squeezes down on me and I think that I might black out. "You feel so fucking good."
I try to stay still, because I'm big and I don't want to hurt her, but all I want to do is to fuck her until she's screaming and senseless.
Ollie pulls my face to hers and kisses me. I hope she can taste herself on my tongue and know how much I enjoyed it. I start to move, because I can't hold myself back anymore. I pull back and sink in, and it's sweet delicious friction. Shit.
I have to hold my breath and tense all my muscles, but I keep the rhythm steady. Speed up a little and stay there. Not too fast.
"Adam," Ollie says, and I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I love that look. "Take me."
My heart stops in my chest. "What?"
One of her hands grips my side, and I can feel her nails there urging me on. The other pulls my face down to hers. "Take me. You're holding back."
I don't need her to say it again. I reach down, tilting her hips up into mine, and pull back. I drive into her in one stroke, and I don't stop. Fuck. I plunge into her again and again and again and it feels so good and in a part of my mind I can't believe that this is Ollie, that I'm finally fulfilling every fantasy I've had for the last ten years. I want to take her hard and fast and I want to make it last as long as humanly possible.
She's grabbing the sheets, holding on while I fuck her, and her tits are bouncing with every thrust. God, I want to fuck them. I want to fuck them and make her come from just fucking her tits.
I'm close to coming, and I want to be even closer to her. Pulling out, I grab her hips and turn her over. She's right there with me, and I slip back in, folding myself over her, so that every part of us is touching. God, her ass pressed up into my hips feels so good, and the way she's taking me without missing a beat—I'm going to come.
But not without her.
I reach between us, and search for her clit with my fingers. She's so wet and my fingers slip and slide around it, but I hear her gasping, and I feel the tension in her body. I close my eyes, thrusting harder, faster, circling with my fingers until I she's begging. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." It's a chant or a prayer and it matches the rhythm of my fucking.
"Adam!" Ollie screams my name, and I feel the gush of wetness on my hand as she comes, and I can't
hold back. I thrust deep, reaching a speed I didn't think I could, and there—
My vision disappears and lightning flashes up my spine and outward. Bursts of heat and pleasure ripple through my body, and I call Ollie's name.
I empty myself into the condom, every pull of my orgasm is deep and sharp and it takes every last bit of me.
I come back to myself, panting, holding Ollie against me, still buried inside her. My lips are at her neck, and I can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. I don't pull out of her, not yet. I just lower us to the bed, keeping her close. Her pussy squeezes down on me, an after-effect of her own orgasm, and I groan.
I've never come like that. Ever.
What the hell just happened?
"Adam," she says, and her voice is raw from her screams and moans. She doesn't say anything else. But I know. I wrap my arm around her, and I like that I can touch so much of her at once. Our legs are tangled, my chest pressed against her back, my arm spreading across her hip and breasts to her shoulder. I kiss her neck, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume with the new smell of sex, and I can feel myself twitch. Like my cock is thinking it might want another go. I slowly slip out of her, and I feel the loss. I want to be back inside that soft heat. It's perfect.
"Where's your bathroom?" I ask softly.
"The door before the kitchen."
I quickly make my way there and get rid of the condom and clean myself off before going back to the bedroom. While I was gone, Ollie got under the covers, and I slip under them with her. We're face to face now, but I still want her closer. I put an arm behind her so that we're touching all the way down our bodies, breathing each other's air.
"Hi," she says, a cute smile on her face.
"Hi."
"That was...that was very good. Thank you."
I chuckle. "You’re welcome, but I think I'm the one that needs to say it. It was..."
"Yeah me too." She sighs, "I owe Lorraine a very big present."
"Maybe I'll send her flowers," I say.
"She'd really like that," Ollie says sleepily, snuggling down into me. It makes my cock jump and stiffen and she laughs.
