"Yeah?" his voice sought permission and I felt my chest warm again. Good. He was so good.
"Yeah," I agreed, leaning my chin up to plant a kiss on his neck.
"Turn around," he demanded as his hands released my breasts, his hands moving to my hips as I turned to face him, my hands sliding up his stomach and chest, finding the buttons of his shirt and slowly unfastening them.
Once the last one was freed, his hands slid from my hips to my ass, sinking in, and pulling me tight against him, making his hardness press low into my belly, causing a rush of wet to meet my panties, as my forehead met the skin of his chest, taking a slow, deep breath to try to ease the desire that was more like need coursing through my system. My hands reached up, grabbing the material near his shoulders and pushing it off. His hands stayed still, trapping the shirt for a long minute. When they moved away, they pulled my panties down as they went. His shirt hit the floor. My panties followed.
His forefinger moved up my spine, making my head fall back, our eyes meeting for the first time. His other hand rose, cupping my jaw. "That's a good look on you, Callie," he said, his thumb stroking over my parted lips. "Even better knowing I put it there," he said before his head ducked and his lips sealed over mine.
I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue slid forward to claim mine. His fingers worked the clasps to my bra, freeing them. His hand moved from my jaw and they both went to my shoulders, grabbing my straps, and pushing them down. I arched backward slightly so the material could fall. His arms folded across my back, pulling my body flush to his. I moaned as my hardened nipples met his warm skin, his chest hair tickling the sensitive flesh. He made a low, growling sound in response as his tongue retreated and his lips claimed mine again, harder, hungrier.
Then he was moving forward across the floor, moving me backward until my legs met the foot of his bed. His hands moved down to my hips, pushing until I sat at the edge of the bed, making our lips lose each other. When my heavy-lidded eyes opened, I found his equally heavy, needy.
My hands moved up his thighs then across his lower stomach, marveling at the way the muscles tensed under my fingers as I traced down the small line of dark hair that disappeared into his pants. My fingers went to his button and zip, freeing them, then grabbing the material and dragging it down, finding out something I never knew about Adam before. And I had thought I knew just about everything.
Adam wasn't a boxers man.
Or a briefs man.
Or even a boxer briefs man.
Adam went commando.
I heard my air suck in as his cock came into view- hard, straining, thick, and more perfect than I had imagined.
My hands slid up his thighs as I leaned forward, wanting more than I had ever wanted such a thing before, to taste the desire slick on the head. My tongue moved over the hard, but impossibly smooth skin as Adam's breath hissed out of him, his hand landing on the back of my head as my lips closed around him and took him inside my mouth, sucking hard, taking him as deep as I could, feeling my sex clench at the idea of him moving inside me.
"Fuck," he growled as I worked him slowly, wanting to catalog every groan, exhale, inhale, the feel of his hand curling in my hair, the way his cock got even harder in my mouth as I worked him. "Okay, enough," he said, both amused and turned on as his hand grabbed my hair and pulled me backward by it.
I looked up at him, smiling slightly as his hands reached up to the top of my head, freeing what was left of my bun to let my hair loose around my shoulders. He reached for my glasses next, knowing I didn't need them for close-up, and tossing them in the direction of the nightstand. They missed, clattering carelessly to the floor. I could not have cared less as his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of my body, his arm moving across my back and lifting me, scooting me back toward the center of the bed as he climbed on as well.
I moved onto my back as his body lowered down. But not on top of me. His arms planted by my knees and I felt his lips press a kiss on the inside of my left ankle, then slowly move a path upward, over my calf, the inside of my knee, my thigh, then in.
I moaned loudly as his lips closed unexpectedly around my clit, sucking hard for a long moment before releasing me so he could continue to kiss up the center of my stomach then between my breasts where he paused for a second before his mouth closed over my nipple. His tongue worked over the hardened bud, making my back arch off the mattress as my arms went around him, my fingers digging into the skin of his back. His teeth bit in next, making me let out a half-cry, half-moan at the pain-pleasure mix. His head moved across my chest and gave my other nipple the same sweet torment as my thighs tightened around the sides of his hips, needing more than I had ever needed anything to feel him inside me.
Desire was to the point of pain before I finally felt his body press down onto mine.
His head ducked, his eyes closed tight for a long moment as he took a deep breath. His eyes opened slowly, hazy, as heavy as my own felt. "Perfect," he murmured as his weight shifted to one arm, the other reaching into the nightstand and retrieving a condom, then making short work of protecting us before moving down on me again.
His hips shifted to the side slightly and I felt his cock press against my cleft, the head pressing down into my clit and I sighed out the realization that he was right.
It was perfect.
His lips claimed mine for a second as his hips shifted again and I felt his cock press into my opening.
"I want to watch," he said when I grumbled at the loss of his kiss.
Then, with that, he pressed slowly inside me, so slowly that I felt each inch spread me, fill me, until he was fully inside, my walls tightening around him as my legs folded across his lower back.
And as I looked up into his eyes with him inside me like I had dreamed about for years, that warm, swelling feeling in my chest spread until there was no denying what it was anymore.
Love.
I was still in love with him.
"Fucking years," he murmured as he started to slowly, so slowly, rock in and out of me. "Thinking about this," he added. "Nothing came close to the reality."
Too overwhelmed with both need and emotion, I couldn't find the words to tell him I felt the same way, I pulled him down toward me and claimed his lips as his thrusts got a little faster, a little harder.
My body, long untouched and never more present than right then, drove upward fast, until every inch of my body was tense, poised for the climax.
Adam pushed up, again wanting to watch.
"Let go, Pip," he said, his voice a deep, low sound that shivered through me. "I have you," he said and with that, I shattered. The orgasm moved through my core, a fast, frantic, deep throbbing, that moved outward until it felt like it overtook my whole system.
"Adam," I cried when my breath came back.
He rocked into me deep, his body tensing, growling out my name as he came with me.
His body went down on mine after, his head buried in my neck, his warm breath on my skin, making me shiver as I held onto him tight, slight aftershocks coursing through me.
I felt tears sting at the backs of my eyes and blinked them back frantically, not wanting to allow that show of vulnerability. I was exposed enough.
He pushed up a long time later, his eyes a little awestruck as he looked over my face. His hand moved out to trace down my cheek for a second before he leaned down, kissing me slow and deep as he gently slid out of me.
Then I lost him completely as he moved off the bed and toward the bathroom, half-closing the door.
My body, weighted from the orgasm, fought me as I got off the bed, fetched my panties and sweatshirt and slid them on before quickly scurrying back to the bed.
Adam came out a long couple of minutes later, still beautifully, perfectly stark naked. His head cocked to the side, a smile tugging at his lips, as he looked me over. He made no move for his clothes and he came back toward me, climbing up on the bed, moving onto his side, and pulling me onto mine, his arm
s pulling me tight against him.
We said nothing.
Me, because there was nothing I could say.
You didn't tell a man who you hadn't seen in six years, directly after having sex for the first time, that you realized you were still hopelessly in love with him. With an emphasis on the hopeless.
I might not have been an expert on men, but I knew that pesky 'l' word was one surefire way to make a man jump out of your bed like you set his chest hair ablaze.
I had no idea how long we stayed like that.
Time seemed to stand still and slow down and speed up all at once, disorienting me as Adam's fingers moved over me, touching me everywhere, like he was trying to memorize every inch, like he was trying to find each tickle spot and each hot spot, like he had all the time in the world to learn all the secrets my body had to offer.
But then, some indeterminate time later, Adam's phone let out a shrill ring. We both completely ignored it as it went to voicemail. But then it started up again, making Adam let out a grumble as he released me, rolled off the bed, and went in search for his pants that he dragged up his legs as he answered, blocking half of his amazing body from view. I moved my attention to the muscles of his abdomen and chest then, lazily contended, dreamily happy to soak up every inch of a lover's body.
"Hey Amy."
Her name was like the blare of a alarm clock waking you out of a perfect dream.
I started, my head snapping up to find him watching me, like he had been watching me watch him. He gave me a ghost of a smile as he listened to whatever Amy said.
"Yeah. Alright. Yeah, Amy. Got it," he said, his voice a bit more impatient, more sharp than it usually was, like whatever she was saying was wearing on his nerves. "I said alright, Amy. We'll be back in ten."
I felt disappointment like a full-body wound as I climbed out of the bed, accepting that our little moment was gone, knowing down to my bones that we would never really get it again.
I slipped on my pants and put my bra on under my sweatshirt in complete silence.
Adam got into his shirt and shoes and grabbed my glasses, also in silence.
There was nothing to say.
As we walked toward the front door, my eyes went toward the library, feeling the sting of tears again and ducking my head as I walked onto the porch, not wanting him to see.
Nothing was said as we drove back to my parents'.
And nothing was said during dinner.
And nothing was said as we all went to bed.
He didn't wake me up.
And he didn't climb in with me at any point.
Because, fact of the matter was, my flight was leaving late the next morning.
What we had was done.
There was no use dragging it out, making it more painful than it had to be.
I was both incredibly grateful for and bone-achingly pained by that.
NINE
Callie
A finger traced down my nose, snapping me fully awake the second it touched between my brows, knowing that sensation anywhere as if I woke up to it every night of my life.
"Adam?" I asked, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.
"It's six," he told me, explaining why I still felt exhausted, his hand stroking my hair behind my ear. "You have to leave in two hours," he reminded me and I felt my heart start to shrink down in my chest.
"I know," I agreed, taking a slow, deep breath.
"I could let you go back to sleep," he said, his hand sliding down my side, his fingertips tracing the side of my breast, making them immediately feel heavy, my nipples hardening in anticipation of more. "Or," he went on, his fingers moving across my belly then down my thigh, sneaking in at the knee and going upward.
"Or?" I prompted, my voice already breathy.
My body, apparently, wasn't overly concerned about the heart slipping down sizes in my chest because every inch of me felt poised for his touch.
"Or I can take about an hour and a half of that and give you..." he mused for a moment, "three or four solid orgasms and you can catch up on sleep on the flight. Up to you," he said, dipping his head and kissing up my neck.
Really, there was no choice.
Even though my brain knew it was smarter to leave the memory of us in his bedroom in his perfect house, to let it be a clean break, I knew there was no way I was going to push him away.
"I think I'll go with option two," I said, letting out a laugh/shriek hybrid as his hands grabbed my waist and rolled so he was on his back and I was fully on his chest.
"Smart girl," he said as I pushed up, looking down at him, not even trying to hold back the smile I felt. His hands reached up, pushing my hair behind my ears, smiling back.
"I did graduate top of my class," I laughed.
"And if I recall correctly, you refused to be valedictorian because you didn't want to give a speech."
"Mom was so ticked," I recalled.
"I should have been here for your graduation," he said, eyes a little sad. "You were there for all my things. From graduation to awards ceremonies to all my games."
"You were doing an internship," I said, shrugging.
"Shitty excuse."
"But a valid one," I countered. "I missed six Thanksgiving dinners for work."
"True," he said as his hands slid down and grabbed my ass, slapping it hard once. "Just think, this could have happened six years ago."
I was pretty sure my heart was just a speck of dust in my chest right about then.
Because what if that was true?
What if I had lost six years because of some stupid work obligation? For, at first, temporary, stepping stone jobs. And, now, because of some company that didn't value its employees enough to make smart decisions and keep them employed.
"Hey," he said, brows drawing together. "Don't do that," he said, his finger pressing into the lines between my brows. "I don't like regret on your face, Pip," he said, his tone so earnest that I had to close my eyes for a second to hold it together. "You know what I like a hell of a lot more there?" he asked, tone going deliberately lighter.
"What?" I asked, swallowing back the last of my emotions and giving him what I hoped was a flirtatious smile.
"This," he said as his hand slipped down my ass and pressed between my thighs. "Yeah, much better," he said as I let out a low whimper, his finger brushing over my clit twice before pulling away completely. When I grumbled, his hands moved out to grab my knees, pulling them up and planting them beside his hips as he folded up, leaving me straddling his waist.
He didn't tease. He didn't make a show of it.
We were beyond that.
His hand snagged the hem of my shirt and dragged it up and off me, tossing it to the floor beside my bed.
His hands planted on my ribs on either side, the tips of his fingers brushing the sensitive undersides of my breasts. My nipples tightened, hardened in response.
"You're so sensitive," he said, leaning forward and biting my shoulder slightly, making me laugh as my hips dropped down. A gasp escaped me as his cock pressed against me, hard, straining, just a thin pair of pajama pants to hold it back.
His hands shifted upward, cupping my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling my nipples until my hips started grinding down against him, trying to get some relief from the clawing need inside. "Lift up," he instructed, hands sliding down my sides and snagging the material of my pants and panties.
I lifted my hips and he slid the material down, letting me work each leg out, leaving me naked above him.
His hand moved inward and one finger slid inside me quickly, making my walls tighten around him with need. He thrust lazily for a minute, driving me up, before I lost his finger.
He reached toward my nightstand where a condom was sitting and quickly pulled out his cock and protected us.
"Take me in, honey," he said, his voice low and needy.
I put a hand on his shoulder and slowly lowered myself down onto him, feeling him fill me inch by inch. His eyes we
re on mine the whole time, getting smaller as he slid deeper. His hand moved up, touching the side of my face as I gently started moving against him, too needy to drag it out.
He lowered himself flat on the mattress, his hands resting on my hips, my hands resting on his arms.
"Ride me, Callie," he demanded and I realized I had been still, looking down at him, trying to memorize the look on his face when he was buried inside me.
With that, I started moving my hips, feeling him slide in and out of me, driving me upward fast. It wasn't long before the need for release overwhelmed my urge to keep it slow and sweet and passionate, before I was riding him hard and fast, my head thrown back, my teeth biting hard into my lower lip to keep from crying out.
"Fuck, baby," he growled as I planted my arms beside his chest, moving down over him, burying my face in his neck, my lips pressed into his skin as my whimpers built to moans, trying to stifle them.
His hips started thrusting up into me as I kept riding him, pushing me up harder, faster, until I felt my walls tightening to the point of it almost being painful.
"Come for me," Adam demanded, thrusting harder up into me, one hand on my hip, the other at the back of my skull. "Come," he demanded again as his cock slammed impossibly deep, making me crash hard, crying out his name into his neck as my body shook through the powerful orgasm.
He never stopped thrusting though, dragging it out for me, and somehow starting to drive me back upward again. As soon as he felt the switch, he knifed up, throwing me back down onto my back and sitting back on his heels. He grabbed my legs, pushing my knees back into my chest and settling my silly TARDIS-sock-clad feet onto his chest. He looked down, as if seeing them for the first time, and smiled big, his finger stroking over the side of my foot. "Never change, Pip," he said warmly as his cock slammed inside me, hard.
My head fell back and my mouth opened to let out a loud moan, too far gone to think about the consequences of that. But Adam's hand slammed down onto my mouth and stayed there as he started thrusting into me- fast, hard, unrelenting, not giving me the chance to even pull in a proper breath as I felt myself climb toward an orgasm faster than I knew was possible.
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