"Are you sure about that?" she smiled.
He looked around—he was pretty sure that Gisela was returning for round two—right?
Cressida batted her eyes at him, "Well—we will have to see if that's true tonight..." she slipped off of him completely. She turned and walked away—giving him a seductive wink.
What did she mean by that?
Adrian got a feeling that Cressida was more conniving than she led on—and he wondered for a moment what tricks were up her sleeve.
As she sauntered away, she called to him, "If you find your date doesn't show—you know where my room is."
The words chilled him a little—what had she done?
Adrian took a step back and turned back down the hall. He was riddled with a suspicious curiosity.
But, he tried to shake himself free of it—as soon as he saw Veronica's door appear in his vision, down the hall. His nerves returned to him, he pulled out his phone—remembering that he was going to confirm with Megan. But, then the door to Veronica's office opened.
Brian stepped out of her office, shrugging on his pants.
Adrian stopped short and ducked into the nearest hallway—Brian didn't see him.
Adrian's heart pounded in his chest as he heard Brian's footsteps walk towards him. He looked around, and slipped behind a small machine for ice, pushing himself into the corner.
He heard Brian's steps walk by—he was whistling.
Adrian felt anger burn within him—and he stepped out carefully to watch Brian walk away, with practically a hop in his step. Adrian felt jealousy build within him—had Brian been with Veronica?
Adrian turned back to her open door, and he rushed through the hall towards it. As soon as he stepped up to the door, he froze. He held his hand in midair, ready to push the door open.
What if he had been right all along—what if she hadn't wanted Adrian from the beginning?
He gulped—the feeling punched him in the gut. Then, he heard the sound of water rushing. Veronica was at her sick—and the sound of water was followed by gags and coughs, like she was throwing up.
Adrian felt the need to check on her, overpower his insecurity. He walked into the room.
His heart fell—it smelled like sex— the kind of air that mingled with sweat and saliva.
She was in the small bathroom—joining to her office door, a private restroom. The door was closed and he heard her definitely this time—she was throwing up. The sink turned on and then back off. Then, he heard her voice—she was talking to herself.
"I'm OK—I made it through—I'm fine," she spoke softly.
Adrian's stomach tightened—she didn't sound like a woman who had experienced the joys of sex. She sounded ragged and worn—not like the woman who had moaned lustfully in his arms. The hairs on his neck stood.
She opened the door and walked out into her office.
Adrian stood there—speechless.
Veronica caught sight of him and gasped, jumping backwards.
"Holy hell—" she placed her hand over her heart, "you scared the crap out of me."
Adrian looked at her, not sure what to say—he didn't know how to explain his reason to be here. This small office smelled hot and sweaty and it suddenly felt claustrophobic. He didn't even remember why he came to her door.
But, then his eyes caught the hem of her skirt—it was torn wide open.
Jealousy blared through him— he felt his hands ball into fists, "What the hell happened?"
Instantly, his body tensed and a hundred thoughts flashed through him—Brian's stupid whistle, Veronica throwing up, and now her open skirt.
Veronica looked down to her skirt, her mouth falling open— "I—It was an accident—" her eyes were wide and she stumbled over her words.
She was lying—he could tell. Pain burned through him.
How could I be so stupid?
Of course, Veronica had a right to give up her virginity to Brian—but, Brian wasn't worth her.
"He doesn't deserve you—" Adrian turned to go, "and he doesn't deserve your virginity either." He couldn't handle it—he turned and ran back through the hall.
Veronica called after him, telling him to stop.
But, he sprinted—surprised at himself, he just wanted to get as far away as he could.
Adrian felt trapped—he was stuck on this stupid boat. He ran until his breath hurt his lungs. He had no idea what had possessed him—but, he felt like a mad man. He ran past the dining room—wondering if Cressida or Gisela was waiting for him. He ran past the pool and the open deck and finally he made it to his room.
His body guard wasn't there—he was probably waiting for him at dinner.
Adrian slumped into his room—slamming the door and wandering into his room, lost.
The room was dark, and he looked out onto the open ocean—taking in the shine of the moonlight—it felt painfully beautiful.
Suddenly, he heard his door open—fuck, he forgot to lock it.
"I'm not in the mood right now Meg—" he figured she would have the audacity to open his door.
The door closed and locked quietly. He looked up—surprised to see her familiar silhouette.
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She closed the door behind her—the room was pitch black, except for the glow of the moon coming in.
She locked it—Adrian hadn't given her a chance to explain—she wanted to tell him.
Veronica stepped forward, feeling the rip on her skirt—feeling exposed more than usual.
"You ran before I could tell you..." she whispered.
Adrian stood up, bracing himself—he looked away from her, "Look—you don't have to tell me anything—really—I just, didn't want to interrupt you know?"
Even in the moonlight, she could see a confused look on his face—as if he didn't know what to say, or perhaps—he didn't know what to feel. Her heart ached. She wondered if the Prince had ever felt betrayal, longing, maybe even jealousy.
Her walls were crumbling within her—she wanted to close the gap between them. Why had she even resisted? She wanted him so badly.
She felt like fool—she'd been trying to keep everything together—only to have faced a man she didn't want, knowing she wanted someone else.
She took another step and he backed away—trying to keep their distance.
"You did walk in on something—" she reached out, he was a feet away, "I didn't know you were out there—but, still—it wasn't something I wanted you to see."
He turned away from her, closing the small distance to the window, looking out at the ocean, "Veronica—please don't explain—"
"No—" she wouldn't back down now, "as you know—I have a past that's following me, and Brian found that out today...he didn't know—I hoped he wouldn't find out."
Adrian looked back at her, listening to her words.
She continued, "When he came in, well—he knows that I need him—" a blush hit her cheeks, "I mean financially—and he so he wanted me in exchange."
Adrian turned around to face her—his mouth was slightly open, surprised. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to each word.
Veronica looked down to her skirt, "He tried—but—I didn't let him."
Adrian looked down to her skirt, "You mean you didn't have sex with him?"
Veronica nodded, "I tricked him—but, I had to please him in another way...Adrian—please believe me when I say that I didn't want it—I didn't want him on me."
Adrian took a breath—she could see his eyes in the moonlight, they looked from the skirt back to her face. His hand reached out to her, but then pulled back.
"Why are you telling this, Veronica?"
Her heart fluttered—she knew what she wanted to say, but she let her body do the work.
Veronica closed the gap between them, walking up to him until their bodies touched—Adrian backed up on instinct, pressing against the glass windows. She stared into his green eyes, they looked deeper in the darkness of the room.
He stared at her—hi
s eyes taking in her closeness, her face. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips. She pushed herself against him—wrapping her arms around his neck.
He inhaled, and then his arms wound around her—pulling her into a tight embrace.
Veronica's head swam—this was the affection she wanted from Adrian, this was the closeness she craved from him. Even if tomorrow, he changed his mind—she knew what she wanted right now. Veronica broke their kiss, pulling at his waistband.
"I'm telling you this—because it's you I want," her breath came out in a breathy whisper, "I want you Adrian."
He heard a groan from within his chest, and then he swept her into his arms, in an instant. He kissed her with fierceness. He took the few steps to the bed and then placed her down on it gently.
He kissed her on her lips and their mouths clung to each other—finally giving in to their attraction. She felt like she was completely letting go. His mouth explored her skin, his lips rushed over her cheeks, her eyes, and down to her neck. One hand clutched at her waist, brining her hips against his. The other hand held her wrist down to the table, like a prisoner—but, she didn't need that to keep her under him.
His body was electric—everywhere he pressed against her, sent her chills. His hands explored her body—and they groped her breast, her waist, and pulled at her hair.
She was breathing fast now—the heat rushing in between her legs. Her body recalled his touch in the market—how hard he had made her come. Her hips naturally pushed themselves against his, slowly pushing back at him. He moaned like the feeling of her hips pained him. He looked down at their hips, slowly pushing against each other, he pulled her waist closer—she could feel his hard package against her.
It felt great against her hip, the words slipped from her mouth, "God you're so much bigger."
Her eyes opened wide as she met his stare—he chuckled, "Are you new to this?"
He bent down and sucked at the nape of her neck, sending an electric shock to her pussy.
"Because" his voice was husky, "you sure know how to turn me on."
She smiled—happy to know that his words thrilled her. She bit her lip, in anticipation of her sweet release. He let go of her body and sat up, straddling her—he pulled off his cabana shirt and then reached down to her skirt.
His fingers pushed through the open rip—his warm touch instantly sending waves of heat into her body. She moaned at his touch.
He looked down at her, admiring her squirm under him, "Fuck—you're so hot."
His hands found their way up her skirt and lingered on her buttons. With one pull, he ripped the shirt open—exposing her pink bra.
He licked his lips and bent down into her breasts, pulling them out of the bra with his lips. His mouth on her breasts sent a fire through her, he sucked on them—sending her hips pushing against him harder. The ache in her body was pulling her apart. His hands wrapped down her waist, and finally reached her skirt.
She looked down at him, he looked up—his green shining like a cat's in the darkness. Her breath picked up faster.
This is it—
But it wasn't a choice anymore—she knew what she needed—this was worth it. He smiled, his face lowering towards her belly, as if he could read her mind. He sat back up and with his hands tore through the rest of the skirt.
She laughed—feeling the rush of air run over her bare skin and her panties. He smiled wickedly.
He pulled off her panties and pulled off his shorts before she could reach him. With a quick swoop he lifted her up and he switched places with her—setting her on top of his thighs.
She stared at his huge cock—it stood straight in front of her, throbbing and thick. She wanted it in her mouth, she wanted it everywhere. Her womanhood throbbed like a heartbeat—aching for him.
"Do I sit on you?" her wet opening called for his dick, she felt she knew where to go from here.
He smiled, "Yeah—this will feel better for you than any other position—trust me." His hands grabbed onto her hips and she lifted them up—her body doing what it wanted. He placed her above his dick. She looked into his eyes, he was already gazing at her.
He smiled widely, "Ready?"
She licked her lips, "Finally..." she pushed herself down onto his shaft.
When he entered, they moaned at once—gasping from their warmth and tightness. He pushed into her, his girth feeling like more than she could handle. But, she loved it. Her pussy swallowed him in—expanding to fit him. Adrian groaned and closed his eyes, as he pushed into her further.
Then, she felt something—it was like he hit a wall.
Adrian threw his head back to stare into her eyes, and then he pushed himself further.
A wave of painful pleasure ran through her body at once, and she heard a pop within her.
"Oh my god," she cried aloud—her body felt like it was on fire, electric, and exploding.
"Fuck—" Adrian breathed, grinning from ear to ear, "you feel amazing."
His hips pushed further into her, finding a rhythm that beat within her, making her body clench and heat up.
Veronica never knew it would feel so good—amazing, in fact. Her hips bucked against him, riding him harder and harder.
She was a changed woman.
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He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't have thought this would happen after watching Brian escape from Veronica's room. He had been seething with jealousy only minutes before.
And now, he held onto Veronica's hips—and she bucked on top of him, moaning in pleasure. He watched in fascination as the woman threw back her head and closed her eyes, feeling his cock inside of her—she licked her lips with a moan.
"Fuck," Adrian's own body responded to her—every time she moaned, his cock enlarged—wanting to go deeper and deeper. He wanted all of her body and she rode him just the same. Veronica's breasts hung outside of her bra and his wandering hands left her hips to grab onto her breasts—her nipples hardened at his touch.
His balls were pulsing into his body—her moans were getting louder, and he wanted to see her come before he did. He stopped his hips from thrusting into her. She looked down at him with confused disappointment.
He chuckled and sat up, his dick pushing against her in a different way. She let out a soft cry. He swiftly pulled her down to the bed and he climbed on top of her.
She looked up at him with large doe-like eyes. He grabbed her by the hips and he slid inside her again. She moaned and he began to thrust into her quickly—he wanted to feel her orgasm—before his own body crumbled by listening to her pleasures. He reached down and placed his fingers gently on her mound, rubbing as he thrust into her—her eyes opened in surprise, her mouth a small O.
She gasped—and she placed her hands onto the bed, pushing herself against him harder—he watched her face in fascination—her expression was pure desire and the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling for the first time. He grinned—his dick still vibrated with the feeling of popping her inside. She looked into his eyes, her dark eyes like the night time sky. His thrusts went frantic, as he leaned his forehead against her—pushing himself completely inside over and over. They locked their gaze, and Veronica's face blushed as she cried out his name.
He couldn't help it, he wanted to see her, "Come for me, Veronica."
He could tell the words rippled through her.
"Yes sir—" she breathed and then her body clenched as she screamed, "My god—Adrian!"
Her body orgasmed under him. His own body reacted instantly—watching her body throb, watching her bite her lip as the orgasm rode through her. He came hard into her—his body exploding with stars in his eyes.
"Fuck—Veronica," he groaned, as he let his head fall into the nape of her neck. He felt like a wave washed over him—sucking out all his energy.
He collapsed on top of her—her chest rising and falling quickly under him. He took several deep breaths—feeling their bodies stick to each other with sweat. Suddenly,
he felt her laughter. He propped himself onto his elbows, eying her. She giggled—looking into his eyes, her arms wrapped around his body—as she shivered with delight. Her body was hot.
"I didn't know it could feel so good," she giggled.
He slipped himself out of her, smiling— "Thinking you should have done it sooner?"
She shook her head, "No way—it wouldn't be the same without you." He felt his cheeks get hot—he liked that.
"Thanks," he said, looking into her eyes—he leaned down and kissed her. His lips swept onto hers, tasting her sweet lips. She hummed underneath him.
He pushed himself to the side, and pulled her into his arms. She fit perfectly there. She turned her head into his shoulder, and as he gazed at her, he realized that her eyes lids were drooping—the orgasm tired her out.
He smiled, and pushed a hair from her face. He liked this—he liked her, all of her.
His body thrummed alive still—he enjoyed all of it—and he would like to do it again and again with her.
The thought took him by surprise.
Suddenly, a new feeling washed over him—he realized it. He looked down at himself, naked and wrapping his arms around this voluptuous and beautiful woman, their legs intertwined. He held her close.
He felt fear—because, Adrian realized it was too late. He had gone far too deep.
And, now what was he supposed to do—how was he supposed to leave her behind?
She fell asleep in his arms—and he watched her drift into a comfortable sleep. His emotions weren't so clear now. Every possible situation ran through his head. He gently slipped her out of his arms, and laid her down on the bed—she slept soundly. He got up from the bed and crept towards his phone on the table.
He felt a pang of guilt—he had done so much to her already. He needed to do this, too.
He picked up his phone and finally replied to Meg.
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