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“Can you hear me, Adaline?”
“Yes, as long as you keep your voice slow and low, I can hear you,” she replied bringing her ankles together.
“You have thirty seconds, make yourself come,” I told her, raising my watch to count the seconds.
She didn’t hesitate. Adaline’s knees parted, and her fingers dipped into her pussy. She didn’t need to expose her clit, the position of her legs showed me everything. Quick, anticlockwise circles with her fingers had her pelvis tilted higher. One hand on her breasts and her neck stretched back. Within twenty seconds she was panting and calling my name in a low moan. I reached between her thighs and pushed my little finger inside her. I wanted to feel her spasms but not interrupt her rhythm. I felt the first wave and retreated. Adaline called out my name as an expletive, straining her neck as she rode out her high. I had undressed while she was getting hot and bothered and slipped on a condom.
“Turn over and kneel on all fours,” I asked.
She didn’t hesitate, I couldn’t believe I experienced two fantasies in one tonight. She rested on her elbows and looked over her shoulder. Her intense stare got me hard as iron. Kneeling up behind her, I stroked the curve of her bottom cheek with my hand. She looked away, dropping her head. I toyed with her puckered hole for a few moments with the tip of my cock. One day I would take her that way too, but not tonight. This as our last night together before she went to Hong Kong. I would make it the best night for both of us.
Adaline pushed her bottom back, urging me to get started. I took her hip in one hand and positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing in a tiny bit. Once I was steady, I reached forward and grabbed her hair, bunching it together in one long ponytail. Once I had all her mane in one hand, I twisted it around my wrist until I had her firmly in place. I’d slipped all the way into her body while I played with her hair. Now I had one hand on her mane and one on her hip. Slowly and steadily, I pulled out until I could see the start of my purple head. I thrust as hard as I could back inside. Adaline called out and gripped the iron post of the bed head. She widened her thighs and raised her bottom a little higher. I risked a repeat to see if she pulled away.
“Again, harder, and keep going,” she said when I paused a second time.
I didn’t need telling twice. I slammed into Adaline’s body over and over, her arse cheeks were growing red from my hips slapping her skin. The noise was the most amazing sound. It brought out my caveman persona. The primal need to fuck Adaline made me want to roar like a bear. I would explode in less than ten seconds, and Adaline knew it. She rested on one arm as her other hand played with her clit. Our groans were in sync. I came first, dropping her hair and gripping her hips while I stayed buried deep inside her warm core. I wanted to feel every wave and spasm of her second orgasm. I wanted my cock strangled for a second or two with the sensation of being gripped hard. It was the best feeling in the world.
I collapsed to her side. She moved to face me, cupping my cheek.
“I love you,” she said.
Callum
Adaline had been gone for twenty-four hours. After she had told me she loved me, I wouldn’t let her get out of bed until the very last moment she needed to finish packing. We showered together, and I then drove her to the airport. I offered to go with her to Hong Kong when we’d stopped at the departure gate, but she insisted that she would be okay. This wasn’t her first overseas deal. Her fierce independence was sexy, buy I still wanted to go with her. My admiration for her ability to cope with her hearing loss, I couldn’t begin to imagine what it was like for her. Reluctantly, I watched her go through the security doors of departures, and I took the long drive home. I had no one to cook for that evening, so I insisted that Scottie and Felicity came round for dinner.
Buster trotted around my flat looking for Adaline, he looked at me and then walked around to her flat, coming back a few minutes later. I’d opened her doors to let Buster get used to the layout of both homes. The lady from the dog charity came by to see how Buster was settling in and we tested him with the doorbell. It was only at that point I realised that Adaline didn’t have a doorbell. It seemed obvious now that I knew.
Scottie had washed up, and Felicity had brought in the coffee when I sighed for the fiftieth time in the last hour.
“What’s wrong with you? You’re behaving like a lovesick puppy,” Scottie said.
We were planning to watch a film, but I wasn’t in the mood. I hadn’t heard from Adaline for the last few hours, and I was worried. Earlier, Scottie and I investigated the garage in the back yard and found her sports car. It was a beauty, it matched Adaline’s style and sophistication. It looked like it hadn’t been driven in a few years. Someone had gone to the trouble of protecting the car, knowing it wouldn’t be driven. When we snooped in the boot, we were shocked by the amount of trophies stuffed into the small space. Large and small, gold and silver. The multi coloured ribbons displayed varying versions of first place or champion. At some stage, Adaline had won a lot of competitions and was now ashamed of the fact.
“I wonder what she’s doing?” I said, trying to focus on my friend’s company.
“Sleeping, probably, they are eight hours ahead of us,” Felicity muttered. She took a sip of her tea and gave me a woeful look.
Felicity had the floor plans of the new shop layout on her lap. In her new notebook, she scribbled notes after she examined different sections of the plans. Her laptop was to her right, she flicked through different websites far quicker than I could keep track of what she was looking at. Felicity was learning how to build a website for Adaline’s shop. She was training herself in graphic design as a surprise for Adaline.
“She’s not. Actually, she’s in the city in what looks like a shopping mall,” Scottie said.
“How the hell do you know where she is?” I said, standing to get ready for an argument. Why was she talking to Scottie and not me?
“Relax, I’m not talking to her, I have her phone on a tracker application,” he said, pleased with his announcement.
“What kind of tracker and why?”
His announcement instantly made me feel like a bad boyfriend. Why hadn’t I thought of tracking her phone?
“I was worried that she would be out of her depth out in Hong Kong. She knows how to lip-read English perfectly, but my mum said that lip reading foreign languages is difficult. I didn’t say that to Adaline, I didn’t want to scare her off.”
Now I felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, I should have talked to her about her lip reading skills. She so easily brushed aside any difficulties, and I believed her when she said she would be fine.
“Bloody hell, she’s over there on her own and can’t hear what people are saying. Now you’re telling me she won’t be able to lip read either?”
I was pacing the small living room, Buster was watching me move up and down the long room. After wearing a path into the rug Buster was lying on, he moved to his bed in the corner of the room.
“Yeah,” he said, drawing out the word and looking to Felicity for help.
