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Her response was a nod and a look filled with such trust that it almost took my breath away.
“Okay,” I murmured as I started to kiss her again, this time with a newfound sense of purpose. The taste and the feel of her beneath me stirred up an insatiable hunger, one that only she could satisfy. Her hands clung to me, moving down my back, each touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Our clothes were discarded, scattered haphazardly around the room. Adriana’s hands roamed over my bare skin, causing my breath to hitch. Every time her fingers traced over a scar of mine, I’d remember how it came to be and the horrors that accompanied it. But it was like she was banishing the darkness with every touch, filling old wounds with her light.
Beneath me, Adriana looked up at me with wide, trusting eyes. Her breath hitched when I pressed a kiss against her clavicle, moving lower to capture a nipple between my lips. She arched against me as I suckled gently, her hands fisting in my hair. The taste of her skin, the feel of her writhing under me, drove me crazy with need.
I moved lower still, pressing kisses along her stomach, stopping to press one against the slight bump that held our child. A swell of possessiveness washed over me at the thought and I realized how much I wanted this: Adriana, our child, a future.
With a gentle nudge of my fingers, she spread open for me. Her scent was intoxicating and my mouth watered in anticipation as I trailed soft kisses down her thighs.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I said. “You smell so fucking good.”
Her breath hitched at my words and I felt her anticipation rising. The moment we had been dancing around was finally here and I wanted to make it perfect for her. With a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, I looked up at her once more. “You okay?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip as if she was holding back some unsaid words. “Please.”
I smirked. I moved closer, my hands gently parting her further. She was beautiful in ways words could never do justice to, and in that moment, she was all mine. With a soft sigh that turned into a moan, I tasted her for the first time.
And God, she was delicious.
She was sweet and musky, a taste uniquely hers, and I reveled in it. Her hands were tangled in my hair now, her fingers gripping tightly, a silent encouragement that urged me on. Every gasp, every moan that fell from her lips was music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure crafted by the movement of my tongue.
I took my time with her, exploring every inch with soft licks and nips. Each reaction from her was noted and repeated: the hitch of her breath when I pressed harder on a spot, the arch of her back when I grazed my teeth gently against sensitive flesh. This wasn’t about rushing to the end; it was about mapping her body with my mouth, learning what drove her wild with need. I wanted to imprint every detail into my mind, to remember how she tasted, how she felt.
The wound from the gunshot wasn’t hurting as much anymore, but I had to be careful. It was the perfect excuse to just enjoy her.
Her hips bucked up against me once, twice before her body tensed. Her hands in my hair tugged hard, her breaths coming out in short gasps as she tried to pull me up.
But I wasn’t done yet.
If we were only doing this once, I needed to give her a lifetime of orgasms.
I moved one hand to her hip, holding her down as I continued my exploration, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves that made her squirm the most. She whimpered then, a sound that shot straight to my arousal. Her body was trembling, her legs clamping around my head as she neared release.
“Don’t…stop…” she managed to gasp out between breaths. I groaned against her at the sound of my name on her lips, my own desire mounting further.
But I wasn’t here for my satisfaction; it was about hers.
So I doubled my efforts, my tongue tracing patterns over her clit, pushing her higher and higher until she shattered around me. Her cry echoed through the room as pleasure ripped through her body, a sight so beautiful that it stole my breath away.
As her body came down from the cloud of euphoria, her chest heaved with every gasp for air. The sight of her, naked and satisfied underneath me was a memory I stored to live off in the coming days. I rested my chin on her abdomen, looking up to see her flushed face glowing with a post-orgasmic haze.
“Hi,” I said softly, tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“Hi,” she replied, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers stroked through my hair, gently untangling it. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
I laughed. “Yeah,” I said. “Just let me catch my breath first. If I fuck you right now, I’m just going to come straight away.”
She smiled. “Sounds terrible.”
Her voice was a teasing lilt filling the space between us and I grinned up at her. “Terrible for you, love. You wouldn’t get any of the fun.”
Adriana’s bright laugh echoed in the room, dispelling the tension that had taken hold of us earlier. It was refreshing–a far cry from the quiet, guarded woman who’d walked through the doors of this room last night.
“Well,” she drawled, her fingers dancing through my hair. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“Absolutely not,” I agreed, pressing another kiss against her stomach before pushing myself up to hover over her. The sight of her beneath me–flushed with pleasure and waiting for me–nearly undid all my resolve to take things slow.
