And again.
My own arousal is building to a fever pitch. Every drag against him sends a jolt of pleasure through me. My clit is throbbing, a needy, insistent pulse.
I am so close.
I am so lost.
I break the kiss, my head dropping to his shoulder as I grind against him, seeking the friction I so desperately need.
"That's it, baby, take what you need," he murmurs, his hands tightening on my hips, helping me move. "Make yourself come with my cock. Just like that."
The words, the raw, filthy praise in that low, controlled voice of his, are really doing it for me, which shocks me. I've never been one for dirty talk.
But this is different.
This is Adrian. Everything has been different with Adrian so far. Why not this?
I can feel the tension low in my belly, pulling tighter and tighter with each movement. My movements become more frantic, my breath hitching.
"Adrian," I gasp. "I'm... I'm..."
"Your pussy feels so good, Cat. So wet. So hot." His voice is low and deep, like velvet against my skin. "I can't wait to be inside you, but right now, I want to feel your clit rub against me until you come all over my cock. I want to feel you soak me with that sweet cunt."
A string of Italian leaves my lips, my body arching as the pleasure crests and breaks. My orgasm washes over me in a wave so intense I can't breathe. I bury my face in his neck to muffle my cries as my body trembles and shudders.
He holds me through it, his hands stroking my back, murmuring soft words of praise.
When I finally float back down, I am boneless, my limbs heavy.
I lift my head and look at him.
His eyes are dark, his expression a mixture of awe and raw, naked hunger.
"Okay?" he asks, his voice a little rough.
I nod, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across my face. "Very okay."
"Good," he says, running his fingers through my hair, pressing my face to his chest at the same time. I nuzzle him, taking a moment just to breathe. His scent is clean, male, and uniquely Adrian. His heartbeat is a steady, reassuring thrum against my ear.
For a few minutes, we just lie there, the silence between us comfortable, intimate.
My body is still humming with pleasure, but the urgency has receded, replaced by a softer, more tender ache.
I want this man.
I want him in a way I have never wanted anyone before.
I'm not nearly done with him yet.
Chapter Twenty Three
Adrian
Her breathing evens out against my chest, warm and steady. She is soft and trusting in my arms. Her weight is a comforting pressure, a grounding presence in a world that has felt tilted off its axis for days.
The aftershocks of her pleasure still ripple through her, and I feel a primal surge of satisfaction. I gave her that. I took the fear and the trauma and the confusion of the last few days, and for a few minutes, I replaced it with mindless bliss.
My side is a dull, throbbing ache, a reminder of my limits. But with her here, it feels distant, unimportant.
