Page 44 of Adam’s Obsession

“I asked him…” she said again, breathless and half crazedwith wanting. She tightened around him, making him want to thrust deeper, togrind her pelvis, her labia, her clit, against the hard surface of his pubisuntil she whimpered and shivered.

“Tell me.”

“I asked him to tie me up.”

Aroused beyond bearing, Adam came. He roared as a wave oftriumph crashed over him, as his cum exploded in ragged jerks into her pussy,flooding her with his cream. She milked him, coming herself in massive,cathartic sobs that racked her frame.

As he returned to himself, he held her, still quivering andtwitching in the aftermath of ecstasy. He held her and whispered sweet nothingsinto her ear, peppered her with tender kisses and wiped away her tears. Then hepulled back and met her eyes with a smile. “I knew it,” he murmured exultantly.

And he had.

They slept in a tangle of warm limbs.

Katherine was the first to awake but she didn’t rise. Shecouldn’t bring herself to disengage from such heaven. For what? Breakfast?

Not a chance.

With a satisfied smile, she nuzzled deeper and Adam, with asleepy snort, tugged her closer.

How delightful, she thought. How delightful it hadall been.

She loved his masterful demeanor in their lovemaking. Andshe loved that he’d allowed her to take the lead as well. She loved that hehadn’t laughed at her silly fantasy to be tied up. She’d seen it in a movieonce—a pirate movie—and somewhere in her adolescent mind, the fantasy hadnested and later bloomed. Her husband Greg had been a methodical man. Theirlovemaking had been a by-the-book proposition. Though she’d suggested tryingnew things, he hadn’t been interested.

She’d met Stu shortly after the divorce. She’d found himattractive and, thinking herself savvy and sexually adventurous—not to mentionfootloose and fancy-free—she’d responded to his advances. It had been anunmitigated disaster.

After that debacle, Katherine had decided to avoiddating—hence her forays onto the internet. And Adam.

She glanced up and found he was awake. His beautiful blueeyes were fixed on her face.

He smiled. “Good morning, you.” He leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmph.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Morning breath.”

He resolutely removed her hand and pressed his lips to hers.He nuzzled her mouth. His tongue swept in to explore with tantalizing licks.

“I love the way you taste. Love the way you smell.” Henested his nose in her neck and nibbled there until she started to grunt andgroan in pleasure.

“Adam,” she breathed. “Stop it.”

He lifted his head and gazed at her. “Do you really want me tostop?”

She traced his lips with her fingertip. “No. But we need totalk.”

With a groan, he flopped back down onto the bed. “Oh no. Notthe we-have-to-talk talk.”

“Well, we do.” This was serious. “Tomorrow we have to goback home.”

“Don’t remind me.” He pulled the covers over his head.

“Adam, we have to talk about this.”

He poked out his head and studied her. “Yes,” he said atlast. “But can’t it at least wait until we’ve had breakfast?”

Her stomach rumbled at just that moment and they bothlaughed. He threw back the covers, revealing his exquisitely muscled form.

“I’ll call room service,” he said, padding naked into thehall.

And she was left with the vision of his defined and dimpledass burned into her mind’s eye, realizing with wonder that the sudden risinghunger wasn’t for food at all.