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Moving a hand from my hip, he trails up the curve of my ass, gripping it before continuing up my spine.
He gathers my hair in one hand, and gently pulls it back. Tilting my head to watch him.
“I need to see your face while I fuck you, angel.” He smirks, watching my lips part at his words. He rolls his hips on his next thrust, and a needy moan spills from my still parted lips. He rolls his hips the same way with each stroke, a smug smile on his lips as he watches me come undone, not caring about the volume of the sounds spilling from my mouth.
His name falls from my lips, a devilish grin curving them as I see the effect it has on him. His teeth gritting, he holds back his release. On the next moan of his name, his hips thrust into me at a punishing pace, pounding into me. Pleasure floods me, my lips parting once more, wiping the smug smirk right off my face.
The hand holding my hip slides to my core, swirling around my wet folds, until he finds my clit, my walls tightening at the pressure, and he rubs circles around my sensitive nub. My pleasure increases with each roll of his hips.
“Olivia,” he pants, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “Come for me, angel.”
His fingers circle my clit once more, bringing me to my climax. I moan his name, wanting his release to follow, my pussy tightening around him.
Groaning at the pleasure, the friction of my orgasm, he picks up his pace, fucking me through the waves of pleasure washing over my body. His hand moves back to my hip, pressing himself into me one last time, his release flooding me. I gasp as the sensation sends another orgasm surging through my body.
A languid heat rolls over me, relaxing my mind and my body. A content smile tugs at my lips as Adrian pulls me back into him, needing the contact as much as I do right now. His length is still half-hard inside me, which I don’t mind at all since I’m not wanting to lose the feel of him just yet. His lips trail warm, soft kisses up my shoulder and he tilts my chin up, lowering his lips onto mine. The kiss is tender. He takes his time as though we have all the time in the world to stay like this.
My body stiffens at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, my eyes popping open wide in shock. Adrian reluctantly pulls out of me, moving to get our clothes, before guiding me to the small bathroom at the back of the balcony.
A giggle escapes my lips as he shuts the door behind us, elation from what he just did to my body, mixing with the excitement at the thought of getting caught.
“You need to stop giggling like that, or else I’m going to have to fuck you up against this door next.” His eyes gleam in a silent challenge. He’s taunting me, wanting me to push him despite his words. To take me again in this restaurant with people just on the other side of this door.
I bite my lip, my pussy clenching with need again, apparently not satisfied with only one round with the gorgeous god. Maybe next time, he won’t use his powers, upping the stakes of our hurried lovemaking.
I almost give in to his goading, until I hear shouts filtering in from the other side of the door. The workers, apparently having found the aftermath of our after-dinner entertainment. The mood slips with the clattering of silverware.
He helps me quickly clean up before we slip our clothes back on. The simple task is seemingly impossible with the hungry looks we keep exchanging, with each subtle caress, each glimpse of longing. I should seriously win some sort of prize for being able to keep my hands off of him.
Once our clothes are finally in place, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his hard chest. I grip the lapels of his jacket, feeling the telltale signs of him dissipating.
“Shouldn’t we apologize?” I whisper harshly, looking at the door. Guilt twisting my stomach at the mess we left.
“Don’t you worry,” He smiles back at me and kisses the top of my head. “I gave him more than enough to make up for the inconvenience. Besides, you forget he got a show.” He winks at me, his words heating my cheeks, having forgotten about the waiter getting a front-row seat.
He leans his head down, lips claiming mine in a searing kiss as the feeling of weightlessness washes over me, taking us back home.
