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“So, men aren’t exactly swooping in to date me. And I’m definitely not going on an app to swipe right.”
“What about Jace?” he asks.
I look at the table. “Do you think Jace would do it on a table with me?” I ask.
I’m about to tell him Jace isn’t really my type, but he swoops me up and deposits me on top of the table right in front of him, my legs dangling off the side and his body pressed between them.
“The fact that you’re even thinking about Jace tells me that I’m not doing a very good job of keeping your attention,” he growls as he begins gently pulling my boots off and depositing them on the floor. My socks follow and then he reaches for the button of my jeans. His eyes meet mine in some sort of silent inquiry. I give the most imperceptible nod. He undoes my jeans and pulls them down my legs with my underwear. I bite my lip because right now, Adam Wellington looks like a Viking sex god as he pulls his shirt off and drags my ass to the edge of the table, placing each of my feet on the armrests of the chair.
“Would Jace do this?” he asks in a low gravelly voice as he leans in and runs his tongue up my slit. I’m propped up on my elbows watching him and it’s the single sexiest moment of my life. He looks carnal like he would literally eat me. He grabs the vibrator and breaks open the package as he continues to stare at me.
“No,” I whisper.
“Good answer because this,” he says running the vibrator over the sensitive skin where his tongue was, “is all mine.” And with that statement, his tongue joins alongside the vibrator as it inside me.
I let my head drop back onto the cold wood. A moment later, he pulls the vibrator away and unceremoniously drops it on the table.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” I cry as his lips seal around my clit and his fingers thrust inside me.
He doesn’t, he just doubles down on his efforts, dragging me one step closer to ecstasy with each lick of his tongue and slide of his fingers.
“God, I missed this,” I whisper. He sucks harder on my bundle of nerves, and I detonate. I’m slightly aware of guttural noises leaving my throat but I have no control over that. My body trembles and writhes as I fall deeply into the abyss.
He’s gentle as he finishes licking me. When I open my eyes, he pulls back and looks at me. He doesn’t bother wiping my wetness from his beard and lips, and fuck, that’s hot, like steamy-romance-book hot.
He stands and curses. He leans against the table as if trying to figure something out. “Hold on,” he says. He walks quickly out of the room, and I’m left lying there with my legs spread open, feeling a little awkward that this man just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life and then quite literally ghosted me.
Just as I’m about to get upset, give up, and get dressed, he appears again holding…five condoms? What high-level sport does he think we’re doing tonight?
I raise an eyebrow. “Better to be overprepared,” he says as he steps back between my legs and runs a finger up my slit. He pulls down his pants and places the condom on his erection.
He glides the head of his cock up and down over my folds, coating it in my juices. “Take your sweater off, beautiful. I want to see all of you,” he commands. Now, normally, I don’t want to be commanded, but for Adam…this time, I’ll let it pass. I pull my sweater off and undo my bra, flinging it to the side. Adam’s eyes darken as he runs his hand down my sternum, past my belly button, and to the top of my sex.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Isa,” he coos as he lines up his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes inside, one delicious inch at a time.
He grins as he leans over me. “She was right about this table. It’s the perfect height,” he says.
I giggle and he groans. Then he starts moving and I groan. We find our pace, each thrusting in perfect rhythm as if our bodies were designed to be locked together in this way.
I feel myself getting closer to my climax. Adam lifts under my ass, aligning me with his cock, he quickens his pace. He’s so wet from me that our bodies make gushing sounds that I might otherwise find embarrassing, but all my focus is on chasing my orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
“Give it to me, Isa. Come for me,” he commands, and I don’t know if it’s his gruff voice, the way his cock slides against me in just the right way, or the way his hands grip my hips, but I go crashing into oblivion, crying out his name which echoes in the vastness of the room.
“Fuck!” he roars, following me with his own orgasm.
I’m vaguely aware of him losing control of his thrusts and then he stills, his erection jerking inside me. He leans over me and looks into my eyes before slowly, tenderly kissing me. I melt into the table.
This feels so good, so right. Yet, I feel like he’s still holding back a little. Maybe he just needs more time. He’s clearly not over his last girlfriend even after all these years. Or maybe it’s just me…
“You’re thinking too loud again,” he mutters against my neck.
He tickles me and I laugh. He groans. “Careful, or we’ll need condom number two now,” he says as he pulls out and makes quick work of disposing of the condom.
“How’s that ankle?” he asks when he comes back over. He picks it up and examines it.
“I’ll live.”
