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"No." A wicked smile surfaced on his face and erased the blush. "Not yet, at least."
His hands pushed down past the scooped neckline of my blouse. The back of his nails raked lightly at my skin as he reached into my bra, palming my breasts for a second before he lifted them from their lacy cups. His knees pressing against the mattress, he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, both hands squeezing and shaping my flesh.
His moan vibrated around the sensitive tip, triggering my own needful groan. He nosed the nipple, licked it, his green eyes intense as they stared seductively up at me.
Adrian reached for the hem of my blouse. His hands shaking, he redirected and grabbed my knees.
"Top off, baby. I'll shred it if I try."
He sucked at his bottom lip the entire time he watched me pinch the hem of my top and slowly peel the fabric up. His hands roamed my thighs, roughly kneading the flesh in impatience. When the blouse cleared my bra, I felt his mouth on me again, my erect nipple between his teeth. Tugging the hard tip upward, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress.
"That sweet pussy better be soaking, love." The top came off just as he shoved my legs apart. "Because you’ve got my cock swollen so big."
A little whimper escaped me as I reached behind to unhook my bra.
"Are you going to whimper like that when I make you come? So soft and needy it makes my dick swell bigger."
I groaned, my fingers useless as a hard contraction rolled through my pussy. One hand centered between my breasts, his other reaching behind me, Adrian tugged the bra open then pushed me onto my back as he rose up. He kept his hand against my chest, the bra still covering my breasts.
His free hand palmed my mound, the pressure all that was necessary to drench the fabric and reveal how ready I was. "Damn, beautiful. I could come just watching you squirm."
I closed my eyes and tried very, very hard not to squirm. I didn’t want him coming until he was inside me. My ability to remain still lasted all of three seconds. He provoked me with another firm squeeze of my pussy. Pleasure rolled through me, lifting my hips and forcing his name from my lips in a moan.
Another squeeze and he laughed softly, the sound warm and rich. "I’m going to make you come before I even take your pants off, love."
I shook my head, my eyes closed as I challenged him.
"And then I’ll make you come again with just your panties on." Another squeeze, this one manipulating the flesh of my swollen labia. "Then no panties, baby girl, just my lips, my tongue, sucking…"
A tremor hit me, my stomach and thighs quivering as my pussy tightened around an invisible ball, my hips bucking once, twice, a third time as I cried out his name.
"One down, love." He dropped to his knees, his fingers slowly walking up over my stomach to the unhooked bra that rested atop my breasts. "So many more to go."
Adrian flicked the fabric away, his gaze feasting on the flushed skin of my breasts and my puckered nipples. He pinched both of them, tugging them toward him as his chest pressed rhythmically against my pussy.
"No pants," I pleaded, my ass already starting to grind against the bed as another climax welled inside me. "You said no pants this time."
Smiling, he stood and unfastened the button and zipper on my pants. "Lift, baby."
I obeyed, whimpering when his knuckles brushed against my skin as he pulled the pants from me. Staring down at the dark wet patch on my panties, he licked his top lip. "Still so juicy."
"Very," I nodded, boldly reaching down to pull the gusset of my panties to one side. I could feel my muscles flexing. My labia jerked, sliding up as the muscled ring gating my pussy opened and closed in invitation.
"No, no, no, love." He shook his head but his gaze stayed locked on my wet slit. "Panties next."
"Please." My needy, horny whine didn’t shame me the least. "You can tease me tomorrow…" I stared into his green gaze, an altogether different plea shaping itself. "Or next week."
His eyelids fluttered shut and he nodded, confirming he wasn’t there for one night of fucking before he disappeared from my life again. He gripped the top button on his jeans, unthreaded it, moved to the next one and down until he was pushing his pants and briefs over his muscled hips. Once freed, his cock pointed at me, every bit as big and mouthwatering as I remembered.
Stepping from his jeans clothing, he pulled his shirt up over his head. Angry red lines marked the left side of his chest. Hearing my gasp, he hesitated, his muscles flexing self-consciously before he finished pulling the shirt off.
"Who hurt you?" I went from sex-crazed to on the verge of crying in a heartbeat. "What happened?"
He shook his head, not ready to tell me. "It doesn’t matter, love. I’m here."
I started to sit up, but he pointed a stern finger at me.
"No, I want you as you were. Relaxed…" his gaze dropped to my still parted thighs, the crotch of my panties wedged between my wet and swollen labia, "and exposed."
