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But as Adam leans in closer, I remember the way Cayden held onto me last night as he introduced me to his friends. There was no jealousy. No caveman efforts to keep me to himself.

I sway forward half an inch. And that's all it takes.

My first kiss with Adam is warm and soft. His lips press to mine, damp and gentle, before retreating.

"Is that okay?" he asks, and God, it's all the more okay for the way he's checking in.

I nod.

"Thank God," he breathes out in a rush, and then his mouth covers mine again.

This kiss is hungrier. He slides his lips over mine and parts them. Searching forward with his tongue, he requests entry, and I grant it to him happily. He cups my cheek with his hand, holding me where he wants me. He's been gentle through everystep of this, but I kind of love this little hint of command. He doesn't want to push, but he still wants to be in control, and I'm so, so eager to let him.

With a groan, he deepens the kiss. His teeth scrape over my bottom lip, and that hint of a sting goes right to the hot, needy place between my thighs. I grab onto him, getting my hand on the fabric of his shirt and clinging tight.

The couch creaks as he shifts. He gets up onto his knees. He doesn't separate from my lips, but the new position gives him leverage. Bearing forward with his weight, he presses me down into the couch, and before I know it, I'm on my back with him looming over me. Instinctively, I spread my legs. He settles between them, gripping the back of my thigh. It opens me further, and another rush of wetness floods me.

Jesus, I want him so bad. My hormonal rush from the night before might have been soothed by my quick, unsatisfying solo session, but the effects were short-lived to say the least. I'm suddenly starving again, and the taste of his mouth is only driving my hunger higher.

"Do you want to—?" I breathe.

"So fucking bad." He groans into my mouth and slides his hand under my shirt.

I'm not wearing a bra, so his searching fingers find my breast immediately. The first touch to my nipple sends jolts of pleasure shooting through me. My pussy clenches again, and I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in. His hips collide with mine, and oh God.

He's wearing jeans, and I'm still in my yoga pants, but I can feel so much. The long line of his cock rubs against me through our pants. It's hard and thick, and I want it in me. It's been so long since I've had sex, and I just want it. Want the rush and the clench, want that feeling of fullness that only comes from being fucked really deep.

Grinding against me, he kisses his way to my jaw, then my ear. The wet sound of his breath there turns me on like crazy. He bites at the lobe and licks the shell, tweaking my nipple, and then his other hand is at the waistband of my pants.

"Can I?" he asks, panting.

"Yeah, yeah, please—"

He shoves his hand beneath the fabric. He grips the globe of my ass, then skirts around, and I was right. I throw my head back as he slips those long, perfect fingers through my wetness. He rubs across the folds and dips inside, then circles my clit, and it feels so good. Driving two fingers deep inside, he buries his face against my throat.

"You'resoaked," he groans. "So hot, I want—"

"Yeah."

And then we don't need words. I fumble with his belt but get it undone. Tear at the button and the zipper of his fly until finally they give. I shove my hand into his boxers, and fuck yes.

He's big—really big. Nice and long, and I might like a little thicker, but this will easily do. I give him a stroke, sliding the slickness at his tip all down his shaft, and he lets out this growl that has me ready to explode already.

And then he's in motion. He lifts up and tosses me over. I land on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and this is all happening so fast, but I love it, I need it, I need more.

He kisses down my spine even as he's pushing my pants and underwear off my hips. They end up in a tangle around my knees. I can't get my legs as far apart as I'd like, but it doesn't matter. His fingers are back, pushing in, opening me up.

And then there's wet heat. He licks inside even as he's rubbing my clit hard with his thumb, and that's all it takes.

I scream as my vision shatters. My whole world splinters into brilliant colors with the force of my climax. He takes me through it, pressing just right against my inner wall.

Only when it subsides, I'm still dying for it.

I collapse forward. My face lands on the arm of the couch. I get an elbow under me, bracing myself while I reach back for him with my other hand, beckoning him closer.

He withdraws his fingers. They land, sticky and wet, on my thigh, and then he's climbing me. His mouth collides with mine, and it's awkward as hell, but I don't care. We kiss, tongues tangling, his body held in a tight line over mine. His hard cock presses to the cheek of my ass, and I want it.

"In me," I beg. "Please. Fuck me."