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“Lie down for me over here,” he says, picking me up and taking me to his sofa. At first I yelp in surprise, clinging to him, but it quickly turns into a short laugh, smiling into the crook of his neck.
He’s gentle as he sets me down on the soft leather cushion. “Wait here.”
He comes back a moment later and puts me into position on his couch, on my belly, knees bent slightly. I’m quick to grab a pillow, laying my cheek against it and wondering what he’ll feel like …there.
Adrian kneels behind me and spreads me wide, his fingers playing at that place, cool and slick with lube. He pushes one finger inside, then two. It’s an odd pressure and it makes me tense slightly before relaxing. The simple act heats my entirebody and with it, my head thrashes and I moan gently into the pillow.
“How does it feel?” he questions.
“Good,” I respond in a groan as his other hand finds my clit, his fingers still in my ass. “Fuck,” I moan into the pillow.
“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable,” he tells me. “This shouldn’t hurt, Suzette. It should feel good.” All I can do is nod with my eyes closed. The sensation is all consuming, tingling every inch of me. With a whimper, I swear it’s more sensitive and more illicit to be fucked like this.
He shifts us to the floor, which gives me a sensation of stability that the couch didn’t, and I feel the head of him against me. I take in a quick breath.
“Push back,” he orders, and I do. My body goes hot as he presses inside.
My hands fist the pillows and he tells me to relax.
“I want you to enjoy this,” he whispers at the shell of my ear, his warm breath and gentle kisses adding to the overwhelming sensation.
With my eyes half-lidded, my lips part and I push back. Strangled moans pour from me. “That’s my good girl,” he urges me on, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. Adrian murmurs things behind me but doesn’t rush. It’s very slow, and it makes me all the hotter. The full sensation turns to something else, something needy and undeniably pleasurable. Inch by inch I push myself back on him until he’s fully inside me.
It’s that last thrust that seems to shock my system. My eyes go wide and it feels too much, too hot, too full. Just too much.
“Oh,” I gasp. Biting down on my lip, I utter a small grievance. “Stop, no. I don’t know.” It happened too fast, out of nowhere. He stops at once, stilling and my hand grabs the top of his.
“It’s all right. How do you feel?” he questions. Fuck, it’s just so much. I want it, I want him.I want this.It’s a sweet mix of pleasure and pain.
“Scared,” I admit to him, remembering how much it hurt before. It was nothing like this. Not at all, but with a cold sweat on the back of my neck, I swallow down the unwanted memory.
“Just breathe,” he says softly. “Give me a word that means stop.”
“Whiskey,” I say, the first thing that comes to mind.
“I’m going to move, Suzette.”
He does, and it feels overwhelming to the point of paralyzing. There’s not an ounce of control left for me; all I can do is hold on. I’ve never been taken in such a forbidden way before. Adrian is slow at first, then faster and deeper. I clutch a blanket he’s thrown on the floor beneath us. With one hand on my clit, he takes full advantage of pushing me to the edge.
His thrusts get harder and deeper still and if it weren’t for his lips on my neck that beg me to kiss him, I would be writhing beneath him.
“What’s your word, Suzette?”
“Whiskey,” I whisper, feeling the pleasure build and build.
“Good. I need you to remember that.”
I almost ask him why, but he doesn’t give me enough time. Adrian holds me down and fucks me ruthlessly. With deep strokes, he takes me like I’m his fuck toy.
I come instantly, his name on my lips and pleasure like I’ve never felt before rocking through me.
ADRIAN
Exhaustion lays heavy against me, in the best of ways. The city lights creep through the edge of the curtain and cast a soft glow in the bedroom. The bed is warm and Suzette’s body is molded to mine under the sheets. Her back to my front, my hand over hers. She makes this little humming sound every time I kiss her just beneath her ear. It’s addictive. And when I sleep, I pray I hear it. The contentment, the satisfaction. I could see myself devoted to that soft sound.
“Did you enjoy it?” I question in a whisper at the shell of her ear.
Her response is a hum, a sated one cloaked in sated fatigue. My cock twitches at the memory.