I expected his touch to change, to become more frantic, more urgent. He savored each moment, using his fingers to circle around my nipple until I quivered with need. He never took his eyes off of my face when he brushed his knuckles against my nipples, then using his fingers to tease them and roll them. Then he smiled as he dipped his head to tongue each one, lightly sucking and biting them until I thought I’d burst from pleasure.
I shadowed his movements, tugging off his shirt to touch his chest and run my fingers over his dark, flat nipples. To me, Adam epitomized masculinity with his broad shoulders and hairy chest. I felt intoxicated on his scent, a combination of sweet and spicy I recognized as uniquely Adam.
He flipped us over, so that he lay on top of me, face to face, returning to kiss me as though the world would end tonight. Each touch, each kiss ignited my senses and my body responded to it as if it belonged to Adam, waiting for his commands.
He kissed his way to my stomach, paying careful attention to my sensitive nipples, while thankfully ignoring my stretch marks that marked my body since puberty. Then I felt his hands on the button of my jeans and then on my legs as he removed my pants leaving me wearing only a pair of unsexy black panties. I didn’t have long to think about it, because Adam removed the very last barrier between him and my sex.
While a small part of me felt shy and uncomfortable at my vulnerability, the majority strained to feel Adam’s touch. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, lost in the bliss of his fingers parting me to find the spot that cried out for attention. Adam needed no lesson on a woman’s body, stroking me the way I had always dreamed of being stroked, my body responding the way I had always dreamed it would respond. He took his time figuring out how to please me by listening to the cues of my moans and cries of pleasure.
Adam took me to the edge of climax again and again. When I finally came, I experienced the most intense pleasure of my life.
I expected him to demand his due share, but he continued to caress me. Then, with no warning, I felt his tongue inside of me and then on my clitoris. I think my body shot a foot off the bed, causing him to laugh and lift his head.
“Is this okay?”
“Mmm Hmm,” I responded, unable to talk at the moment.
He continued to work me with his mouth and tongue, using every technique that my friends and I had discussed at Drag Queen Bingo. When his fingers delved inside to find the right spot, I came a second time so forcefully it brought tears to my eyes.
Adam rolled over to grab his wallet, taking out a condom.
“Would you like to put this on me?”
“Hell yes,” I exclaimed grabbing it out of his hand. Before I put the condom on him, I moved my hand up and down to do some exploring of my own.
“Sara?”
“Yes, Adam?
“You’d better put the condom on before I embarrass myself. I need to be inside of you,” he growled sexily.
I giggled as I put the condom on him.
We returned to him on top of me, gazing deep into my eyes as I spread my legs to welcome him into my body. We moaned in unison as Adam and I made love for our very first time. When he cried out my name as he climaxed, he took me with him.
I had never come so many times in my life. My body felt sore and used and wonderful.
He whispered, “I love you,” before I fell asleep, unable to stay conscious a minute longer.
CHAPTER 26
JULY 1, 2012
ISRAEL
WEIGHT: 188
STATUS: IT’S COMPLICATED
We woke a couple times during the night to make love again, each time better than the time before. A ringing phone woke us at six in the morning advising us to be at breakfast by seven. According to our schedule, we’d leave the hotel at seven-thirty for the day’s events.
Adam and I faced each other, both of us smiling. I don’t think either one of us wanted to get out of bed.
“At least this time I got to wake up with you,” I murmured, giving him a playful peck on the cheek.
“What do you mean?”
“The morning after our Seder. I woke up and you were gone.”
He sat up. “I have to admit something to you. I never went to sleep that night.”
“Yes you did. Your breathing changed, and I could tell you were sleeping,” I told him as I sat holding the sheet across my naked chest.
“I was breathing deeply because I had you in my bed and there was nothing I could do about it,” he confessed. He stood, displaying his naked body unabashedly. “I watched you sleep for a couple hours while I sobered up, and then I drove home, hard as a rock, cursing myself for being such a wimp.”
“I’m flattered.” I stood and held the sheet against me.
He sauntered to me and yanked the sheet away. He started to pull me toward the shower.