Adam's List(56)

Grabbing his head, I attempt to pull him up for another kiss, but he fights back. With one hand he cups my breast, his thumb tracing around my nipple, his other hand fumbling around at the back of my bra.

“Front clasp!” I gasp, helping him.

He slowly peels my shorts down my toned legs, letting his fingers brush against my skin the whole way. I shudder when his teeth tug down my recently purchased leopard panties. His fingers trail down to put light pressure on the part of me that throbs the most, softly patting and stroking until I become wet. His warm breath tickles the sensitive skin between my legs.

I see his excitement bulging against his shorts and reach for it, but he curves away.

He kisses the skin between my thighs, sending me into a whirlwind of desire and passion. I’m breathless when his warm fingers slip inside, moving slow and gentle.

“Damn it, Adam,” My voice sounds husky, older, like a woman on one of those dirty sex chats. “I want you inside of me already.”

I pull at his shirt, wanting to feel his hard muscles, wanting our skin to touch. He fights against me, his steely eyes radiating with desire. “Lie back and relax. I want this to be about you.”

I try to do as he says, but when his warm tongue enters me, massaging my pulsating bud, I nearly jump from the bed. I reach for the first thing I can—his thick hair—and pull on its roots, crying out in ecstasy. I’ve never had a guy go there before, and it feels fan-fucking-tastic. My lust for him overflows to the point I feel as if I’ll explode. Adam continues on, his hands reaching up to caress my breasts and pinch my nipples. I flex my hips as waves of pleasure rip through me. “Oh...my... god...yes!”

It goes on and on, feeling like hours but probably only lasting a matter of minutes until I come to an overwhelming climax. It’s unreal, unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. My insides thrum delightfully, a kaleidoscope of exploding nerves. With the final release my legs lock, pressing Adam’s head between my thighs. Arching my back, I scream something that probably sounds to anyone walking past our room like a woman being murdered.

Adam emerges to clamp a hand over my mouth, chuckling. His other hand strokes the tender skin between my thighs. “Someone’s going to call security.”

Shuddering with the last of the delightful explosion, I collapse against the bed and pry his wandering hand off me to kiss it. “Can I just say, you should hire out for whatever it is you just did. You’d be a billionaire. Seriously.” I pull him up next to me and trail kisses up his neck. “Your turn.” My hands work their way to the button on his shorts.

He stops me, lacing his fingers with mine. “Not now. I want you to enjoy the moment.

You deserve this.”

I eye him suspiciously. What guy says that? Can he tell it was my first time? “Are you for real?”

He buries me in his arms, trailing his hand up the back of my neck and nestling in my hair. “Remind me to do that again real soon. Your face, the way you arched for me...Jesus, it was unreal.” He presses soft kisses to my forehead.

“Are you referring to my awkward cries of passion?”

He chuckles softly. “We’ll have to work on that.”

I peer up at his face. “Please tell me this means we’re done with the I’m not good for you and no touching bullshit. I just want to be with you. I don’t care about this big secret of yours anymore, Adam. We don’t have to be all serious, or whatever, but I really want this. It can just be about sex if that’s what you want. And you can do it again as many times as you want. Whatever you did with your tongue just now—”

“Has anyone told you that you talk too much?” A teasing smile crosses his lips. “Do you think you could just shut up and let me hold you?”

Still in a daze from my mind-shattering first orgasm, my feet tingling from its aftereffects, I drift asleep in the comfort of Adam’s arms, savoring the smell and feel of him against my face.

Traveling from Chicago to Toledo is like an entirely different trip than the first leg. I sit wedged into Adam’s side whenever we aren’t stopping for tourist attractions. Sometimes he rests his arm around my shoulders and his fingers play with my hair. A few times he kisses my neck, allowing his tongue to lightly graze the patch of skin behind my ear, nearly making me wet myself with memories of just what that muscle can do.

One time his hand trails up my leg and into dangerous territory, prompting a pit stop to the woods behind a rest stop where we go at it hot and heavy, never removing our clothes, but easily setting some kind of record for best third base hit without scoring a home run. We emerge from behind the shelter with red faces, wild hair, and crumpled leaves in the folds of our clothing, generating a handful of knowing glances from other travelers we pass on the way back to the pickup.