At Any Price(76)

But once my hand slipped inside his pajamas, he wasn’t protesting. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked softly up and down just like Heath had instructed. His organ was hard—long and thick. I loved the feel of the soft skin gliding under my hands, the rigidity, the sound of his husky groans as he surrendered to my stroking.

I moved my hand faster and his arms around me grew tighter. He sank his teeth into my neck, sucking, and I knew I was probably going to be covered in hickies for the next few days. But I didn’t stop, because it was really turning me on to have this power over his body. I lowered my head and kissed his hard, muscular chest, licking and sucking his nipples, as he had done to me.

Then my mouth went to his ear, “I’m going to make you come.”

His hoarse reply, “Yes, you are.”

“I want you inside me, Adam. I want to know what you feel like in me.” I said those words and I meant them. It was time. I was tired of waiting. It wouldn’t happen tonight, but it had to be soon or I thought I’d explode from the tension of it all.

I stroked faster and faster until his body went rigid and I could feel the contractions of his orgasm. Hot semen dripped across his flat abs and my hand and when finally he came down from wherever I had taken him, he glanced down, carefully removing my hand from his now too-sensitive flesh. “Look at the mess you’ve made, naughty girl.”

My lips found his and we kissed, long and languorously. “I might need to be punished later.”

“Yes, you might.”

There was a full bathroom near the theater and we moved in there for a shower. Another warm, sexy shower together. After he had cleaned himself off, he moved to me with the soap and insisted on lathering me from head to toe. From behind, he massaged my shoulders and again displayed that interesting habit of paying special attention to soaping my breasts.

“I am going to be inside you, Emilia,” he breathed against my ear when he was done.

Then his hand was between my legs. I leaned my back against him.

“I’m going to slide it in slowly. I’m going to watch your face when you take it in. I’m going to fuck you until you scream. And then I’m going to make you beg for it again. And again.”

His fingers glided over my yearning, sensitive flesh while he pinched my nipple in his other hand. In hardly any time at all, he returned the favor I had just done him. My orgasm came fast and intense. I stiffened in his arms and he held me against him. His hoarse breath scorched the back of my neck. He pressed against me, hard once more.

Even given that conversation I’d had with Heath, I didn’t know a man could be ready again that quickly. Of course we hadn’t actually had sex, so that might have had something to do with it. As much as I tried to educate myself, it was thoughts like these that showed me how little I really knew about these things. Adam had been a patient and thorough teacher thus far. He’d been too patient for my tastes. I was ready for the next lesson and he withheld it like an obdurate schoolmaster.

Maybe it was time for the student to rebel.

***

It must have been two or three in the morning by then but neither of us was tired.

He grabbed a change of clothes, and a new shirt for me—this one a rugby jersey that came down a little longer on my legs but also had sleeves that ran well past my hands. I ended by rolling them past my wrists. We went to the kitchen and snacked on cold cuts and cheese, both of us famished.

I tried to take advantage of his orgasmic afterglow by prying out his closely held secrets, but no luck. “Okay, what about the tiniest fraction of a microscopic hint?”

His mouth creased with suppressed amusement. I’d been at this for over ten minutes. “I don’t do hints.”

“What about bribes? I could bribe you.”

He laughed now. “With what?”

I leered at him suggestively.

“Okay, one hint.”

“Oh goody!”

“Yellow.”

I glared at him. “Wait, what?”

He shrugged, “That’s my hint. Take it or leave it.”

“I’m leaving it right where I’m going to leave all the naughty things I was about to do to you in return for a good hint.”

“You’re a little late on your bribery. You should have been throwing out that offer while we were watching the movie.”

“Oh, I think a good bribe might get you going again.”

His gaze slid down my bare legs again. “I think you might be right.” He said. “Are you tired? I need to check on a few things, but I think I could stand to get a few winks before the sun comes up.”

He gave me my promised toothbrush and showed me to a guestroom not far from his. But after I brushed my teeth, I made my way to his bedroom. Wherever it was he’d wandered off to do his work, it wasn’t here. I used the time to inspect his room, struck by how impersonal it seemed. It was exquisitely decorated to look like a beach cabana, with canted ceilings lined with bamboo and dark beams. Voluminous buff-colored linen drapes hung over floor-to-ceiling windows and the smooth floor was inlaid in different colors of wood in intricately patterned parquet.