She complied instantly, dropping to the floor and rubbing her hands up my thighs to cup my balls. I fisted my cock, making hard, rough movements. Her eyes never left mine, and the trust that I saw pulsing there made me tug harder, breathe deeper, as I felt my orgasm racing through my body.
I grunted my relief when the first stream lashed her skin. The second pulse was slower, hitting her lower. I cupped her face, watching while she dragged a hand across her breast, smearing my come. She licked a finger, humming, then spread the rest around her nipple piercing.
Maybe I’d lost this battle by fucking her again. But I couldn’t feel an ounce of regret about it. Not at that moment. I felt invincible. I dragged her up to her feet, crashing my mouth to hers. She wound her arms around my neck, her still-wet breasts pressed up against me.
Adele pulled back first, licking her lips and grinning. “My turn?”
I watched her face, running a hand down her back, only stopping to slap her ass again. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Yes, Professor Easton. I think I was a good girl tonight, don’t you?”
It was sobering, her attempt to play cute. And she instantly saw the change in my face.
“Hey,” she said, giving a light shove at my shoulder, “it was just a joke. If you don’t get me off, I can just do it myself.”
I pushed her backward, and she fell back onto the couch with a laugh. I wasn’t smiling though, I crouched in front of her, pulling her legs up over my shoulders. Adele quieted, shifting to get more comfortable. I couldn’t play the game anymore. I didn’t have the strength to draw this out, to tease her like I’d fully planned on doing. It wasn’t until I was about to close my lips over her clit, wanting to suck it into my mouth that I stopped. All of this felt too real and too intense, the way the entire day had been so much more than I’d expected from this thing with her.
So I just placed a quick kiss on the inside of her thigh, then curled two fingers inside of her, pulling a moan from her mouth. I added the thumb of my other hand, making slow, tight circles over her clit. I pulled my fingers in and out, pressed down harder and harder onto the hard nub of flesh, watching as her chest heaved. She was so close, I could tell by the tiny pulses around my finger. So I hooked my fingers hard at the same time I flicked her clit, then turned my head to bite down on the toned flesh of her inner thigh.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh yes yes yes, oh Nathan,” she said on one long sigh, her whole body relaxing. Those perfect lips spread in a soft, contented smile and it made my heart squeeze. I carefully lifted her legs from off my shoulders and stood, swiping my shorts off the floor and pulling them on.
I turned to the side, wiping a hand down my face, then dropped it quickly, given it still smelled like Adele. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was completely cleaved down the middle. The part of me that wanted to go sink on the couch with her, feel her warm skin next to me, soak in the moments like this where she was soft and pliant, that was the part that was quietly pounding at my brain.
But the other part, the other part was a relentless buzzing. The part that sent the email in the first place. Nothing had changed, other than the fact that I had underestimated Adele. And her hold on me, and my hold on her apparently.
“What’s wrong?”
I was too pulled apart inside to do anything other than be honest. But I didn’t turn to face her. “Everything should still stay the same, the same thing that I was trying to do before you showed up. But there’s something here, Adele. I don’t understand it and I don’t know why I can’t resist you. But I can’t.” I hung my hands from the back of my neck and finally moved my head so I could see her. She’d pulled her knees up to cover her chest, and her face looked completely lost. “I want to be able to resist you.”
“So where does that leave us?”
I dropped my hands and lifted my shoulders briefly. “I don’t know.”
“I think I’m gonna go home.” Adele stood from the couch, and I couldn’t help but admire how she didn’t rush to put her clothes on, completely comfortable in her skin. Once she’d pulled her shirt over her head, she finally met my eyes again. “You’re not going to tell me why you sent that email, are you?”
A flash of Diana laughing at me in the bathroom mirror, like the quick blink of my eyelids, burst through my head. It disappeared quickly enough that the tingling didn’t start in my hands, thank goodness. That was the last thing I needed. “No, not in the way you probably want me to. I’m sorry.” And I was. She shook her head, turning toward the door. “I’m not trying to be cruel, Adele. Or jerk you around. Sometimes it’s just not easy to let yourself enjoy something good while it’s in front of you.”