The door fell shut, tearing me from my thoughts, and before my doubts could make me rethink my decision to go up with Adrian, he pulled me against him and I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his warmth, his muscled body. My hands clutched his butt. It was so firm, and I couldn’t help but remember how his butt had flexed with every thrust as he fucked the other women. Bad thought…
He smirked at my boldness and lowered his head, our lips meeting again. I could have kissed him for the rest of my life. The taste and feel of him was intoxicating. The least bit of rationality left my mind when he cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my dress and my bra. He drew circles with his thumb, eliciting a moan from my lips.
His kiss wasn't at all like the kiss I'd shared with Chris and the two other guys at parties. Adrian knew what to do, how to kiss. His lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my back and waist and breast, they made thinking so very difficult. I lifted my arms and ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, always closer. I wanted to become one with him. I'd never thought that kissing could feel so good, could make me so wet; my entire body tingled. Heat gathered between my legs. Any moment I would combust. I pressed my thighs together to relieve some of the tension that was building. I pulled at Adrian’s hair roughly, biting his lip and smiling against his lips when he let out a growl. His hand traveled over my back until he found the zipper; he pulled it down and slowly slid the dress off my shoulders so it pooled in a heap at my high-heeled feet. His eyes glided over my body from head to toe, lingering on my lace panties. Was I imagining it or were his irises actually darkening? I resisted the urge to cover myself. Adrian stepped close to me, his hands coming to rest on my hips before slowly sliding to my butt. He massaged my cheeks gently. “You’re so hot.” He dipped me back until my shoulders rested against the cold wall. A shiver slithered down my back at the feel of it against my too hot skin. Adrian bent over me, licking and sucking at my neck, then softly biting down on my collarbone. I tipped my head to the side to give him better access. His lips traveled lower, his tongue tracing lazy circles on my skin. The tip of his tongue traced the edge of my bra, then darted beneath it, so close to my nipple that I made a sound of annoyance.
He chuckled. “So impatient,” he whispered, then pushed down my bra. He closed his lips around my nipple and I threw my head back with a low moan. “God, I want you so fucking much. I’m bursting through my pants if I don’t fuck you now,” he growled.
A hint of unease filled the pit of my stomach, but I pushed it aside. I pressed against Adrian, feeling how hard he was. His cock pressed against my naked stomach. I could feel the heat radiating off of it even through Adrian’s pants. Fuck, he felt huge. I’d seen him naked before, but through binoculars it was difficult to estimate the size of something. The unease increased. But I was too far gone to stop now. I’d wanted Adrian for weeks, had pined over him like a puppy. Deep down I knew this was wrong and too fast and that I needed to stop it before it was too late. I knew I should ask Adrian if this meant more to him than just sex.
A gasp got caught in my throat when Adrian lifted me and pressed my back against the cold wall, trapping me between the wall and his body. My legs wrapped around his hip automatically. I remembered Amy’s advice to tell Adrian the truth. I've never done this, Adrian. Make love to me. Hold me, kiss me, love me. I felt the words on my tongue but they were stuck. I couldn’t say them.
But I didn't stop kissing him, though I knew it was the right thing to do. My body didn't react to my commands. I ground my heated core against him without even realizing what I was doing. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through me, numbing some of my worries. Adrian began sucking on my neck again. One hand supported my butt, while his other hand moved lower, caressing my stomach, then tracing the outer line of my lace panties.
My eyes widened in surprise when I felt a finger brush over my panties, touching my clit through the fabric. Why did this have to feel so fucking good? His touch felt too fucking good, and yet it was so wrong. So very, very wrong. He rubbed his finger over my clit again and I jerked.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my throat, then slowly moved upward to capture my mouth in another kiss.
He pushed my panties aside, his finger brushing my folds. Something that sounded like Amy’s chiding voice reminded me that it shouldn't happen like this. I didn't want it to happen like this, but I was still clinging to him as if I was drowning and he was a lifeboat.
Adrian dipped a finger between my folds. “So wet,” he purred. He drew circles over my clit, gently coating it with my juices. I let out another moan. I could feel an orgasm building. His finger against my clit drove me higher and higher, and then before I could react, before I could even think about it, he replaced his finger with his cock. I felt his erection brush against my center. He didn’t even bother to remove my panties. And then he pulled me down on his erection, my back still leaning against the wall.