I was breathing quickly, and I could feel my skin flushing everywhere, as my pu**y started to throb. He looked over at my side of the bed and I followed his gaze. On my bedside table sat a bottle of lube, a condom and my vibrator. Okay – that, I had never done. Considering Adam’s size, I wondered if everything would fit.
“You want me to use that too?”
“I want to make sure that you come, but it will also make you incredibly tight. I’ll probably even be able to feel the vibration.”
I didn’t ask him how he knew that. I had already decided to just appreciate the fact that I was now the sole beneficiary of his extensive sexual experience. If he didn’t judge, then neither would I. Besides, I wrote erotic novels. I wasn’t exactly closed-minded. Obviously.
I nodded, and before I assumed the position, he kissed me gently and told me he loved me. Then, I did what he told me to do, leaning over the pillows, turning my head to the side and feeling the smooth coolness of the sheets against my cheek and my br**sts. He adjusted my legs to how he wanted them, and gently pressed down on my lower back, which raised my bottom up further. I felt the air against me. I was wide open to him, and completely vulnerable, but I trusted him completely. He began by massaging me gently, starting at my hips, and slowly working his way inward and down toward my center.
“So beautiful, Lily. You’re swollen and wet and ready for me.” I knew how ready I was when he slipped two fingers inside me and easily added a third. It felt so good, and I pressed against his hand, wanting more and more.
“You see how much I want you?” I asked in a shaky voice, slightly muffled against the sheets. “I want you as close as you can be to me. I want to be filled with you.”
His fingers slid out and he positioned himself at my entrance. Grabbing my hips tightly, he slowly slid inside me until I had taken him up to the hilt. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him. No matter how ready I was, there was a whole lot of Adam to love.
“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely. “So much warmer inside.”
“So deep this way,” I rasped, and he began sliding in and out as I whimpered with pleasure, feeling lightheaded and boneless, just lying there letting him take me. It was more than physical. Every time he filled me completely, I felt calmer and safer. As I felt the pressure begin to build, I spoke up. “Adam, please. Everywhere.”
He paused and I felt him reach over to the bedside table. Even though I was very wet, I knew he didn’t want to take any chances. He slid out of me and made sure that that I was well lubricated as possible. Then I heard the quiet hum of my vibrator.
“Can you hold this?” he asked slipping it inside me. I reached down with one hand, enjoying how well my rabbit got along with my pu**y. Then I felt him press against my ass, first with his finger, massaging me and gently increasing the pressure. Within a minute, my muscles had relaxed and he his finger slipped inside.
“Is that okay?” he asked, sounding like he was on the verge of losing control. That, added to the amount of stimulation, was driving me quickly toward orgasm and I wanted more.
“Yes, but I need you now,” I pleaded. He slipped his finger out, and shortly, I heard the tear of a foil packet. I knew that he was being as considerate as he could be. After all, what goes in eventually comes out, something else I would likely never mention in one of my novels.
Then I felt the head of his c**k against me, and I braced myself and pushed back against him, as he grabbed my hips and increased the pressure. I relaxed as much as I could, and then there was a slight burn as I yielded and he slid inside, the momentary twinge of discomfort quickly transforming into intense pleasure and relief. I heard him gasp as he froze.
“Oh f**k, yes,” he bit out and I almost came.
He started thrusting, as my rabbit continued to do its work, and I knew I was done. I had never felt anything even close to this. My entire body felt awash with sensation. I was completely full. I would never feel empty again. I wasn’t going to last a minute.
“I’m going to come.” I moaned, feeling myself crashing forward fast, racing toward orgasm. Nothing would stop it now. I paused for that one millisecond on the edge, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. I got that feeling you get when you’re a kid riding a swing, just when you reach the highest point, and feel gravity start to yank you back to Earth.
My outer muscles became taught, and my stomach clenched, as my inner muscles convulsed and began to spasm. There were no coherent thoughts – only sensations, physical and emotional. I didn’t even know you could have emotional sensations. I made an almost primal sound, and I could hear him too, but his voice sounded far away.
“Never. Leave. You.”
He stilled, gasped, shuddered and groaned. Then, he collapsed, being careful, even then, not to hurt me. His weight on me was exactly what I needed at that moment. I felt claimed and comforted and calm.
Chapter Two
“Surveying the carnage?” Adam asked, coming into the kitchen later that day. He kissed me on the cheek, and glanced over my shoulder at the smoldering tray of what were supposed to be cookies. They looked like chunks of coal.
“I don’t understand. I did everything I was supposed to.” I stared at the charred rubble in front of me dejectedly. He slid an arm around my waist and I relaxed against him.
“Don’t worry about it, Lilith. We’ll see that it gets a fitting burial.”
“I feel like such failure. I have no domestic skills whatsoever.”
“I’m not marrying you for your cooking,” he said, turning me to face him. He paused for a moment, and I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. And then, being Adam, he went on. “I’m marrying because you’re good in bed.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, as he smirked back at me. I was about to give him a snarky reply when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his back pocket, mouthed ‘Cameron,’ and headed off toward the living room.
I went and sat down at the breakfast table to sulk and try to figure out what contribution I would be able to make to the Roth family Thanksgiving gathering. Adam’s mom said that I could bring a desert, and cookies had seemed easy. Who knew? There was probably nothing open today other than a few convenience stores. Great, we could announce our engagement as I offered his family a pack of Oreos and a Kit Kat.
Adam came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. His eyes dropped to my “King of the Grill” apron and I saw him trying not to laugh. I guess that he hadn’t really noticed before.
“You want me to use that too?”
“I want to make sure that you come, but it will also make you incredibly tight. I’ll probably even be able to feel the vibration.”
I didn’t ask him how he knew that. I had already decided to just appreciate the fact that I was now the sole beneficiary of his extensive sexual experience. If he didn’t judge, then neither would I. Besides, I wrote erotic novels. I wasn’t exactly closed-minded. Obviously.
I nodded, and before I assumed the position, he kissed me gently and told me he loved me. Then, I did what he told me to do, leaning over the pillows, turning my head to the side and feeling the smooth coolness of the sheets against my cheek and my br**sts. He adjusted my legs to how he wanted them, and gently pressed down on my lower back, which raised my bottom up further. I felt the air against me. I was wide open to him, and completely vulnerable, but I trusted him completely. He began by massaging me gently, starting at my hips, and slowly working his way inward and down toward my center.
“So beautiful, Lily. You’re swollen and wet and ready for me.” I knew how ready I was when he slipped two fingers inside me and easily added a third. It felt so good, and I pressed against his hand, wanting more and more.
“You see how much I want you?” I asked in a shaky voice, slightly muffled against the sheets. “I want you as close as you can be to me. I want to be filled with you.”
His fingers slid out and he positioned himself at my entrance. Grabbing my hips tightly, he slowly slid inside me until I had taken him up to the hilt. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him. No matter how ready I was, there was a whole lot of Adam to love.
“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely. “So much warmer inside.”
“So deep this way,” I rasped, and he began sliding in and out as I whimpered with pleasure, feeling lightheaded and boneless, just lying there letting him take me. It was more than physical. Every time he filled me completely, I felt calmer and safer. As I felt the pressure begin to build, I spoke up. “Adam, please. Everywhere.”
He paused and I felt him reach over to the bedside table. Even though I was very wet, I knew he didn’t want to take any chances. He slid out of me and made sure that that I was well lubricated as possible. Then I heard the quiet hum of my vibrator.
“Can you hold this?” he asked slipping it inside me. I reached down with one hand, enjoying how well my rabbit got along with my pu**y. Then I felt him press against my ass, first with his finger, massaging me and gently increasing the pressure. Within a minute, my muscles had relaxed and he his finger slipped inside.
“Is that okay?” he asked, sounding like he was on the verge of losing control. That, added to the amount of stimulation, was driving me quickly toward orgasm and I wanted more.
“Yes, but I need you now,” I pleaded. He slipped his finger out, and shortly, I heard the tear of a foil packet. I knew that he was being as considerate as he could be. After all, what goes in eventually comes out, something else I would likely never mention in one of my novels.
Then I felt the head of his c**k against me, and I braced myself and pushed back against him, as he grabbed my hips and increased the pressure. I relaxed as much as I could, and then there was a slight burn as I yielded and he slid inside, the momentary twinge of discomfort quickly transforming into intense pleasure and relief. I heard him gasp as he froze.
“Oh f**k, yes,” he bit out and I almost came.
He started thrusting, as my rabbit continued to do its work, and I knew I was done. I had never felt anything even close to this. My entire body felt awash with sensation. I was completely full. I would never feel empty again. I wasn’t going to last a minute.
“I’m going to come.” I moaned, feeling myself crashing forward fast, racing toward orgasm. Nothing would stop it now. I paused for that one millisecond on the edge, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. I got that feeling you get when you’re a kid riding a swing, just when you reach the highest point, and feel gravity start to yank you back to Earth.
My outer muscles became taught, and my stomach clenched, as my inner muscles convulsed and began to spasm. There were no coherent thoughts – only sensations, physical and emotional. I didn’t even know you could have emotional sensations. I made an almost primal sound, and I could hear him too, but his voice sounded far away.
“Never. Leave. You.”
He stilled, gasped, shuddered and groaned. Then, he collapsed, being careful, even then, not to hurt me. His weight on me was exactly what I needed at that moment. I felt claimed and comforted and calm.
Chapter Two
“Surveying the carnage?” Adam asked, coming into the kitchen later that day. He kissed me on the cheek, and glanced over my shoulder at the smoldering tray of what were supposed to be cookies. They looked like chunks of coal.
“I don’t understand. I did everything I was supposed to.” I stared at the charred rubble in front of me dejectedly. He slid an arm around my waist and I relaxed against him.
“Don’t worry about it, Lilith. We’ll see that it gets a fitting burial.”
“I feel like such failure. I have no domestic skills whatsoever.”
“I’m not marrying you for your cooking,” he said, turning me to face him. He paused for a moment, and I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. And then, being Adam, he went on. “I’m marrying because you’re good in bed.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, as he smirked back at me. I was about to give him a snarky reply when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his back pocket, mouthed ‘Cameron,’ and headed off toward the living room.
I went and sat down at the breakfast table to sulk and try to figure out what contribution I would be able to make to the Roth family Thanksgiving gathering. Adam’s mom said that I could bring a desert, and cookies had seemed easy. Who knew? There was probably nothing open today other than a few convenience stores. Great, we could announce our engagement as I offered his family a pack of Oreos and a Kit Kat.
Adam came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. His eyes dropped to my “King of the Grill” apron and I saw him trying not to laugh. I guess that he hadn’t really noticed before.
