When I Was Yours
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Holy fuck.
There’s just something about knowing he was naked underneath there the whole time that drives me wild, turning me on beyond reason.
I stare down at the beautiful sight of his thick cock straining upward, wanting me. My mouth waters.
That’s what I do to him.
It gives me a feeling of immense power, something that I rarely feel around Adam.
I want to drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, and taste him, but I don’t get a chance.
His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me, shoving me back against the wall.
Then, his mouth is on mine again, devouring me, as his cock thrusts up inside me.
I scream his name into his mouth.
But there’s no respite, no time to adjust to his size. He just starts fucking me, hard and thorough, and it’s so damn fucking good. He’s relentless, like a machine, and I love it.
I love him.
“Mine.” He slams home, his eyes pinned on mine. “Right now, you belong to me,” he growls.
“Yes,” I cry out.
My fingers slide into his hair, gripping it. I pull his mouth back to mine, and I kiss him hard and deep. I give all I can, and he takes it.
Then, suddenly, he pulls away from the wall, taking me with him, causing me to squeal out in surprise. I lock my ankles together around his back, my arms tight around his neck. We’re moving through the living room, him carrying me, still inside me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, clinging to him like a spider monkey.
I’ve always loved how strong Adam is. He carries me like there’s no effort at all, like I weigh nothing. And I definitely weigh something. The tubs of Chunky Monkey I eat regularly have made sure of that. But he makes me feel sexy and feminine in only that way he can.
“Bed. I need to fuck you on a flat surface.”
I don’t bother pointing out that he’s just passed a few flat surfaces on his route through the living room because I want to be in his bed.
He moves quickly up the stairs. Reaching his bedroom he walks in, and lays me down on the bed.
He comes down with me, but he pulls back, slipping out of me.
I hate the empty feeling left inside me.
But I’m quickly distracted when he starts kissing a path down my body, starting at my collarbone. He kisses my breast, licking and sucking. His teeth tug on my nipple, driving me wild.
He continues his descent, and then he slides off the bed. On his feet, he leans over me. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he yanks me down the bed until my ass is right on the edge. He drops to his knees before me.
There’s just something about seeing Adam kneeling down there, staring up at me, that does crazy things to my insides.
He pushes my thighs apart with his hands. Then, he runs a finger down my center, making my toes curl.
“Always so wet for me.” His voice is almost a groan.
He places his finger in his mouth, sucking me from it, and he closes his eyes.
My body shudders with need.
I’ve always loved how he does that, like he gets off on the taste of me.
When he opens his eyes, I see they’re dark with need.
He spreads me open with his fingers and puts his mouth on me.
A sound of pure unadulterated ecstasy leaves me. My head presses back into the bed as my hands grab for his hair. It’s hard to get a good grip on his short hair. I really miss his long hair.
He licks me with gusto. Skilled in the knowledge of how I like it, he brings me to the edge with perfection. In next to no time, my muscles are locking up tight, and I’m screaming out his name.
I can feel him pressing tender, soft kisses to my pussy. His tongue is still tasting me as his fingers knead my thighs.
I push up onto my elbows, looking down at him.
He lifts his head, staring up at me. His mouth is glistening with me. He rubs his thumb over his lips and then puts it in his mouth.
I shiver all over.
Adam gets to his feet. But before he can do anything else, I slide off the bed, dropping to my knees in front of him. I take his cock into my mouth.
“Jesus, Evie.” He shudders. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
His praise tugs low in my belly.
I haven’t had a chance to do this to him since we started sleeping together again. Adam is always so in control, so dominant in the bedroom. He was sexually dominant when we were younger, but he’s definitely stepped up his game since then. I’m just trying not to think about how he’s achieved that.
I can taste myself on him, and the reminder that he was just inside me and that he’ll soon be back there brings me back, turning me on even more. My pussy throbs between my legs, which is surprising, considering he just gave me an epic orgasm less than a minute ago.
Wanting to please him, I take more of him into my mouth, but I can’t take him all. My gag reflex has never been amazing, and Adam’s cock is big. I circle the base with my hand, gripping firmly. Then, I suck him hard and jack him off in tandem, just how I know he likes it.
Or used to like.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it, Evie. You suck me so fucking good.”
Still likes. Yay me!
His hips shift forward as he grabs my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he starts fucking my mouth. But he’s careful never to push back too far. He always was.
It makes me love him all the more.
He fucks my mouth while my hand jacks him off. Then, all too soon, he’s pulling away, his cock slipping from my mouth.
“I need to fuck you. Now.” Hands under my arms, he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.
I hit the mattress with a gentle oomph.
Adam is on me in seconds.
Hands pinning mine above my head, he thrusts inside me.
“God, Adam!” I close my eyes against the sensation, my fingers squeezing around his hands, my nails biting his skin.
I expect him to start fucking me like a madman, but he stays still inside me.
I open my eyes, and he’s just staring down at me.
Releasing my hands, he rests his forearm on the bed by my head, his fingers brushing the hair from my face before stroking my cheek. His gaze is almost tender, a look I haven’t seen on him in a very long time.
He runs his other hand down my side and along my thigh. Then, he curls his hand around my leg, lifting it, and he hooks it over his hip.
Lowering his mouth to mine, he softly kisses me.
Then, he starts to slowly move inside me. It’s so very different from all the other times we’ve had sex recently.
This feels like it used to all those years ago, back when he still loved me.
And I can almost make myself believe that, in this moment, that’s what’s happening—that he’s making love to me.
So, that’s what I do.
I close my eyes as I wrap my arms around him, and I let myself believe.
Our lips are still pressed together, not kissing, just breathing into each other.
He makes love to me, until I start to feel that familiar pull in my lower belly, my clit tingling from each firm stroke from the base of his cock.
“Adam…” I whisper his name.
“Come for me, Evie.”
My body shatters around his, and I know he’s done. The feel of me tightening around him always sets him off.
He lets out a long moan, my name mixed in with it, his body shuddering. He comes inside me, coating my insides with his release.
We stay here, him inside me, as we kiss soft, gentle kisses, making out like we used to when we were kids. It’s been a long time since we’ve done this.