And here I thought being on top would allow me to do as I wished.
It meant nothing to a man as strong as Adrian. I was a petite little toy in his arms, easily commanded and more easily used. He thrust his hips up again and again, burying his cock deeper into my slit. His pleased groans were fueled by pure instinct—one I shared.
He took me. He fucked me.
He dominated me.
And it was like every secret desire of my life suddenly made sense.
Until now, this fantasy had been the most dangerous and forbidden. We had done so much to preserve our friendship, denying even the barest hint of attraction that it felt like blasphemy to simply imagine falling into his arms.
I clutched onto his shoulders and nipped his neck. His embrace tethered me to the ground, and I fell limp against him as my thighs spread shamefully wide for his mind-blowing shaft to fill me again and again.
So this was what it was like to be properly fucked.
God, it was everything, everything he’d promised.
Passion and desire tangled, fought within me. My body demanded more.
Faster. Harder. Fiercer.
My mind rebelled. It begged for me to slow. To take it gently. To savor the thrilling sensations…
…If only because this could be the only time I’d ever lose myself in his arms.
Adrian took me with a relentless determination, and yet his eyes focused on me. He knew what I wanted before I did. Could read my thoughts. Though I prayed he couldn’t unravel the knotted feelings tangling me from the inside.
When I needed him deeper, and he slammed into a part of me that had never felt the seductive aggression of a man.
When I demanded he quicken his pace, he thrust with reckless intensity.
When my breath was lost and body shaking, he took control, wrapping his thick arm around my waist and lifting me with his own strength.
Within minutes we sweated. Frantic and wild. Our bodies trembled. Our words lost.
This pleasure was an utter torment, and I’d never experienced anything so pure.
It was like we were made for this.
For each other.
And nothing had ever terrified me more.
And I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t tear myself away from his embrace, couldn’t imagine a life beyond the completeness filling the entirety of me.
I’d feared sex with this man would be awkward and stiff. But this? I stared into the dark promise of his eyes, and we groaned together, enthralled by these desperate secrets we’d never once shared.
But it was too much.
Too revealing.
Too heartbreaking.
And I should’ve known what this would mean to me. In Adrian’s arms, I had no fears, no worries, no hesitations. I trusted him. My submission fueled us and comforted us and wrapped me in an inferno of familiarity that dizzied my mind and tightened my core.
I needed only to accept the unrelenting pounding of his bare cock to sate my every desire.
And so I did.
I surrendered as of much of me as he wanted.
So why was I shocked when he took it all?
“Never had it so tight...” Adrian whispered in my ear. “Always wore a rubber. Never felt so close to anyone.”
And I would never feel this way ever again.
The closeness. The intimacy.
It scared me, destroyed me, and invigorated me.
And it wasn’t because we had sex without a condom.
It was because we made love.
And that meant nothing would ever be the same.
I arched, allowing him to suckle at my breast. His pace matched mine as he bumped his hips upwards. It was like he could sense the cascading pleasure that built from my core.
I cried out in breathless denial, but I had no idea what to ask. How to say it.
Did he feel the same way?
Adrian buried inside of me, unprotected, but did it delight and terrify him as much is it amazed and bewildered me?
“Stop me now if you don’t want this,” he gasped. “Or else I’m going to come, and I’ll fill you completely with my seed.”
His words detonated the last of my control.
I wasn’t prepared for my orgasm.
When I’d come for him before, the pleasure had been lovely and perfect. A dreamy lightness that cocooned me with gentle shivers.
But this?
This was intense and overwhelming.
Terrifyingly wonderful and unstoppably decadent.
Intense. Shocking. And utterly transcendent.
My world changed forever.
All sound dissolved as my body rocked over his hardening cock. I clenched. Adrian groaned, unable to move as I came.
And for a single moment in time, I wished to keep him there forever. Tucked inside me. Embedding me. So deep inside I couldn’t hide my pleasure, my pain, or my jumble of feelings.
But it took only one thrust, one heartbeat for my body to crash down upon him, to accept him completely within my slickness, before the utter insanity of what we had done consumed me.
The pleasure quaked from deep inside my soul. I threw my arms around his neck and begged him to guide me through that breaking of everything I once knew.
My mind darkened.
My breath was stolen.
I lost myself in an abyss of absolute destruction, and yet Adrian rebuilt me with the promise of an ecstasy so safe and warm that the quaking of my body softened with delight.
And then he came.
Hot and furious. The cascade of his seed saturated me from the inside. He splashed within me, filling me, dousing me with a newfound heat that reignited my flames and burned me ever hotter for him.
I came again. And again.
And then I lost all control of myself, my words, my body.
My heart.
I teased my hips over his, savoring the hot and messy sensation. Adrian’s lips pressed against my forehead. Gentle. Doing his best to calm the feral instincts tearing me apart.
“Do you think that will do it?” I surrendered to his strength, grateful for the gentle stroke of his hand over my back. “Do you think it was enough to get me pregnant?”
“Only one way to make sure.”
The man was frighteningly strong. Adrian lifted me, my body still embedded upon him, and lowered me onto the couch. My hips rose, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He sunk over me, his arms braced on either side of my chest.
I gripped his shoulders, squirming as the tension within me coiled and ached once more. His length stayed hard, stretching me to my absolute limit. I stared at him, amazed, submitting to all instinct as I knew what would happen next could ruin everything we had…
Or create something even better.
Adrian’s voice deepened, but he silenced my questions with a stolen kiss.
“I’m gonna take you again. And again. And again.” He began to move once more, filling me completely. “And I’m not stopping until I’m absolutely certain I’ve given you a baby.”
9
Adrian
My best friend slept naked in my bed.
But not exactly peacefully.
The woman had claimed most of the bed during the night—tossing, turning, kicking off the covers, then eventually sprawling out spread-eagle, legs open wide for most of the few hours that we slept.
She also kicked in her sleep. A cross between a dreaming puppy twitching on a hardwood floor and a helldog rampaging through nineteenth century London.
But every elbow in my back, cold foot creeping up my leg, and inadvertent slap across the face was worth it.