He pushed.
Slowly. Deliberately. Frustratingly patient.
But every inch of his solid cock thrust into me with such determination that I broke into uncontrolled shivers, comforted only by his strong embrace.
Time went still.
Worries faded away.
Night wrapped us in quiet softness, hiding us from the world.
A blissful silence enveloped us, and it was as if no one else existed. Only us. Only our bodies, our hunger, our struggle against the conquering need which consumed our last shred of sanity as we moved in sync.
It was all I’d ever hoped for in a night of passion.
Exhilarating and heartbreaking with every thrust.
My life had been nothing before these stolen moments with Adrian. I’d never connected with a man, never enjoyed that surrender and intimacy. I was as vulnerable as any woman could be, offering her body and pleasures, and yet I’d never felt so safe.
Adrian’s motions captured me with gentle control. Our bodies collided, my back pressed against his chest, our hips dancing together in thrilling harmony. We sweated, and the heat ensnared me with dangerous excitement. He pinned me against him as his hand reached low, rubbing gentle circles around my swollen clit.
I moaned his name. I stole his kiss. I ground against his cock.
And it thrilled me that everything Adrian and I once had was forever and irrevocably changed.
This was something beautiful. A wonderful expression of feelings and words and desires I didn’t dare whisper aloud. His body rocked against me, and my thoughts dissolved into pure instinct.
How could I take more of his length?
His cock filled me to the hilt yet expected so much more. His fingers danced over my slit, dizzying me with breath-stealing circles. And his timeless scent of whiskey, tobacco, and everything nostalgic cocooned me within all that was Adrian.
And I was lost.
His voice grumbled pure pleasure, rumbling through my body before centering in my clenching core.
“Come…” His command utterly decimated me. “Hold tight to me. I’m not stopping until I’ve taken you completely.”
What else could he want?
What else did I have to give?
Only one lingering, troublesome, terrifying realization that could never become reality.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you…” Adrian promised with an even deeper thrust. “Every last drop of my seed will take root inside you.”
A burning, unrelenting fire churned through my body, nearly buckling me in two over his pulsing cock.
“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered. “Can’t even imagine you swollen with my baby….”
I pushed my hips back to meet his. “It’ll work this time. I know it.”
“Of course it will—I’m gonna cum deep inside of you, you won’t be able to move, think, or breathe without feeling me everywhere.”
“It’ll be perfect…” My body ached with an ever-burning fever. “I’ll give you a baby. I promise, Adrian.”
He twisted me, letting me turn so he could capture me in a blazing kiss. I groaned against him, lost withing the fire of his embrace.
This was beyond friendship.
Beyond anything.
With every thrust, with every crushing blitz of ecstasy, he propelled me into an oblivion of wonderfully dangerous consequences. And the deeper we explored, the less likely it became that we would ever return. That path was gone. Lost in a haze of desire.
But what lay ahead might’ve been the most beautiful and terrifying connection in the world.
Because as close as I felt to him in that moment, our overwhelming passion would become the chaos that could drive us apart. Frighten us. Revealed to us something beyond what this proposition had promised.
I couldn’t stop. As long as we hid within each other’s arms, as long as I took his cock this deeply, we could pretend that now would last forever. We could take each other. Hold each other. Enjoy each other.
Love each other?
It was a dangerous thought, yet the word blasted in my mind just as fiercely as the pleasure which threatened to overwhelm me.
I ached. I cried out. And Adrian’s fingers circled my clit with an expert’s caress.
I surrendered to the inevitable.
Not only the pleasure, but something more.
We came together, and the intensity nearly drove me mad. I clutched at his arms, rocking my hips. I forced him deeper as his heat melted through me and ignited all remaining fears.
Adrian offered a pleasure so divine, so otherworldly it was as if he was the only force tethering me to this world while I crumpled and cried.
I sunk against his chest, broken and quivering, writhing with a singular ecstasy that tormented me with bursts of relief, hope, amazement, and absolute submission.
Why would I fight this? These feelings, these instincts within me?
My body belonged to Adrian. My womb was his to fill. My soul an offered gift to the one man I knew would cherish it.
His seed jetted within me. Once. Twice. And then I couldn’t count anymore. He coated me and blanketed every hidden part of me with the overwhelming force of his desire. The mess was enough to crush me with delight once more.
I broke down. Tears on my cheeks. Body breaking with the intensity of his attentions.
And yet, even as we stilled, the fantasy didn’t end. My thoughts twisted and confused me, and the rush of my orgasm blinded me to anything rational.
I wanted more of this.
I wanted to remain captured in his arms.
I longed to come upon his cock as he filled me again and again.
I begged to stay in his bed, resting at his side, offering my body day and night until he put a baby inside of me.
Because then, I would be his, for all the days and nights after.
But even as the pleasure swept me into oblivion, the decadent fantasy terrified me.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
I wasn’t allowed to feel these things.
I wasn’t meant to want him this much.
But Adrian cradled me in his arms, and he ensured my hips pressed against his, sealing me with his still-hardened cock to ensure every drop of his seed stayed buried in me.
Adrian was the one who would always come for me when I was lost.
It was his advice that once banished any confusions.
It had always been his embrace which chased away my fears.
And yet, I couldn’t turn to him now, when I needed him the most. Adrian was a wonderful, passionate lover. But he was also my best friend.
And the hope that he might remain both was just too foolish.
15
Adrian
For eight years, I woke every morning with a singular goal.
Win the championship trophy.
For the past eight weeks, I woke with a new obsession.
Clover.
Clover’s kiss.
Clover’s body.
Clover’s womb.
Even the most dedicated hockey player could change his priorities when presented with a beautiful woman sitting naked in his lap, grinding her wet and eager pussy against the shaft of his bare cock.
I wasn’t inside of her. Not yet. But the velvet slickness of her delicate petals caressing my length was the most sadistic and wonderful of tortures.
I held her tight, my hands on her hips. The woman was maddening. One moment she was knocking at my door, finally returning home after a long, three-day shift with the airline. The next? I’d shredded her clothing. Dropped the cushions off my couch. And wrapped her within my embrace to feel the softness of her dark skin pressed against me.