But I honestly don’t care that much, not when Adam has me hanging on by one twitch of his hand. After what seems like forever, the credits finally roll, and Adam releases my hands to turn off the TV.
“Are you ready?” he asks me.
“For what?” I want him to tell me what he has planned.
He smiles slowly, fingers dipping down to circle my pussy and back up. “To see my bedroom.”
21
Adam
My cock is so hard that I might pass out because there’s not enough blood flowing to my brain. But seeing Ollie worked up like this, biting her lip, panting as I slowly touch her, is well worth it. I guide her off the couch and down the hall to my bedroom, which is my favorite room in my apartment, and really the only one I had any say in decorating. I chose a bed that’s so big it takes up easily a quarter of the space. And I’m glad for it now.
The windows in here also look out over the Hudson, and I’ve got lights that can be set to custom setting. I turn them to a low setting, moody and dark so I can see Ollie but I’m not ruining the mood with bright lights.
She’s standing in the middle of the room, looking around at my bedroom, and I try to imagine how she’d see it. But I’m not sure what she’s thinking. Finally, “That’s an amazing bed.”
“I enjoy sleeping in a large one.”
“And other things?” She smirks.
I cross back to her. “And other things.”
Pulling her back against me, I kiss her neck again. I love this part of her, just like I love every part of her. Her skin is soft under my lips and tongue and I like feeling her react, the way her body tenses and anticipates and yields.
I find her zipper, pull it down, and suddenly the purple dress is a puddle around her feet and she’s dressed in nothing but lingerie that’s scraps of lace. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any harder. I was wrong.
Ollie looks over her shoulder at me as she walks to my bed and stretches out on it, lifting her ass in the air. Fuck. I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. I want to touch her, and I want to be naked when I do. But I don’t join her on the bed. I run my hand down her back, cup her ass, and on instinct I take a bite. She makes the most satisfying moan.
“There are so many things that I want to do with you, Ollie.”
“Like what?” She’s purposely moving her ass under my hand, and I feel like I’m hypnotized.
I draw my hand across her ass, and dare to touch her there. She stills, and I press my finger against her, almost hard enough to enter, but not quite. “Like this.”
Ollie turns around, coming to her knees on the bed so we’re almost the same height. I hadn’t seen her from the front in this underwear, and the deep purple lace is surrounded by straps that look like some kind of sexy web. The thong rides up on her hips and even though it hides nothing, that little piece of fabric makes my cock twitch.
“I’ve always wanted to try that,” she says.
I’m so distracted by the way she looks in lace that I almost don’t hear her. “What?”
She smiles slowly. “I said I’ve always wanted to try that. That and lots of other things.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “And how would you feel about trying that tonight?”
Ollie puts her hands around my neck and arches back, and my eyes have no choice but to drop down the line of her perfect, curvy, gorgeous body. “I’m not opposed. I think I’m just drunk enough to try.”
I stifle a groan. This wasn’t what I had planned. It’s way better. Dipping her back further, I cover one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking it through the fabric. “You’re going to need a warm-up orgasm,” I say, switching to her other breast and listening to her breath speed up.
“That won’t take long.”
I let her drop back on the bed and for the second time today I get the chance to bury my face in her pussy. I’ll never understand men who wouldn’t do this. It’s pure erotic energy. You can taste just how much a woman wants you, feel her clench down on your tongue and your fingers and nothing feels better than making her come with nothing but your mouth.
Her thong is still there, and I don’t bother to remove it. I lick her through the lace, using the friction of the fabric to my advantage. “Oh god,” Ollie says. She’s already squirming, and I bite down, softly teasing her with it.
I circle her clit with my tongue, over and over. Every time we’re together, I learn something about her, and I’ve already learned that I can lick her to climax if I just keep going, keeping it steady. Ollie pushes the thong down her legs, and I don’t stop, helping her pull it off while I seal my mouth over her. I take a second to dip inside her pussy and taste the sweetness there, but only a second. And then I’m back on her clit and loving every second of it.
Ollie’s hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and she’s moaning, making the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t help the urge, I reach down and stroke my cock, the pleasure the small taste I need to keep myself from coming.
Sealing my mouth over her clit, I suck hard, and Ollie yells. I feel her shake, her pussy surging wetness as she comes. Her body spasms, and I see her hands dig into the sheets. She breathes in sharp gasps, and I can almost see the waves of her orgasm moving through her body. She releases my hair suddenly, and I pull back to see her smiling.
“Was the teasing worth it?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I go to one of my drawers where I keep my condoms and lube and grab them. “Clearly I’ll have to do better next time.”
Ollie stretches, rolling over onto her stomach, already looking ravished and sated. “You’re going to do that again? It almost killed me this time.”
“I’ll do it until you say that it was absolutely worth it.”
She laughs. “We’ll see. Maybe we can make a deal.”
“What sort of deal?” I ask, crawling onto the bed with her, hauling her against me and kissing her. Fuck, my stomach drops when our lips meet and it feels big. Being with Ollie is better than I could have imagined.
“We’ll have to see if you try to tease me,” she says. “It’ll be a surprise.”
“I thought you hated surprises.”
She laughs. “Only when I’m the one being surprised.”
I grab the condom off the bed. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes.” She takes the condom from me and I have to grit my teeth as she rolls it down my cock. I’m so hard that a stiff breeze off the Hudson could make me blow.
She turns over again, and wiggles her ass at me, and I’m just…
“Shit, Ollie.”
She giggles, and I grab the lube. I stroke some onto my cock and some onto her ass, and fit myself against her. Stretching out over her, I make sure she can feel me—my chest pressed against her back, my legs on the outside of hers, my cock poised to take her ass. I press, and slowly, I feel her relax, give, and push back. I let up, and push in again. This is going to happen in inches. Millimeters. And I’m going to savor every second.
The tip of my cock slips inside her ass, and holy. Fucking. God.