Four Day Fling(17)

He kissed me thoroughly before his lips trailed over my jaw. He kissed down my neck, taking my dress down my body as he went. He stood, pulling it all the way down my legs, and left it to join his shirt on the floor.

He explored my body with both his hands and his mouth. From my collarbone to my naked chest and over my nipples to the waistband of my underwear. He was relentless and methodical, kissing every inch and touching even more.

He pulled my underwear to the side, his mouth almost trailing the path of it as he pulled it. It took him no time at all to find my clit with his tongue and get to work. He played it like magic, knowing exactly how to tease and toy to get me to cum. It circled and spiraled and flicked until my hips were bucking beneath him and I could barely breathe as the orgasm took hold of my body.

He loved it, holding my pussy in his mouth until I was limp in his hands.

Then, he stood, tossing his underwear to the side. The condom came out of nowhere—I couldn’t fucking see, he’d damn well blinded me with that orgasm—and he parted my legs as if he were meant to be between them.

The head of his cock rubbed my clit a few times before he finally pushed inside me. It was relief of the most devilish kind—perfect yet torturous at the same time. I didn’t know what he had in store for me, but I still wanted it.

Wanted him.

He didn’t hold back. His hands slid up my body until they were positioned either side of my head and mine were wrapped firmly around his neck.

He fucked me deep and hard, driven by nothing but desire. My pussy clenched around his hard cock, and every second made me hotter and more anxious for the orgasm I knew was coming.

My heart pounded, lungs tightening as I tried to get control on my breathing. I grasped at him as if he were an anchor to the Earth as the pleasure built in me. With each steady stroke of his cock, I came closer to the edge until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I gave in to the hot flush of pleasure that flooded my body. The orgasm hit me hard, dangerously so, and my body arched and writhed in response to it.

The strength he held me with said his orgasm had hit him just as hard as mine. We rode it out together until we both collapsed in a limp heap.

He was good—so fucking good. My vagina honestly wanted to cry and weep and bow to his penis. That was just the facts of it.

I nudged him off me after a minute or so. Hot sex or not, a girl needed to wipe and get panties. And pee. That was real life, and while pornstars might have gone to sleep like that, I was no pornstar and the camera wasn’t about to shut off on me.

I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and grabbed clean panties on the way back. Adam had done little more than removing the condom and drop it into the trash.

Still, that didn’t stop him rolling over and hugging me.

“What are you doing?” I muttered.

“Sleeping.”

“People don’t touch me when I sleep.”

“At all?”

“At all,” I confirmed. “I can’t be touched.”

He threw up his arms and rolled onto his back.

Sighing happily, I got comfortable on my side, snuggling down.

Adam reached over and grabbed my ass.

I cleared my throat.

“Compromise,” he muttered.

And a compromise it was.

***

I groaned and rolled over. There was a heavy as hell weight on my stomach, and I didn’t like it. And it didn’t make any sense since I couldn’t sleep when someone was touching me.

I opened my eyes after a few heavy blinks and looked at the hand on the bed right next to mine. Slowly, I followed the tanned, strong arm from the hand up to the shoulder that belonged to Adam Winters.

How had this happened?

Slowly, I wriggled my way out of his hold and onto the floor. I was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and I crossed my arm over my boobs as I tiptoed into the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My eye makeup was smudged, making me look a little too much like a baby panda bear, and my lipstick was smeared at the corner of my mouth.

I grabbed a facial wipe—or two—and cleared my face of the mess that had been created by sex and lots of kissing. As I wiped the final black smudges from my eye, I reached into the spacious walk-in shower and turned on the hot water.

I finished cleaning my face and tossed the wipe into the trashcan next to the sink. Taking off my clothes took me all of two seconds, and I stepped into the shower under the hot water.

I blew out a long breath as the power shower beat down on my shoulders. It worked my muscles as I rolled and twisted side to side, making sure my entire body felt the effects of the hot water.

The door slid open.

I turned with a jerk. “What are you doing in here?”

“Showering,” Adam murmured, stepping up behind me, completely naked. He pulled the door shut and wrapped one arm around me. “What are you doing?”

“Showering,” I said simply. “What else am I doing in a shower?”

“I can think of a few things we could do in the shower.”

“I’m sure you can, but this isn’t a porn movie, and I just want to wash my hair.”

He laughed, kissing my shoulder, his head dipping under the stream of water. “So, wash your hair.”

“I’ll probably punch you in the face.”

“I think I’ll survive.”