“Adam?”
No response. Fine, he didn’t want to talk. So she kissed him again, the side of his mouth, the corner, brushing her lips over his, carefully avoiding the cut on his lip. She moved on to the curve of his jaw and the hollow of his cheek before returning to his mouth. “Everything’s all right.”
Again and again she kissed him, gentle and soft and sweet. His mouth was firm and his breath warm. He breathed out and she breathed in, his lips opening the smallest amount to her.
“I’m all right,” he murmured. His cock bumped at her inner thigh, tenting his soft sleeping pants. “It was just a bad dream. It’s not a big deal.”
“Okay,” she said. “We don’t have to talk about it.”
“Princess…” He sighed, opening his mouth fully to her, letting her tangle her tongue with his. Oh yeah. She canted her head and kissed him deeply, thoroughly. Gave him all the love and care she had in her. Every ounce of warmth and affection and deep and abiding lust he inspired in her, she returned to him tenfold. He was so potently male. Her hormones hit hyper-drive at the mere scent of him. She wanted to rub herself all over him, touch and taste every part of him. It was kind of scary how much he got to her. But this remained the physical, the down and dirty. No problem—she could keep her secrets separate from this. Not her heart—he already had it. But the secrets would stay safe. They had to. His life depended on it.
He pushed up her tank top and his fingers found her stiff, aching nipples and teased them just right. Everything inside her pulled tight. Only Adam got her this hot this fast. She ground herself against his erection. Sex had always been a good thing, but only with Adam had it had become great. Earth-shattering. Heavenly. He knew exactly how to touch her and how to read her subtle cues.
Things spiraled out of control and became more frantic.
Their teeth chinked together more than once.
She pushed down Adam’s pants sufficiently to free his cock, and his fingers found her beneath the loose cotton bed shorts she wore. A habit from warmer nights in stuffy apartments on Earth, but then her husband was furnace hot. Adam always warmed her.
He eased a finger into her *, sliding it inside to tease her. Two fingers. He thrust in and pulled out with gentle sucking noises. She was so wet. Three fingers and his pinky played over her anus, making her ass cheeks flinch and clench.
Her retribution was her firm grip stroking his cock. Her thumb toyed with the sweet spot below the head.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Princess.”
“In me.”
“Mmm.”
She lined the blunt head of his cock up with her entrance, pushed back slowly, steadily, until he was seated fully within her. Until she had taken every inch of him and the pleasurable, slightly overfull feeling had her in its grip.
They hadn’t tried this position before, nose to nose and chest to chest with her on top. She rose up then pushed back, relishing the feel of his cock driving into her. Over and over she rose and sank back onto him, faster and harder, more and more. Being in control felt awfully good. She ended up sitting upright astride him, riding him as she wished, and he let her have her way. His hands roamed over her hips and ass, belly and breasts, curved over her shoulders. Need rode her hard and she took it all out on him. She hadn’t meant to need anyone, never again, but Adam had snuck through to the heart of her.
The tension and heat bubbling up inside her became an insurmountable wave, washing over them both. Her husband gripped her hips and held her down on his cock as he finished inside her. Every nerve ending in her seemed brimming with life. Every last thing seemed magnified. It overwhelmed her. But Adam lay beneath her, the length of his body so solid and hard but also her soft place to fall. To lose him now would kill her. His heart beat strongly beneath her ear. It would all work out. Everything would be fine, this time.
It took her a long time to raise the energy to peel herself off him. “I think we’re both going to need a shower.”
“Mmm.” Adam threaded his fingers through the back of her hair, drew her down to him and kissed her soundly, several toe-curling times. She never wanted it to end. But it did. “What’s that red mark on your face?”
She opened her eyes to find the unhappy face back in full force. His dark brows were drawn straight in a pissy line. Unease unfurled in her gut.
“Did I do that?” His face scrunched up, eyes incredulous. His big hands lifted her off him and set her aside. “Fuck!”
Her post-coital bliss evaporated in an instant. “Adam, it’s nothing. You were asleep. You didn’t know.”