He kisses me rough, frantic. His hands are everywhere, like he can’t touch enough of me.
Spinning me around, he pushes me against the wall. “I need to be inside you.” He breathes heavily against my mouth. “I just fucking…need…you, Evie.”
His words are my undoing.
His fingers skim my thighs. He takes hold of the hem of my dress. Bunching it up in his hands, he pulls it up and over my head.
I rip his shirt off, sending buttons scattering everywhere.
That’s when things get a little crazy.
Literally tearing off my bra, he slips his fingers into the cups, curling his hands into fists around it, and rips my bra in half. He shoves it off my shoulders, and I shake it the rest of the way to the floor.
I can’t even bring myself to care that he’s just shredded my new bra, the one I bought with the matching panties, which also just lost their life to his hands.
The silky material floats to the floor, landing on my bare feet, and I kick it away.
We both go for the button on his jeans at the same time. He lets me undo it.
I yank the zipper down, loving the sound it makes. It gives me chills, knowing that I’m that much closer to having him inside me. His eyes watch me the whole time.
When I have his jeans open, Adam shoves them down over his hips. That’s when I see he’s commando underneath them.
Holy fuck.
There’s just something about knowing he was naked underneath there the whole time that drives me wild, turning me on beyond reason.
I stare down at the beautiful sight of his thick cock straining upward, wanting me. My mouth waters.
That’s what I do to him.
It gives me a feeling of immense power, something that I rarely feel around Adam.
I want to drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, and taste him, but I don’t get a chance.
His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me, shoving me back against the wall.
Then, his mouth is on mine again, devouring me, as his cock thrusts up inside me.
I scream his name into his mouth.
But there’s no respite, no time to adjust to his size. He just starts fucking me, hard and thorough, and it’s so damn fucking good. He’s relentless, like a machine, and I love it.
I love him.
“Mine.” He slams home, his eyes pinned on mine. “Right now, you belong to me,” he growls.
“Yes,” I cry out.
My fingers slide into his hair, gripping it. I pull his mouth back to mine, and I kiss him hard and deep. I give all I can, and he takes it.
Then, suddenly, he pulls away from the wall, taking me with him, causing me to squeal out in surprise. I lock my ankles together around his back, my arms tight around his neck. We’re moving through the living room, him carrying me, still inside me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, clinging to him like a spider monkey.
I’ve always loved how strong Adam is. He carries me like there’s no effort at all, like I weigh nothing. And I definitely weigh something. The tubs of Chunky Monkey I eat regularly have made sure of that. But he makes me feel sexy and feminine in only that way he can.
“Bed. I need to fuck you on a flat surface.”
I don’t bother pointing out that he’s just passed a few flat surfaces on his route through the living room because I want to be in his bed.
He moves quickly up the stairs. Reaching his bedroom he walks in, and lays me down on the bed.
He comes down with me, but he pulls back, slipping out of me.
I hate the empty feeling left inside me.
But I’m quickly distracted when he starts kissing a path down my body, starting at my collarbone. He kisses my breast, licking and sucking. His teeth tug on my nipple, driving me wild.
He continues his descent, and then he slides off the bed. On his feet, he leans over me. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he yanks me down the bed until my ass is right on the edge. He drops to his knees before me.
There’s just something about seeing Adam kneeling down there, staring up at me, that does crazy things to my insides.