Amber's pov
Adrian's fingers were the most loving and his lips were the most sensual. His touches felt like ripples through my body. Like a love-struck patient, he gave me a satisfying dose from his very first touch. We kissed our way into a house I had never entered before, and my giggles in the car must have aroused him the more, as he started unbuttoning my top inside the car. He carried me out of the car like a newly wedded bride, and our lips remained locked together. All the doubts my grandmother had shared about our relationship faded away at that moment. The way he carried me made me feel the hardness of his manhood.
He dropped me onto the bed and tore my top off, as if it was blocking his view. Removing my bra was effortless. I could see the muscles of his arms rippling under his skin. He kissed me passionately, from my lips to my chin and down to my neck. Why was he so aggressive, as if we had been apart for a long time? Such intense desire might be the result of a long
