LOGINInside the bedroom, both now fully undressed. Adrian layed her gently on the bed, and then he spread her legs wide before burying his face in between her thighs.
Eva moaned when she felt his tongue touch the inside of her right thigh. Her whole body vibrating at the contact. Adrian holds her firmly by the hips and continued to lick both of her inner thighs moving ever closer to her clit.
When he touched his tongue on her clit, she definitely felt like she was in cloud nine.
Daniel, her husband rarely went down on her, he always used her for his pleasure before giving her any. But Adrian was doing to her all the things she never knew she had missed.
He spread her legs so wide they hurt. Then he plunged his tongue deep into her clit. It felt like his tongue was a foot long. She was scared and excited at the same time. Daniel never made her feel like this. She tried to close her legs around his head but he kept his hands on her thighs, prying them apart. She could feel him kissing and sucking on her pussy lips and it was driving her crazy.
He seemed to be hitting all of her pleasure points, even those she didn't even know she had because her husband never made her feel this way. She felt teeth clamping down on her clit, biting hard enough to make her feel good and not enough to hurt. If he kept this up for much longer, she was going to cum.
Adrian seemed to sense this and he stopped.
She was out of breath as he moved up to her face and caressed her cheeks with his fingertips, gently kissing her neck as he did. Kissing down her neck to her chest, moving his hands to her tits, he sucked on her erect nipples, gently raking his teeth across them. He squeezed her tits, rolling her erect nipples between finger and thumb. Beth let out a long moan.
He whispered in her ear, "Do you like that?"
She tried to say yes but couldn't get herself to utter a word from the pleasure she was getting, so she nodded.
Suddenly, he rolled her over, face down on the bed. "I'm going to make you feel so good...Eva."
She nodded again.
She had no intention of resisting or fighting back. All feelings of guilt and shame where far buried away, all she wanted now, was him, buried deep inside her.
Adrian kissed the back of her neck and down her arms to her hands and sucked each of her fingers, one at a time. Then he kissed down the small of her back to her ass. "Mmmm, your little ass looks tasty, my sweet. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?"
He moved down, planting kisses all over her ass cheeks. He then spread her cheeks and pressed a finger to her rosebud.
Eva gasped.
He gently inserted his finger up to the first knuckle and she whimpered. He removed his finger. "My, my... you're very tight."
He again licked the insides of her thighs, moving slowly to her rosebud. He lightly touched it with his tongue and she shuddered. He then slowly forced his tongue in. The feeling was amazing and she pushed back into him so that his tongue went deeper. Her husband had never given her ass any attention.
She never thought her ass could feel like this. Hearing her moan, he reached around and fingered her pussy but again he stopped before she came. Eva was so frustrated, being brought to the brink but not allowed to cum.
He whispered in her ear again, "Mmm, you do taste as good as I thought you would, Eva."
He straddled her, putting a leg on the bed on each side of her thighs but taking his weight on his arms so he didn't crush her. With him in this position, she felt his cock touch her ass. She wanted him to put his cock in her, she was dripping wet already.
Again he whispered. "Do you want me inside you, Eva?"
Eva definitely wanted him inside her, so she nodded her head.
He positioned her on her knees, took her face in his hands and kissed her lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned as he kissed her. He put a hand on the back of her head and brought her mouth to his cock. He used his other hand to touch the tip of his cock to her lips, spreading his pre-cum on them.
She didn't resist as he parted her lips with the head of his cock. She greedily tried to take it all in but she got about half in and began to choke. He whispered, "Easy my dear, there is no rush."
She slowly sucked on his cock, taking what she could without choking. He ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked him, telling her what a good girl she is.
Eva never had any trouble deep throating her husband -- but Adrian was huge compared to Daniel. He pulled his cock from her mouth. "Here, suck on my balls, baby."
His balls were huge as well and she only got one in her mouth at a time. She could handle both of her husband's balls at once with no problem. After sucking on each of his balls, he put his cock back into her mouth and she bobbed her head up and down on it, only taking about half in.
As she sucked him, he reached back and played with her ass, not entering a finger but caressing her cheeks with his fingertips.
Eva looked him lustfully in the inside as she sucked him.
He knew what she wanted.
Her eyes said it all.
So he took control, urging her backwards until she was lying flat on the bed. He gripped her hips, pulled her beneath him, and then kissed her again. She moaned and pulled up her knees to hug his hips. He ground against her, teasing her, making her want him more than she ever thought was possible.
“Fuck me.”
And he did.
In one quick stroke he was inside her wet clit.
Eva drove home with her hands trembling on the wheel, the streetlights smearing into streaks of gold through the film of sweat and exhaustion glazing her eyes. Her body still ached with the memory of Adrian—his mouth, his hands, his heat, his voice whispering I love you against her skin.And she had said it back.The guilt hit her in slow, nauseating waves.By the time she parked in front of the house, her legs were barely steady enough to carry her up the porch steps.She pushed the door open.Daniel was on the couch, half-asleep with the TV humming quietly in the background. He lifted his head at the sound.“There you are,” he said, voice groggy. “I was getting worried.”Eva froze.He looked at her with soft eyes—tired, hopeful. The same eyes of the man she married. The man she once loved enough to move mountains for.And she had been in another man’s bed.Her pulse hammered painfully.“I’m—sorry,” she managed. “I… went for a drive.”“At night?” He frowned gently. “You hate driving
Eva's resolve cracked in a single heartbeat.She tried—God, she tried—to push him away, but her hands fisted in his shirt instead, pulling him closer, needing something she couldn’t name.He lifted her effortlessly onto the counter, his hands sliding to her hips as his mouth devoured every protest she failed to voice.“Eva,” he whispered against her lips, “I told you. You belong here.”“Adrian…” she whispered, already trembling. “Please don’t—”“Don’t what?” he breathed, kissing the hollow of her throat. “Don’t remind you how much you want me?”She gasped, fingers clutching his shoulders.He kissed her again — softer this time, but deeper, drawing a sound from her she tried to swallow.“This isn’t fair,” she whispered brokenly.He lifted her face. “I’m not trying to be fair. I’m trying to keep what’s mine.”Her breath shook.“Adrian…” she gasped.He swallowed her name like a promise.She was supposed to end things.She was supposed to be strong.She was supposed to remember Daniel.Bu
Eva stood outside Adrian’s apartment door for nearly a full minute, her hand frozen above the handle, her breath shallow with dread. She had told herself she wouldn’t come. She had rehearsed a dozen speeches — firm, final, reasonable.We have to stop.Daniel is back.Whatever we had can’t continue.But the moment Daniel had fallen asleep and his quiet, trusting breathing filled the bedroom, guilt had slithered up her spine like a phantom. The truth pressed against her ribs until she could barely breathe.She needed to end this.She needed to walk away.But here she was anyway.Because Adrian had said tonight, and something in his voice had told her he meant it.Her fingers trembled as she finally knocked.The door opened almost instantly, like he’d been standing right behind it in a black T-shirt, hair slightly tousled, eyes sharp and unreadable. The apartment behind him was dimly lit, warm, quiet — far too intimate.Adrian stepped aside silently, his eyes never leaving hers.“Come in
The next day, Eva had spent the entire morning trying to keep her nerves from fraying. Daniel was stronger today — showered, dressed, even trying to make his own breakfast despite her protests. His recovery was almost unreal, a rapid bloom of strength that made the doctors ecstatic.Except one.Adrian.She hadn’t seen or heard from him al day — a silence that felt too intentional to be comforting. But his last message from last night still clung to her mind like cold fingers:“If you won’t talk, I’ll come to you.”She tried to ignore it, tried to shove it into the darkest corner of her thoughts.Until the doorbell rang.A sharp, insistent chime that made her spine go rigid.Daniel looked up from the couch. “Expecting someone?”“No,” Eva whispered, already feeling her pulse spike.She walked slowly toward the door — part of her praying it was a neighbor, a delivery, anyone else. But her hand trembled on the lock.When she opened the door, her breath caught.Adrian stood on the doorstep
The world had changed again — and this time, it was spinning faster than Eva could keep up.Days had passed since Daniel woke, and every one of them felt like walking through a dream she was terrified to wake from. The hospital room that once echoed with the soft hum of machines now carried laughter, cautious conversation, and the sound of life returning.Daniel’s recovery had stunned everyone — the nurses, the specialists, even the head neurologist.But most of all, it had stunned Adrian.He stood at the edge of the ward most mornings, white coat crisp, face unreadable. His notes were precise, his tone professional, but Eva saw the cracks — the way his gaze lingered too long on her, the subtle tension in his jaw when Daniel smiled.It was as though Daniel’s survival was an affront to him.And perhaps, in some ways, it was.Daniel’s condition improved faster than anyone anticipated. His speech sharpened, his movements regained strength, and though the doctors urged caution, he was det
The next morning came, and for a moment, Eva forgot everything — the guilt, the secrets, the weight of last night.She blinked at the ceiling, the faint sound of rain still echoing in her memory. Adrian’s arm was draped around her waist, heavy and possessive, his breath warm against the back of her neck. It should have felt comforting. It didn’t.Her body still ached from the night before, and yet her mind felt more awake than ever. She could feel her pulse where his fingers rested against her skin, steady and certain — as though he was anchoring her to him, refusing to let go.“Good morning,” Adrian’s voice murmured against her hair.Eva turned slightly, forcing a small smile. “Morning.”He brushed his lips across her shoulder. “You didn’t sleep much.”“I tried,” she whispered. “My mind wouldn’t stop.”Adrian propped himself up on one elbow, studying her face. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”She didn’t have to ask what he meant.“Yes,” she admitted softly. “It feels so…







