Caught By Claire

Adam must have gotten tired of waiting for my answers because he dipped his head and pecked my lips softly. 

However, that was for a start, because immediately after that, he wrapped his hands around my waist, drew me closer to him, and pecked my lips again. 

He withdrew his face thereafter, taking note of my facial expression, to know if he should go on. 

I knew he was waiting for a go ahead, so that it wouldn’t be like he was bullying me into kissing him. 

Foolish me thought that the act was cute. 

I must have nodded my head at one time, because before I could say jack, his lips were on mine, and this time around, his tongue was attempting to push past the protection of my lips into my mouth. 

Yet I was not responsive. Not because I wasn't into the kiss, but because I didn't exactly know how to kiss. . 

“You haven’t kissed before?” A note of incredulity rang in his voice, as he withdrew from me the second time.

I shook my head in reply, wondering if he would go away when I heard him mutter ‘f*ck’. Of course he would know now that I was a virgin. 

Should I have told him that I wasn't a virgin? And where was Naomi? I wondered, wanting her to come down now. This stuation was awkward as f*ck now. 

I wanted to be out of here. I felt stupid too—not sure if it was because I had allowed Adam to kiss me or because I didn’t know how to kiss.

When Adam noticed my abrupt change of mood, he sighed and dropped a kiss on my lips, bringing my attention back to the softness of his lips. 

“Hey, don’t worry. I can teach you. We will take it slow and steady.”  He whispered, making me wonder if s*x was the only thing that can manage to bring out this side of him.  I have never heard this voice octave.

My heart raced wildly and fast again when he lowered his mouth on mine, when his fingers began their tracing sequence at my back and around my waist.  

He pushed at my lips, and I opened. I didn’t want this to end.

Adam let his tongue into my mouth expertly, using it to guide the motion of mine around his mouth. It was fussy at first, but then it got better and became so d*mn sweet.  

The kiss felt like soft rain on a summer evening. It felt like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation I had ever felt. I was lost, totally lost in it.

But then he broke away, and chose to stare at me, perhaps gauging my expressions.

His eyes were filled with so much lust, and surprise. 

Yes, I could see that too, though I had no reason why, because before I could think on that, he returned his lips to mine. 

This time when Adam’s lips mashed against mine, it was more violent.

He kissed me as if he was trying to flatten and destroy my mouth, as if trying to state his claim on me.

I was taken aback. For a second, I couldn't breathe. My mind was a blank slate until I felt those tingles again.

They assailed my body like rushing water that had broken over a dam. And when they attacked me, I welcomed them with open arms, and hungrily pushed back.

The bristles of Adam’s immature beard scratched against my soft cheeks when I gripped his head firmly—acting out of instinct—as if to keep him from escaping. 

Then, I worked my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other. 

I kissed him like he wanted to be kissed, like no girl had ever kissed him—or so I thought—soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. 

The heat rose in his loins as my tongue danced with his tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.

I was moaning now, and I could literally hear his grunts of pleasure and it filled me with some kind of weird pride knowing that my kiss was doing that to him. 

I gasped softly when I felt his hand begin to snake toward my breast region. Were we really going to do it here? In Naomi’s kitchen?

A light brush of his finger around my nipple caused me to tighten my thighs in anticipation.  But that anticipation was caught short when I heard a light scream right behind me. 

I knew it wasn’t Naomi. Naomi’s voice wasn’t as shrill as that. 

No. This was even worse. 

It was Claire, and in the next second, she was dragging my hair, dragging me away from Adam, and into the reality that I had been smooching a forbidden fruit.