YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME NOW

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He backs up a step to regard me. Now it’s his eyes on my lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” he mumbles.

Before I can process what was said, Adam leans forward again and traps my lips in a cold, wet kiss.

His tongue works wonders. They are not shy to slide into my mouth and battle with mine as I feel his hand on my waist, forcing most of my sanity to evaporate.

I melt into the sensations rippling through me. Slowly, Adam starts to move, and I follow his steps without thinking of where he’s leading me until he tilts me backward and I feel my butt landing softly on a bed.

He bends over in front of me, setting his hands on the bed to hold his weight.

“I want you,” he whispers breathlessly against my lips. “Can I take you?”

I’ve never heard a man speaking so politely about sex before, and it shocks me more that it’s coming from Adam, as he always portrayed himself as aloof and rude.

My heart skips several beats at his request, though, and I find myself nodding rapidly.

“Tell me you want me,” he says.

“I…” His hand suddenly grazes my womanhood through my pants, and the rest of my words are replaced with a moan.

“What did you say?” He gently undoes the buttons of my pants and zips the zipper down. Then he slides his cold fingers into my underwear. This time, it makes contact with the little flood going on down there.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He does a brief fingering of my clitoris, but it’s enough to make me jerk my hip forward, moaning out more. “Fuck, take me, Adam, I want you so… badly.”

“That is more like it.” He tilts me back on the bed so that I’m lying on my back.

Then he sets himself between my legs and lays on me but still supports his weight by planting one of his elbows beside my head.

His body is so close… so close that I feel heat radiating from him, his chest brushing lightly against my breast.

While our kiss goes on to the point breathing is history, his free hand dives under my top and trails along my side, fingers gliding over my ribs before gently grabbing my breast.

I moan into his mouth, arching my back in desperation as his thumb circles my nipple until it hardens under his touch.

Sparks of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and it feels as if I’m trapped in an unending edge. Like Moses looking down at Canaan, I can see my own climax, but I can’t grasp it.

So I reach up, my fingers threading through Adam’s hair as I let him taste me thoroughly through the kiss—taste my hunger, taste my desperation, taste my heat.

He digs his hand between my back and the bed to hold me, then slides up the bed with me in his arms so that we are now lying in the middle.

Straddling my leg, he lets his knee caress my pussy, and the pressure makes me grind up subconsciously as I feel the slickness building up between my legs.

My folds grow wet with each subtle movement, while Adam’s dick presses against my hip, hard and hot through his pants.

I slide my hands down his back to feel his muscles flex under my palms. Then I tug at his shirt with the urgent need to feel more of him, to transfer warmth through our bare skin.

Adam catches my signal and breaks the kiss long enough for me to pull his shirt off, after which his mouth returns to mine, hungrier now. 

However, it doesn’t last a proper minute before he shifts his lips to my neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there as I tilt my head to expose more of myself to him.

Each pull of his mouth sends waves of heat to pool in my lower abdomen. In reaction to that, my pussy clenches with a craving to be filled.

His hand continues its exploration, sliding lower over my stomach until his fingers brush the top of my mound, causing me to hold my breath in waiting.

He lifts his face to look at me, and our eyes connect, passion and want buried deep within his.

He doesn’t seem to understand the kind of tension he has left me in. If he did, his fingers wouldn't still be hovering over my mound, keeping me in suspense.

However, as I now watch him smirk, I begin to wonder whether he knows so and whether his action is intentional. After all, he must have seen the lustful heaviness in my eyes. He must have understood my unspoken, unwritten language expressed by my body.

“Do it…” I gasp out.

Adam’s grin widens. “Do what?”

His fingertips part my pussy lips and stroke my wetness before I can reply, earning a soft cry from me, the direct contact of his cold fingers on my swollen clit making my whole body jerk with pleasure as he circles it slowly.

I reach subconsciously between us, and my hand finds the hard length of his cock through his jeans. I realize the latter caught most of his pre-cum.

Adam tenses lightly as I start stroking and squeezing him through his pants, feeling his dick twitch and grow even harder under my fingers.

Its heat seeps through my palm, which adds to the warmth already circulating within me.

His lips part as a groan slips through them, and although I didn’t know that a man expressing his need with a simple groan could be this hot, what gets more of my attention is his eyes. Eyes bearing favorable filth and darkness around them, urging me to surrender, to be dominated completely.

Somehow, I respond to that.

While he’s still circling my clit, I continue stroking his dick through his jeans, our bodies moving together in a dance I never knew existed—an intimate dance; a tangle of desire and pleasure.

Our torsos grind against each other. Every sensation builds on the wet slide of his finger, the slow movement of my hands, the pining in our connected gaze, and the sound of our breathing growing heavier.

My nipples rub against his bare chest through my thin top, sending jolts of electricity through me, which must have traveled to him, too, seeing as his body grows a little more rigid as his cock throbs in my hand.

“You have to fuck me now,” I whisper. “You really have to.”