Chapter 76: Embracing Vulnerability

He flipped her over to lay on top of her.

He was done waiting. He wanted her now!

He popped a nipple in his mouth while one hand traced her torso downward, finding its way to work immediately in between her legs.

"Oh…Adrian," she moaned as she felt his touch. The sensation sent a jolt through her heart, quickening its pace.

He needed to get her ready for him fast. He moved further down to do the needful. She gave out a delightful sound as his lips met her vulva.

The familiar feeling took over and her body geared up in passion. He gave a low grunt as he licked and probed. The thought that she was getting wet by him, for him, made his shaft harden. He parted her essence to see her opening better. She was exquisite.

He pushed through with a finger, but it seemed so tight.

Will she be able to take him?

"Have you been with anyone after your baby?"

"No!," she cried out. "I want you, Adrian...now...please."

He climbed on top of her and used the tip of his shaft to rub her wet opening, up and down, prodding, poking. She was literally shaking beneath him.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes to do so.

His eyes held a magnetic pull that she could not resist. The intensity of his gaze left her feeling exposed, as if he possessed the power to unravel the secrets hidden deep within her.

He wanted to see her gleaming eyes as he took her. He wasn't teasing her, he didn't want to hurt her because he was in doubt she would be able to accommodate him.

He put in the tip and removed it. She gasped and froze, holding in her breath for a moment.

"Breathe," he said.

She exhaled, her chest rising and falling against his.

He kept going in and coming out like he was defining a path.

She placed her hand on the furthest part her hands could reach on his arse, tilting her hips upwards, urging him on.

He studied her closely, looking for any signs of pain. But all he could see was hunger and fierce desire. He allowed himself go and buried himself deep inside her folds.

"Oh Adrian…." she moaned loudly and held on to him. She could not help her eyelids closing as he took her, her body relishing in the passion he brought upon her.

This is what her first time should have felt like.

Her delightful heat encompassed his shaft. It felt like that was where he should be; him with her and she with him.

Why did this particular woman make him feel this way? He had been with untold women, but this feeling with her was different.

He began riding her and just when she couldn't sound better, her cry of passion was making him lose control.

The back of her head dug deeper into the bed as she held tightly on to him. She couldn't help a tear from rolling out of her closed eyes.

His thumb wiped the tear away as soon as he saw it.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked, stopping.

"No," she said, smiling. She felt too good not to. "Please, don't stop."

"Let me know if you want me to, okay?" he said before carrying on.

'I'll never want you to stop. I'll remain here as long as you wish,' she thought to herself.

Time seemed to stand still as their bodies moved in a harmonious rhythm, a dance of two bodies yearning to be closer, to merge into one.

With each moment, the physical boundaries between them blurred, and Sharon felt as though she were floating in a sea of pure sensation and connection.

He would occasionally stop and kiss her, to make sure she was alright.

She had to be okay.

He also didn't want to come too soon. He wished their linkage would last for a long while. He loved being with her that way and wanted it to last for as long as possible. He relished in her beauty and especially the tone of her voice in his name.

It felt like his name was wrapped in some form of deliciousness in her throat before it came out from her lips.

Going in and out of her made Sharon feel emotions she swore she would never feel again. But then again, with the way he kissed and touched her, he brought these emotions to light.

She didn't mind them for now. They made her body feel incredible, her mind was also in a good place. And Adrian was a delight to look at, to touch, to feel, especially as he was so deep inside her.

His shaft caressing her inner walls took her to unfamiliar heights. What she did with Bob wasn't coition. Even at the beginning of their relationship, it didn't feel this good.

Adrian was a sex god. He knew what to do, where to touch, like he had the manual for her body and its desires.

Like right then, when his movements intensified against her and his warm lips on her skin; kissing, sucking and licking.

"Come to me, Sharon," she heard him say.

She felt a sensation beginning to build without decline, like a feeling begging to be free. It ravaged her body, and she let out a loud, long moan of his name as she climaxed.

He continued stroking until he reached his peak. He did come inside of her as he intended.

In the aftermath, as they lay intertwined, breathless and spent, a serene contentment settled over Sharon. The sweet feeling of being desired, cherished, and utterly seen enveloped her like a soft embrace.

She felt alive, awakened by the passion that had surged between them, grateful for the unexpected connection that had ignited a fire in her heart after years of dormancy.

He knew about the hormonal imbalance she had before her baby.

She most likely won't get pregnant.

Perhaps she would.

He was cool either way.