Chapter 84: Encore

Her anticipation heightened, and she beckoned to him, imploring him to guide her back into that realm of pleasure once more.

Her subtle and soft moans drove him over the edge. He lifted her legs up, tilting her essence to his shaft, and he pushed into her in one swift move even though she wasn't very wet. He didn't prepare her well enough to receive him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I really need to be inside you right now," he rasped.

He didn't move, he remained encapsulated deep inside her. Moving in and out might hurt her, and make her sore, instead, he rolled his hips against her and pinched her nipple, allowing her some time to secrete enough juice to lubricate the friction.

Sharon felt like his length was resting at the deepest she had ever felt a man. It felt so perfect, being joined to him like that.

He soon began moving, a sweet rhythm that made her climb higher in pleasure. His shaft touched her in all the right places. He pushed in relentlessly and pulled out rigorously, making her cry out in passion and delight.

"Adrian… please…don't stop," she pleaded, her arms across his back.

His lips caught hers as his hips slammed deep between her legs. He slowed down as he sensed the aura of his orgasm. His thrusts became urgent, her feel became fervent, his body more tense.

In the quest of his own satisfaction, he brought Sharon to her climax.

The persistent stimulation of her delicate, sensitive inner walls gradually pushed her to the brink of her limits.

The display of her peaked pleasure made him burst and release himself inside her.

They held on to each other, and relished in the height of their pleasure. He laid on her, his head on her breasts.

His longing for her proved overwhelming, too much for him to manage. He had yearned for her from the moment he first laid eyes on her, even before the helicopter ride. Somehow, he had somehow maintained his composure until that point.

There was no better place than where he was at that moment, on top of her, in complete possession of her body. Her heart remained the only territory he was yet to conquer.

Sharon affectionately caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair, and her body had become accustomed to his presence, which brought her joy. She had no reservations when it came to Adrian.

Being with him made sense, and he consistently exceeded expectations in delivering pleasure.

She was aware that this connection would eventually come to an end.

While she couldn't predict when, she was determined to offer herself to him for as long as he desired, with one exception: if he were to marry another woman.

That would be a deal-breaker.

She cannot do to a marriage, what Nicole did to hers.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, feeling guilty about his haste.

"No," she responded, smiling mischievously. "You were great, and deep and sweet and hard…"

He raised his head to look at her.

"You weren't bad yourself. I feel like I should be with you always."

They shared that look again.

"Do you feel like that too?" he asked.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

She gave him a small smile and nodded.

He kissed her before getting up.

"I need to pee," he informed her and made his way to the bathroom.

He returned shortly after with a wet towel. He climbed the bed and kneeled just by her legs to clean her up. He held her gaze as he opened her legs; he started by cleaning her inner thighs before rubbing the wet towel on her essence.

She sat up, resting on her elbows, to look at what he was doing.

He took his sweet time cleaning her folds, her bud, and her slit. He used a cleaner part of the towel and rubbed her again.

The wetness of the towel and his actions definitely caused a sensation as he intended. She licked her lower lip, and her eyes told him she wanted more. She spread her legs wider and pulled the towel from his hand and threw it on the floor.

She gazed at him, then glanced down at her parted legs, and finally returned her gaze to him. Her eyes conveyed her desires, and her raised eyebrows signaled what she wanted him to do.

He smiled mischievously at her and used a finger to part the folds hiding her clitoris. He saw her face turn pink and her mouth agape as he rubbed on her. She called his name, and held his wrist.

"Ohhh, that feels so good…" she moaned as he increased the speed of his fingers.

"You want more?" he asked.

"I do, I do please…" she moaned.

He removed her hand from his wrist and positioned himself at her opening. His fingers spreading her folds, exposing her beautiful bud. It tasted as good as it looked. He flickered his tongue against it up, down and sideways.

He could feel her fingers holding his hair in a fist.

He proceeded to suck on her, gently, taking his sweet time. He held her hips in place and sucked her hard enough to drive her insane.