Chapter 161

Chapter 161
The moonlight spills soft over the room. I called back Zig, Addy and Xan to assure them I was fine, then booked an appointment with Mrs. Roberts. First thing when I get back. I’m trying, really.
Now it’s night. Still and dim.
He lies beside me, eyes wide open, staring through the ceiling like it might give him answers. Like it might tell him what to do with me. I roll over and study his face. His lashes don’t even flutter.
I shift onto my knees and his eyes flick to me, soft, tired. “Flower…” he breathes. That name, warm and worn, makes something in me break open again. I move closer.
I slip off the shirt I'm wearing and toss it somewhere behind me. I need to ground myself in the one thing that still makes sense when nothing else does.
But when I lean down, when the desperation starts to take over, he grabs my wrists gently. He pulls me back to him, cups the side of my face, kisses me slow. Like it hurts.
I kiss him harder. Deeper. Until I can’t tell if I’m chasing him or running from myself.
“Don’t be gentle,” I whisper, voice shaky against his mouth. “I need to feel you.”
His breath catches, hands frozen on my hips.
“I’m not going to break,” I murmur. “ So stop trying to be careful with me .”
He looks at me like I’m shattering right in front of him and he doesn’t know how to hold the pieces.
“I don’t have a condom,” he tells me.
“Then pull out,” I say, too fast. “I don’t care. I just... I need you.”
There’s a pause. A beat that feels like it stretches over lifetimes. Then he nods, slow. Like surrender.
His arms come around me, pulling me back against him, then his hand cups the back of my head, holding me in place as he takes over. I tangle my legs with his, feeling his deliciously warm skin and the powerful muscles underneath. When he touches me, it’s with every ounce of fear and love and aching we’ve both been carrying. And when he finally kisses me again, it’s not soft. It’s not careful. It’s desperate. Human. Messy. Real.
And it’s exactly what I need.
No one kisses like him. The coaxing demand of his mouth is searingly sexual, yet it's also tender and reverent. His lips are both firm and soft, and he uses them to tease, to brush gently against my own.
Reaching between us, I hold his cock in my hand through his briefs and stroke until he groans. He swells to my touch, lengthening as hips thrust into my caress.
His hand drifts feather-light across my belly until he palms my breast.He squeezes, plumping the aching flesh before his clever fingers grip my nipple. He rolls and tugs the hard, tight point, the relentless pressure and pulling sending pulses of need through my entire body. My legs tighten around his so I can rub my damp sex against his thigh.
" What do you need? What do you want me to use on your greedy little cunt? My tongue...my fingers....my cock? "
“Adam.” I whimper shamelessly when he pulls away. My hands reaching for him as she shifts above me. He lowers his hand, pushes one finger into me. I cry out.
" You haven't answered me. "
" Everything . "
A moment later, my legs are in the air and his head is lowered to the flesh between my legs. I hold my breath, waiting. The wet hot velvet of his tongue slides between the tender folds of my sex.
" Oh God!" My back arches and I struggle, trying to lift my hips up to the ecstasy of his wicked mouth. Gripping my thighs, he holds me in place, tasting me at the pace he wants, licking over and around the slick opening…taunting me with my hunger to feel his tongue inside me. His lips circle my throbbing clit, his mouth suckling, the flat of his tongue rubbing across that sensitive pleasure point.
“Please…”I don’t care that he makes me beg. But he makes me wait as he savors me, his hair caressing the tender skin at the back of my thighs, his tongue massaging my clit with the faintest of pressures.
I press my hands to my face. “That feels so good…Don’t stop…”
My mouth falls open when he licks lower.….
"Oh!”I gasped, half mad with the barrage of sensation after hours of numbness.
My body jerks as he finally gives me what I want, his tongue pushing into me with a slow delicious thrust.
“ Fuck...Yes,” I gasp.
He eats me out with driven focus, so avid and greedy that I writh. I hover tautly, on the precipice of orgasm…then I scream his name, my body on fire, my skin hot and damp. I'm alive with pleasure, burning with it. The climax shatters me, breaks me into pieces.
But Adam won’t relent, his tongue slides up to lash my clit. One orgasm rolls into the next.
I feel the mattress dip as he moves, one hand holding my ankles. He takes off his boxer briefs, eyes on mine.
“How do you want it?” he asks darkly.
I force my answer past dry lips. “Deep...Hard.”
He comes over me, pushing my legs back until I'm practically bent in half.
“I love you,” he vows fiercely, gruffly. The head of his thick cock surges into me, stroking over tissues already swollen and tender.
My fingers grasped at the sheets. My sex ripples frantically around him, grasping at his length with ravenous greed. Every withdrawal leaves me empty, every thick hot slide forces pleasure through my veins like a drug.
He rolls his hips, stroking into me, his breath hissing as I take more of him.
“God, flower. I love how much you love my cock.”
Then he starts moving, his hips pistoning in a relentless tempo, nailing me straight into the mattress.
I come so hard my vision goes black, my body seized with pleasure so intense I'm locked in it. Then he pulls out, still hard. I try and reach for him but he grabs my wrists and pins them above me with one of his hands. And I watch him use his other hand to stroke his length. His face strains as he works himself, his fist stroking faster, more urgent. Then all of a sudden he's moving and his knees are braced on either side of my head.
" Open up, " he orders and I do so without a second's hesitation. He curses, his head drops as he guides himself into my waiting mouth and spills himself all over my tongue , the saltines of him sliding down my throat. I wrap my lips around him to get some contact.
Afterwards, his chest is still rising fast, sweat cooling along his skin, but his eyes... his eyes are locked on mine like they’ve never seen me clearer.
And then he speaks. Quietly. Like confession, like truth.
“I don’t know what scares me more...possibly losing you, or breaking you just by loving you.”