Chapter 1 Please Take Me
AGNES's Desires
I was sprawled across the chair in the living room, wet and needy as fuck.
The polkadot drapes were drawn halfway and the sunlight fell across my body.
It kept me warm in a nice way.
The house was too quiet and my thoughts had been restless all day long.
My head had been circling around the same thing over and over again—him.
Adams.
I closed my eyes and pictured him exactly how he had looked this morning.
I saw him standing in the kitchen with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up.
I saw his forearms which were taut and his jaw still rough with stubble.
He was spotting that faint tired smile he usually gave me as a good morning.
It was the same one that had still clung to me all day like a persistent bruise.
My hand was finding its way to the centre of my thighs as I thought of him.
And the funny part was that I didn’t even remember pulling off my shorts.
The only thing I knew was that the ache was just there, and I really needed it.
My fingers slid along the wetness which was gathering there and I gasped.
Desire shot through me.
My teeth instantly clamped down on my lips to contain the loud sound that escaped.
I thought of Adam’s hands —those big, steady hands— rubbing on my clit.
He was pulling me in closer and pressing me hard against the counter.
I moaned as I imagined the way his hot breath would feel on my neck.
The way his hard length would feel sitting against the curve of my plump ass.
The way I would scream with pleasure if he eventually slipped it inside of me.
My hips arched into my hand as I pushed two of my fingers deep inside.
"Adams," I moaned his name as my fingers began to move in me, slow at first.
And then I began to move faster.
It flew as though I could make the picture in my head real if I moved hard enough.
I imagined his mouth on my pinna.
I could almost hear his rough voice murmur my name as if it meant something.
Something more than just Agnes.
I allowed myself to think for a moment that he would finally stop fighting it.
He would stop shying away and claim me the way I had dreamed of many nights.
The pleasure built inside of me.
I was moaning now, my fingers faster and impeccable as I finally tripled it.
The outcome which was sharp and almost painful quickly escalated to delight.
My free hand clutched at the edge of the couch, fisting the padded seat tight.
My thighs trembled as I ground hard and fast against my moving fingers.
I was moving frantically now as his sexy and handsome face occupied my mind.
I saw those gray eyes that always looked at me as if they held something back.
I saw the raw hunger I used to find in them when he thought I wasn’t watching.
“Adams,” I whispered.
His name on my lips sounded almost as if it was some sort of a prayer.
My body shook while my hands were going deeper as I arched off the chair.
"Oh, Adams," I moaned in a hoarse voice that was thick with my desire.
The orgasm rippled through me.
My knees bucked.
My body writhed, hot and shaking as my eyes saw the entire milky way.
I reached for my bud, rubbing as I shot the squirt, my body lifting on the bed.
The aftermath hit hard, flooding into me like waves at sea until I collapsed back.
I lay there panting with my skin damp with sweat and my fingers in my pussy.
That felt so good.
It always felt good whenever I thought of him, Adams, drilling me with his cock.
And then I heard it—the sound of tires as his car pulled up in the driveway.
It was a sound that always made something tight to twist deep inside of me.
Panic rapidly jolted through me as I swiftly sat up half naked from the couch.
I scrambled up from the couch instantly and began dragging my shorts back on.
I wiped my hand that was stained with cum on my shirt in a rush before I realized.
My legs were still trembling from the epic orgasm as I stumbled to the door.
I smoothened my hair and hoped the red in my cheeks would fade away soon.
At least before he came in.
I heard his footsteps approaching and composed myself rather fast.
Then, I unlocked the front door and instantly set my sight on him.
He was always beautiful, perhaps more so whenever I set my eyes on him.
I forced a smile onto my lips to greet him though my body was still shaking.
It was humming pleasantly with the epic aftershocks of my self release.
“Hey!” He greeted me as he walked past me and straight into the house.
“Welcome back,” I said quickly in a breathy voice that nearly betrayed me.
He gave a small smile and a nod with his expression always unreadable.
I turned to lock the door, and when I turned back he was there with his back to me.
He was setting his keys on the table with a tall broad-shouldered ass looking sexy.
Warmth pooled in my stomach from seeing his shirt clinging a little to his chest.
His eyes lifted to mine.
I froze.
And for a moment I thought that he could really see it on me, smell it even.
I thought that he was able to detect the raw edge of what I had just done here.
“How was your day?” he asked.
I nearly breathed in relief.
“It was fine,” I lied as I was busy shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
He looked at me then, really looked and I felt my stomach drop to my feet.
There it was, that flicker of hunger that was always in his eyes when he stared.
I swallowed hard.
My body was betraying me as that familiar rush of desire coursed through me.
My nipples beaded and pressed hard against the thin fabric of my shirt.
I pressed my leg together because of the heat that still pulsed between my thighs.
But, he turned away too fast while he was pretending that it hadn’t been there.
I wanted to scream.
Why did he keep doing that? Why did he keep resisting me?
He had saved me and brought me here when I had nowhere else to go.
I owed him everything.
But gratitude had turned into something deep that I couldn’t even fight.
I remembered the fear and the cold from the night that he had found me.
I recalled the way his jacket had felt around my body as he told me I was safe now.
He had been so gentle, so protective and almost too careful with me.
Since then, he has done everything to keep me comfortable living here.
But he kept his distance, like there was some invisible wall between us.
I took a step closer, brushing my hand against his arm as if by accident.
The contact allowed that familiar fire to shoot through me instantly.
He went still, his muscles tightening under my touch while I went hazy.
The pleasure was immense.
I stared at him but he didn’t move away and my breath caught in my throat.
I broke the tense silence.
“How was your own day?” I asked him softly and saw his throat as he swallowed.
“A bit busy.” His voice was rougher than usual, and a bit strained.
I tilted my head, studying him.
His piercing eyes darted across my entire body for the briefest of seconds.
And I could swear that I saw his jaw clench.
The air between us thickened, charged with a passion that nearly crippled me.
Every second of it seemed to stretch like a pulled thread just ready to snap.
I wanted to reach up to grab his face and to make him stop pretending.
But I could only stand there, trembling and waiting for him to be the one to break.
He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the silence as he stepped back.
The space he put between us instantly felt like a knife wound to me.
“I’l am going to take a shower,” he said.
His voice was clipped.
His tone was final.
He didn’t look at me as he turned and began to walk down the hall.
I watched his back, broad and solid, as he disappeared into his bedroom.
The door closed with a soft click, leaving me alone in the living room.
My body was burning even as my heart was pounding with frustration.
I pressed my fingers to my lips in a bid to calm myself, but it was useless.
I could still feel the heat of his gaze and the way his body tensed under my touch.
He wanted me—I knew he did.
So why was he still resisting?