Page 35 of Come in with the Rain
I moan into his mouth, and down where we’re pressed together, I can feel him going hard again, getting thicker and thicker until I can’t keep myself from rocking against him, sighing again and again into his waiting mouth. His hands curl around my hips, and he guides me, pushing up between my legs, creating a friction between us that’s almost unbearable. I’m practically bouncing on him now, halfway shouting into his mouth as the truck rocks around us.
“I need you inside me,” I pull far enough away to say. He grunts in the back of his throat. His fingers are between us, tugging at the fabric of my yoga pants, and for a second, I think he wants to do it right here, in the parking lot of my condo, like my bed isn’t a short walk away, but then, like he can read my thoughts, he says, “I just need to feel how wet you are.”
A surprised littleohslips out of my mouth as his fingers slip over my bare skin, almost embarrassingly wet, and I can tell from the far-off look in his eyes and the erratic way his fingers feel all over my lips and core that he’s not trying to give me pleasure. This, this frenzied touching, it’s all for him.
He slips his hand back out. “Let’s go. Now. Right now.”
I can barely contain my giggle as he fumbles open the door and we almost fall out of the truck. But then he slides out, taking me with him, and I’m in his arms, completely wrapped around his body.
“Don’t drop me,” I laugh against his mouth as we make our way up to my door.
“Never,” he says back, and then we’re inside, stumbling through my messy living room and into my messy bedroom, the bed still pushed to the center of the room.
He drops me down onto it, and I’m going for his belt buckle before I’ve fully settled on the mattress. Adam presses his fists to the mattress on either side of my hips, bends over until we’re eye to eye, and says, “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this bed.”
My whole body goes hot, from the tips of my ears to my kneecaps. I’ve never felt this specific brand of want, a want so urgent that I feel like I’ll wiggle right out of my skin if he doesn’t hurry.
“Do it then,” I say, trying to hold back the whine in my voice, trying to sound confident and in control, but the nervous, unsure Adam from last night is gone, and this Adam seems to understand now how much my body wants him, how much his touch affects me.
He lunges at me, covering my body with his and pushing my legs apart to make room for his broad form. His hands have started to find their way under my clothes, beneath the hem of my shirt and down past the waistband of my pants. When we’re both naked, pressed together, already sweating from just the contact, Adam meets my eye, and asks, “Condom?”
I shake my head. “Only if you want to. I’ve got an IUD. And I got tested after Mickey.” I don’t think I need to ask him about possible STIs, as I’m pretty sure it’s been a little while for him, but he offers the information anyway.
He pushes off me and settles back on his heels on the mattress. “I was tested, too. After the last time.” I nod, but he’s not looking at me. His head is bowed, his breathing heavy, and it’s almost comical, the way his cock is jutting straight out, all red and swollen between us. He looks up at me from under his lashes, his eyes full of heat. “Tell me what you like.”
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I want to tell him that he can do whatever he wants with me, but I can see on his face that he wants guidance, that he wants specifics on how to please me. So, I cant my hips forward, smiling when his eyes drop to the space between my legs, and say, “I like it a little rough.”
His pupils have gone completely dark, and there’s a tic in his jaw where he’s biting down hard. He swallows loudly. “How rough?”
I smile and come up on my knees in front of him, taking his face in my hands. “I don’t need you to choke me or hit me or anything. At least not yet.” His eyes go wide, and I laugh as I take his hands and put them on my ribs, right under the curves of my bare breasts. “I just want you to show me that I’m yours. Make sure I know it.”
He makes a helpless little noise, and then I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. Pushing my arms up above my head, he holds my wrists to the mattress, bowing me up against his hard body. Leaning down, he presses his mouth to my ear and says, “You want me to own you, Stella?”
I go up in flames. I squirm beneath him, trying to get my legs open so that he can be inside me already. Holding both of my wrists with one hand, he reaches down and grabs the flesh of my thigh in his hand. I pray that he bruises me. I want to wake up tomorrow with his fingerprints on me.
“Please,” I whisper, desperation settling in the pit of my stomach. I feel empty, achy, swollen, and slippery. Adam opens his mouth against my throat and as he sucks a patch of my skin into his mouth, he pushes inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head. I knew, of course, that Adam was big, but there’s a difference between having that length in my mouth and having it between my legs. The full, stretched feeling I get when he’s fully seated inside me makes me euphoric. But then he doesn’t move. He holds himself still inside me, his breath puffing into my ear.
“Adam,” I say. “Adam, move.” The words come out much more demanding than I intend, but can he not see that I’m dying?
“If I move,” he breathes into my ear, “I’ll come.”
I emit something that sounds suspiciously like a howl and claw at his back. He must have let my hands go when he pushed his way into me, but I don’t remember it.
“Please, please, please,” I find myself chanting, and then the words catch in my throat when he grabs hold of my wrists, eyes unfocused, and pins them to the mattress again.
“Wait until I’m ready,” he growls, and we both feel it, the way my pussy tightens on him, the way his words just brought me so close to orgasm, I’ve stopped breathing.
“Dammit,” he says, pulling out of me. He flips me over onto my stomach, yanks my hips up into the air, and thrusts back into me. I groan loud up at my headboard, and then he’s going at me so hard that our hips slap together. The sound alone drives me wild. I press my face into my pillow and scream as he fucks me, gripping me so tightly around my waist that it hurts. I fucking love it. I don’t realize I’m shouting his name into the pillow until he’s right there, his body covering mine from behind. He’s so deep that every thrust makes me shiver.
“I’m right here,” he says, his words so soft compared to the way he’s gripping me for dear life. He rests his head on my shoulder, and, so quietly I almost can’t hear him, he says, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Something in the way he says it, so gentle and so matter-of-fact at the same time, sets me off like a rocket. I choke out a sob and clench down so hard on him that I see stars. As soon as I start to come, he pushes his hips hard into mine, deep and rough, and spills inside me.
When I come back into my body, his weight on top of me is overwhelming and extremely comforting. “God,” he groans and rolls off me, settling onto the mattress. He’s huffing, as out of breath as I am. He presses his face into my pillow and says, “I…didn’t know I was going to like that so much.”
I giggle, feeling the endorphins rush through me. “Maybe being rough is what’s been missing all along.” I might be totally off-base, but I get the feeling he and his ex-girlfriend weren’t doing anything like what we just did with each other.
