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His breath is a beat too late. His heart just a beat too fast.
“Meant what . . . ?” Though he knows exactly what I mean.
I feel so shy so suddenly. So blind, so unnecessarily bold. I
know nothing about what I’m venturing into. All I know is I
don’t want anyone’s hands on me but his. Forever.
Adam leans back and I can just make out the outline of his
face, his eyes always shining in the darkness. I stare at his
lips when I speak. “I’ve never asked you to stop.” My fingers
rest on the button holding his pants together. “Not once.”
He’s staring at me, his chest rising and falling a few times
a second. He seems almost numb with disbelief.
I lean into his ear. “Touch me.”
And he’s nearly undone.
My face is in his hands and my lips are at his lips and he’s
kissing me and I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe. His
body is almost on top of mine, one hand in my hair, the
other feeling its way down my silhouette, slipping behind
my knee to pull me closer, higher, tighter. He drops kisses
down my throat like ecstasy, electric energy searing into
me, setting me on fire. I’m on the verge of combusting from
the sheer thrill of every moment. I want to dive into his
being, experience him with all 5 senses, drown in the waves
of wonder enveloping my existence.
I want to taste the landscape of his body.
He takes my hands and presses them against his chest,
guides my fingers as they trail down the length of his torso
before his lips meet mine again and again and again
drugging me into a delirium I never want to escape. But it’s
not enough. It’s still not enough. I want to melt into him,
trace the form of his figure with my lips alone. My heart is
racing through my blood, destroying my self-control,
spinning everything into a cyclone of intensity. He breaks for
air and I pull him back, aching, desperate, dying for his
touch. His hands slip up under my shirt, skirting my sides,
touching me like he’s never dared to before, and my top is