Borrowing a Bachelor

Adam’s breathing quickened and the pupils of his eyes dilated, went darker.

Her gaze dropped from his to the formidable bulge now straining against his fly, and his hands tightened on her flesh, kneaded. He continued to tease her nipples, rubbing circles around them and flicking them gently as the sensations drove her half-crazy. Small sounds came from her throat that she couldn’t control, and he seemed to like that.

“Lick them, Adam,” she said. “My breasts. Please…”

He dropped to his knees between her legs, needing no further invitation. He pushed the robe from her shoulders and squeezed her breasts together, taking both nipples into his mouth at once, playing them with his tongue, and then sucking hard.

Pleasure tore a series of whimpers from her throat and he groaned against her body, the masculine sound plucking answering strings inside her.

Adam pushed her back on the bed. He slid his hands down her body, from her breasts to her rib cage and stomach, all the way to the V of her legs, where he stopped to play a little. She sucked in a breath as those clever thumbs of his circled the damp fabric at her mons, but avoided touching her where she was wild to be touched.

He pushed her legs up onto the bed so that her heels rested at the edge, her feet dangling down. He spread her thighs and then dipped under her G-string to explore.

Nikki bucked as his fingers slid cleverly under the fabric, stroked her, and then zeroed in right below the tiny heart-shaped patch of hair.

“I have to see,” he whispered, and slid the tiny panties to the side.

For a moment, there was only silence.

She lifted her head and looked through her own knees at Adam’s face, which was a study in boyish awe.

“I’m gonna have a heart attack,” he said in strangled tones. “Pun intended.” And he stroked the little heart of hair with fascination, lust and an odd tenderness.

Her thighs quivered, and he dipped lower, slipped his fingers inside her while still manipulating the eager little nub right below the heart.

Her whole body began to shake with unfulfilled sexual tension. “Please,” she whispered, hoping that he’d put his mouth on her. But how did she ask a stranger to do that?

He didn’t, just as he hadn’t kissed her. But he did do blissful things with his fingers, with his thumbs. She was climbing, spiraling, wanting… She lifted off the bed in a mortifying frenzy of need. “Yes,” she said. “Yes…more. Do it. Do me!”

He laughed softly and obeyed.

She splintered into orgasm, losing control of her mind, her body and her dignity without caring. “Adam,” she begged, “take me into next Friday, okay? Like you said.”

“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Oh, yeah.” An eternity seemed to pass as he shucked out of his clothes and fumbled a condom out of his wallet. He rolled it onto the long, smooth, thick length of him.

Then he entered her in one hot, smooth stroke that left her gasping at the fullness, the sense of being possessed, the sudden different kind pleasure that streaked through her body.

She hadn’t seen his cock at all, but she didn’t need to, now that she felt it, now that she was deliciously impaled. He stopped only for a moment, as if to savor the act of penetrating her. Then he started to move, to pump, to groan with the pleasure of it.

She tightened around him and ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks as he stroked into her body.

“You’re so hot, so hot,” he murmured.

As if he had any idea. Her insides had melted into honey, and every time he slid along the cleft of her the temperature rose in streaks and flashes, liquefying her mind into her body until she was one sweet swirl of pleasure, her only focus to reach the very pinnacle of it.

He took her up, up, up…ever higher until she was saturated with his scent and his power, one with his motions and open, wide open to him. She lost herself.

And then he pitched her over the edge of climax and her body convulsed and thrashed, while she ignored the raw cries that came, uninhibited, from her throat.

Adam’s big body pinned her in place as sexual pleasure radiated through her in concentric circles, his soft groans echoing her own.

Then the aftershocks eddied away, leaving them in a tangle of limbs, gasping, wondering, damp with exertion. Adam rolled off her, his only words profane and heartfelt.

“You,” he said, “are…something else.”

She moaned, her body still throbbing in places she didn’t know it could throb. “No, you are. You made me… I mean, I—” She couldn’t possibly be blushing again, could she? “Twice.”

“Twice, huh,” Adam said. He rolled toward her again. “You sound so shocked. Should we go for the magic three?”

She laughed raggedly. “I couldn’t possibly. I think something fell off.”

Adam propped himself up on one elbow. His hair was tousled and his mouth held a wicked curve. Lazily, he traced her nipple with a wayward finger. “You think something fell off, huh? That sounds dangerous. I’d better find it and put it back on.”