multiple
orgasms moments earlier. His intense arousal excited me even more. I quickly
moved up and down as he gazed at me. I slowed my pace for a moment so it would
register when I clenched my core and squeezed him. His eyes lit up with
surprise.
He broke free from my
hands and wrapped an arm around my waist. In a blink he was on top of me and
pumping me hard.
“Ohhh,” he called out
as he climaxed quickly.
I rubbed my fingers up
and down his spine as he lay on top of me, totally spent, and breathless. “I
love exciting you,” I whispered. “It makes me very happy when you’re
satisfied.”
He pushed himself up so
our faces were inches apart. “I’d say that’s several levels beyond
satisfaction.” He smiled and brushed the hair away from my face.
It had been a long day
with a roller coaster of emotions. Exhaustion was setting in for both of us. We
snuggled for a little while as our heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm.
Finally, Adam said
quietly, “I’ll protect you the best way I can, Emily.”
“I know.”
We kissed tenderly, a
more intimate kiss than I had felt from Adam before. As I fell asleep, I
couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days would bring.
Chapter 7
Adam was awake before
me on Sunday. He lay on top of the covers and ran his fingers down my back, gently
bringing me into consciousness.
“Oh, that feels so
nice.” I was trying to break through the sleepy fog in my head. He was perched
on an elbow, looking down at me, when I rolled over.
“Good morning.” He
beamed.
“Good morning,” I
murmured, still trying to shake off sleep.
“I hope the
distractions last night kept the demons out of your dreams.”
“I slept like a rock,
no nightmares. Only delicious dreams of you,” I said wrapping my arms around
his neck. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Like a baby.”
He pulled me close for
a long, wet kiss. I could feel his excitement pressing against me through the
blankets. He took a deep breath. “As much as I would love to spend the day
right here with you, we’ve got some work to do.”
“I know, you’re right.”
He kissed my forehead
then asked, “How ‘bout a shower?”
“Yes, please.”
We languished in the
endless supply of hot water that only a hotel can guarantee. He stretched out,
hands above his head, almost spread-eagled, leaning on the glass as I
meticulously washed every inch of his toned body. I became aroused again just
running my hands over his smooth skin and taut muscles. He lathered his hands,
and began bathing me, cleansing and enticing at the same time. His silky hands
glided over my skin like skates on ice. His touch was electric.
He turned me so I was
facing away from him, then sheathed himself and squatted down so his full
length could slide easily inside me. His hands reached around and stroked me in
sync with his rhythm. The staccato of the warm water on our skin added to the
exploding sensations. He grabbed my hips and pumped for a moment longer,
squeezing me as he came hard. He leaned in and kissed my shoulder as he slid
out of me. We embraced in the stream of warm water and kissed…a very deep,
wanton kiss, running our hands up and down each other’s backs without saying a
word. I felt very connected with him.
**
“Breakfast?” he asked
as we dressed. “Do you want to eat here or go out?” My mind was drifting back
to work. How was I was going to keep my eyes wide open for any signs of foul
play, but go on with business as usual? Adam sensed my anxiety. “Do you want to
talk about it?”
“How am I going be able
to work and not let on that I know something’s up? I’m not much of a bluffer.”
“Okay, let’s stay here
and talk about it, figure out a strategy that will help you get through the
next few days. I want you to be safe and in control of the situation. Breakfast
first, though. What other food groups beside bacon would you like this morning?”
I smiled at his attempt
at humor. “How about
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