I just stared at him mutely, trying to collect my scattered thoughts. My God, he was so gorgeous. His face was flushed and his hair was damp. I pulled him down closer and finally gave in to the impulse to lick his jaw, loving the salty taste of his skin. He groaned and shivered a little.
My legs had fallen loosely apart and I wrapped them around his waist again, pushing up against him and urging him on. Although he had to stop several times, we continued moving together in perfect rhythm until I came again. Just for the record, I’m normally not one of those multi-orgasmic chicks. As I lay gasping, still feeling tremors of my second orgasm pass through my body, he started moving faster.
“Lily, oh, Lily. Fuck. I’m going to come so hard,” he bit out in a hoarse voice, and leaned down to kiss me deeply, as with a final deep thrust he groaned into my mouth and went still. I felt him convulse as he came inside me and then he collapsed on top of me. His weight, and his slick body, and his hammering heartbeat, pressed against me, still kissing me, felt sublime.
We kept kissing as he rolled off onto his side, pulling me into his arms. And as he kissed me, he gently rubbed my sweaty back and I combed my fingers through his damp hair. We laid there like that just kissing and kissing before we finally stopped kissing and just held each other. We lay there cuddling for quite a while. He drew circles at the base of my spine with his thumb and I gently massaged his bicep and nuzzled against his chest. We didn’t say anything, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt … right.
“Well, for someone who said he wouldn’t last, that was some pretty amazing sex, Adam,” I said finally.
“You say that like you think we’re done. Now, I’m really going to wear you out.”
We spent the rest of the night working our way through the Kama Sutra with breaks to talk, laugh, cuddle and doze. It was, without exaggeration, the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my entire life to that point. We finally fell into an utterly exhausted sleep just before dawn, wrapped around each other and holding on tightly.
Chapter Fourteen
I was dreaming about Adam when that damn buzzer went off again. I heard a grumble and felt movement and then the warm heavy object that had been covering me was gone. My eyes fluttered open and I looked sleepily at the breathtaking sight of Adam naked, his hair messy and his stubble returned. I wanted to lick him from head to toe but I had a sinking feeling I wasn’t going to get the chance.
“O-ho shit! Not today! I just saw them.” His cell started ringing on the bedside table and he grabbed it irritably. “What are you doing here? I know we always have brunch on Sunday, but we just spent yesterday at a Bar Mitzvah together.” As whichever one of his sisters he was speaking to replied, he dug a pair of sweats out of his drawer and started getting dressed, the phone cradled in the crook of his neck. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.” There was a pause. “She doesn’t have clothes here to wear to brunch. We went out last night.” He walked over to where I was still snuggled under the covers. I sat up and his eyes raked over my bare torso. Clearly he would have preferred to stay in bed. “We’ll order in from the deli. I’ll be right out.”
“I could go for a bagel,” I said with a smile as he hung up. He sat down beside me and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips.
“Good morning,” he said quietly.
“Good morning,” I answered, finger combing his hair.
“You might be able to find some clothing that won’t fall off your body in here. After we eat and entertain them for a little while, we’ll come back to bed.” He leaned in again and kissed my neck, giving me chills.
“Mmm, you better go now, or they’re going to be out in that hallway for a while,” I said with a laugh. He sighed and got up to go let his sisters in.
I pulled myself out of bed and the slight twinge in my lady bits made me smile with the memories of how I had spent the night. Adam was really wild and passionate in bed, but also extremely generous and focused on giving me pleasure. I could see that it affected him when he watched me come apart. Knowing that I could make him respond the way he had, also affected me. I actually felt something more than physical during sex for the first time in my life, and it elevated the experience to a whole different level. It was amazing, but also scary.
I found a pair of sweats with a drawstring waist and elastic around the ankles. Those should work. I also found a Philadelphia Eagles sweatshirt and I threw it on and rolled up the sleeves. I could hear Hannah, Sarah and Abby laughing and talking as I headed out to the living room.
“Hi Lily,” all three of them said in unison.
“Hi,” I answered, feeling a little embarrassed at my messy state. I’m sure I looked very freshly f**ked, and I hoped it didn’t creep them out too much that I was with their little brother. It seemed like they were taking in stride though.
“We’re sorry we got you up … at noon,” Hannah teased, looking at her watch.
“I think this might be yours,” Sarah said, scooping up my dress from the floor where I had tossed it the night before. I felt my face heat up.
“Okay!” Adam broke in, grabbing my dress and handing it to me. “Let’s order!”
We sat around while Adam’s sisters told me what was going on in their lives. The eldest, Hannah, was a stay-at-home mom, and her husband had just made partner at his firm. Her little boy, Joshua, was four, and she was pregnant with their second baby. Sarah, his middle sister, was finishing her PhD and had begun dating a young professor. Abby, a fellow attorney, was doing some white-collar criminal defense at her firm involving computer hackers that she found really interesting. Our brunch arrived and while we sat around his table eating, Sarah brought up a new subject.
“So Adam, I guess your ‘Get out of jail free’ card has expired.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you owe us about a thousand Jewish Life Cycle events,” she replied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said dismissively.
“Oh shut up!” Abby laughed. “Adam, while we have attended every bris, every bar mitzvah, every wedding and every funeral for years, you have managed to get a pass on at least half of them since college.”
“But now you’re dating a nice Jewish lawyer,” Hannah said, practically glowing. “Mom won’t worry that everyone thinks you’re a loser because you didn’t bring a date, and dad won’t worry that you’ll show up with some chick you found in a bar the night before.”