“I promise you, baby, we’ll have that sensual night together soon,” he said thickly, looking up at me again with lust-fogged eyes, “but right now, I want to go down on you until you ‘holler,’ and then I want to hit that sweet ass until you can’t tell me what day it is.”
“Works for me,” I panted, pulling my top over my head and unhooking my bra.
He eased my yoga pants and my panties all the way down over my hips, and switching places with me, he knelt in front of me and pulled them all the way off along with my shoes and socks. Looking up and giving me a naughty smile, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and I laid back as he began gently biting and sucking a trail up my inner thigh, making me gasp and squirm with delight. When he buried his face between my legs, and began working me with his tongue, I said things that would have made a sailor blush.
He went down on me vigorously while I grabbed his head, thrust my hips, whimpered, rambled incoherently and finally came, moaning his name and shaking with pleasure. Then he ran his hands over my legs gently to keep contact between us as I eased down from my orgasm.
When I finally recovered my composure a bit, he stood up, and quickly undressed. Yanking off his briefs, he urged me to sit up and move forward so that I could return the favor. I was happy to comply and I reached around and grabbed his ass, dragging my tongue up the length of his cock.
“Oh f**k,” he bit out. “Love that sharp tongue.”
I brought my hands around to help out as I really got down to work. He buried his fingers in my hair and watched from above, looking drunk, as I enthusiastically gave him the best blow job of my life. I wanted to make it great and I broke out every skill I had been researching for my naughty books, using my tongue, my teeth, my lips and my hands to pleasure him. Truthfully, the experience was probably turning me on almost as much as it was him.
I was rewarded with all of the wonderful sounds that he made, groaning, cursing and telling me how hot I looked and how good I was making him feel. I felt powerful, and giving him that much intense pleasure was amazing. By the time he was ready, he had given up the fight to keep still and his hips were in sync with my mouth and hands. I could feel his muscles tensing and I knew he was right on the edge.
“I’m going to come,” he growled and tried to pull back. The fact that I didn’t let him, may have guaranteed me a place in his heart forever.
I thought we were done, silly me, but he was on his knees again quickly, driving me out of my mind with his tongue again, and after a few minutes, stroking himself back into action. He had more stamina than an eighteen-year-old. I had never seen anything like it, even when I was an eighteen-year-old. He stopped and took my hand, pulling me with him to the top of the bed. Sitting with his back against the headboard, he gave me another one of those lusty looks that made me ache to have him between my legs.
“Come here, cowgirl,” he said in a voice thick with desire, and I crawled over, straddled him, and positioned myself over his cock. He grabbed my waist, pulled me down, and slid home. That sensation of him stretching me was exactly what I had been craving.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” I ground out, sliding up and down on him as he guided my hips. Thrusting my clit against him every time I came down was so insanely pleasurable, I almost couldn’t handle it. As I rode him long and hard, the room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, my pleading and his swearing. He watched me slam down on him over and over, looking, frankly, pretty out of it, and told me again and again how incredible I felt wrapped around him. I dug my nails into his shoulders and my rhythm faltered as I felt myself getting closer, pressure building. My skin felt like fire and ice from the sex flush and cooling sweat.
My leg muscles tightened and he knew. He looked up into my eyes intently as I felt the pull over the edge, losing control as I finally came apart explosively, shaking, grasping, crying out and then collapsing against him. I couldn’t think straight. All that I was aware of, was that I could feel our hearts pounding together and that he was rubbing my back and telling me … what? That I was beautiful. He told me I was beautiful.
He rubbed my back until I stopped trembling, and then he eased me up and had me kneel on all fours. Positioning himself behind, he grabbed my hips, and thrust into me. He began moving faster and soon he was hittin’ it so hard I could hear our skin slapping together. He stopped, pulled out, and turned me around again. “Lay down so I can get on top of you. I want to see you when I come,” he explained, breathing hard.
I leaned back against the pillows and he crawled between my legs, positioned himself at my entrance and sunk down into me, bracing himself with his arms. He began rolling his hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist, scraped my nails against his back, and enjoyed the look of ecstatic pleasure on his face. I knew he was very close but that he might try to hold on to make me come again. I wanted him to find relief too, though.
“Mmm. Come on, baby,” I urged, squeezing my legs and my inner muscles tightly around him. “Come for me.”
That was all it took to send him over the edge. He said my name with a groan, shuddered and went still. He stayed there like that, looking at me intently for a couple of seconds and then collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lay there catching our breath while he played with my hair and I traced his jawline with my index finger. After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, I started talking to him. First I told him how great the sex was, but then there was something I was curious about.
“What did Jacob want to talk to you about?”
“And why are you thinking about him?”
“Because he was talking to you.”
“He asked me if it was casual between us or more than that.”
“What?” I asked in surprise, sitting up to look at him. “I thought he was talking about law related stuff. What did you tell him?”
“I said I was just using you for sex.” I glared at him and he started laughing. “What do you think I told him?”
“Well, what business was it of his, anyway?”
“That’s what I said; ‘not that it’s any of your business, but it’s more than casual’.” I felt a thrill shoot through me hearing Adam say those words.
“What was that little exchange between you two at the end, when he said maybe you would get to prosecute one of the cases?”
“I think that without explicitly asking, and thus making me his agent, he was hinting that anything I might observe while I’m here that might help him, could also be of help to me. Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s why he asked me if we were more than casual, because he wanted to know if my increased presence here at your place would raise any suspicions.”