Not My Type Ch. 02

"I think you'd better stop," Adam gasped, halting my attention with his long fingers. "This is nice, but it wasn't what I had in mind."

"What did you have in mind?" I laughed, amazed that I could sound so flirtatious; an hour with Adam and I felt like a new woman. Adele and Rhiannon had been right: he was exactly what I needed.

"You." Adam leaned in and licked my nipple; I giggled. "Me." He ran a line of kisses up to my neck, biting softly. "Some very naughty positions." I could feel his lovely erection pressing against my thigh; I sighed happily. "And about four hours," Adam's voice was low and quiet in my ear. "What do you say Lilly?"

Every bit of me was trembling and there was a blazing heat in my belly which was completely new to me. My breathing came out harshly and sounded very loud in my quiet bedroom. I nodded, my throat too dry to speak; I felt once more like I was floating outside of myself watching this crazy thing happen to some other lucky girl.

"Good," Adam growled reaching for my curls, running his fingers through the wetness he found there. "I want you so badly."

I smiled through the fog of my arousal, all thought focussed on the small bud of my clitoris, which Adam stroked slowly. I could feel the rushing build-up of another orgasm approach.

"Please," I whimpered, writhing under Adam's practiced touch. "Please."

Adam leaned forward, covering me with the solid weight of his body; my hands clung automatically to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the swirling lines that painted them. "Please what, Lilly?" he asked huskily, biting the soft edge of my ear. I shivered.

One glance in his brilliant green eyes told me Adam was as anxious as I was, as turned on; yet he'd left the decision up to me. I could feel the solid heat of his erection resting against my curls; impatiently I wiggled against it and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Adam.

"Please Adam," I whispered, my voice wavering with a combination of nerves and excitement. "Fuck me, please?"

His answer wasn't a word so much as a growl; swiftly he angled his hips as I spread my thighs further apart. When he plunged deeply into me we both moaned loudly. I clutched his shoulders so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if I drew blood.

"Oh my God," I groaned, feeling every inch of him move within me; it had been way too long, but even my excellent memory couldn't conjure up a past experience this good.

Adam paused, rising up on his strong arms to watch me from above as he found a rhythm which made us both groan. "You feel so amazingly good," he murmured, watching me as I watched him. "You have no idea."

I laughed, relishing each deep drive he made, loving the way it felt when he pulled back again. I knew my orgasm was close and there didn't seem to be any sign of Adam slowing down any time soon. I was starting to think he was just about perfect.

"Adam," I gasped, unsure of what I wanted to say but knowing I had to say something.

"Lilly," he rumbled deeply in his throat.

"I- think I'm going to…"

Adam increased his pace and I wailed loudly as my orgasm crashed brightly against the back of my eyelids.

"Good girl," he purred, not letting up on his tempo; I could feel my muscles contract wildly around his hardness and wondered vaguely what it felt like from his point of view.

"I think it's your turn," I murmured, wrapping my legs more securely around him, feeling him go that much deeper.

Adam chuckled. "I think so too. I wanted this to take longer." He looked sheepish.

I smiled, reaching up to stroke the dark lines criss-crossing over his arms. "Next time."

Adam lowered his head to my neck, biting roughly as he drove harder into me. "You mean I get to do this again?"

"Yes please," I gasped, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.

"Wait," Adam groaned, and he rolled on his back, taking me with him. I sat upright, the sudden change in altitude making my head spin. My weight settled me down further on Adam and we moaned in unison. "That's better," he teased, reaching to play with my distended nipples. "I like that view."

The feeling of his hands on my breasts rushed straight to my loins, the tingle of my last orgasm had died away and was quickly being replaced by the next one.

I couldn't believe how much better it was being on top, watching as Adam's green eyes widened with disbelief of his own. I threw back my head and laughed, riding him for all it was worth.

"Sweet God, Lilly," Adam ground out through clenched teeth. "Remind me to thank whoever taught you that."

His grip on my breasts tightened and my breathing grew more ragged, interspersed with noises I don't think I'd ever made before. I wanted to reply, to tell him it had never been like this with anyone else, but my mouth and brain had stopped communicating with each other. Instead I rose and fell steadily, urging him with my body when the words wouldn't come.

I was aware of every pulse of his body when Adam peaked, could feel every inch of him inside me as he emptied himself; my own muscles contracted and throbbed and our cries echoed each other. I slumped down, my head in the crook of Adam's neck; the dark stubble across his jaw scratched my forehead.

Adam wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place against the dampened warmth of his chest. The ripples subsided slowly before eventually dying away and still the two of us were silent.

"Should I go?" Adam asked roughly after a time.

I drifted back slightly from the edge of sleep on which I was balanced. He was warm and solid and I didn't want to move. "No," I mumbled drowsily.

Adam kissed the top of my head, shifting his weight so I slid down to nestle against his side. I was vaguely aware of the slowing of his breathing as he followed me into sleep.

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When I woke the next morning, lazy and replete, Adam was gone. There was a hollow gnawing in the pit of my stomach until I found the note he'd left on my bedside table.

Working the lunch shift. Pick you up at 3. I owe you one. A.

Turning, I buried my head in the warmth of my pillow and smiled.