One Good Man

Our kissing began again, this time with urgency. Adrien spun me around and lifted me to set me on the edge of his desk. He kissed me harder, ravenously, pressing me back, yet holding me tight with strong arms.

I wrapped my legs around him but there was too much clothing between us. My jeans felt rough and coarse, when I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I stroked the hard length of him over his pants, as his hands went to the clasp of my bra in the back.

Still stroking him, I moaned at the touch of his hands on me, feeling their weight and bending again to put his mouth on one taut nipple. I gave him a squeeze and he answered with a groan and a bite that sent of flush of heat straight through the core of me. Finally, with a grunt of frustrated need, Adrien lifted me again and carried me to his bed.

I sank back on a clean bedspread that smelled of his cologne and green grass and him. Adrien lay over me, and the weight of him o

n my body was a new kind of ecstasy. Every muscle he had honed over the years in service to his sport was now mine; its magnificence and strength were all for me to touch and be touched. He propped himself on his elbows to kiss me, cradling my head in his hands even as our bodies below the waist strained for the other desperately.

“Janey, I have to… Now.”

I nodded mutely, and he sat up, kneeling on the bed beside me. He pulled my jeans off leaving me in only my panties.

“Please,” I whispered, not caring how desperate I sounded. I was desperate to have him, over me again and inside of me.

Adrien bent over me and trailed kisses between my breasts, down my stomach, below my navel, to the hem of my underwear.

I shook my head from side to side. “No, I can’t. It’s too much. It’ll be too much.”

“Have you ever?”

I shook my head no.

A sly grin spread over his lips. “Do you want to?”

I started to say I wasn’t sure, but my head was already bobbing yes.

He laughed a little. “But Janey,” his voice lowering, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“I know,” I whispered. “But I want everything. I want all of you. Please.”

“Thank God,” he said, grazing teeth along my skin. “I want this so much.”

He took my panties down to my knees, and tore them off. I shivered with longing and anticipation as he bent to me and licked the sensitive skin with a gentle flick of his tongue.

My hips jerked at the incredible sensation, and then lifted to offer myself to him without conscious thought.

“Oh my God, Adrien…”

“All mine, now…” he said. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Then he put his mouth on me in earnest. His tongue swirled then sucked until I was writhing, grasping at the headboard as Adrien brought me to a fast-rising swell of pleasure that crashed almost immediately, and left me shuddering and wanting more.

“Come here,” I moaned. “God, please...”

Adrien stripped naked and I stared at the size of him, my heart pounding. He lay over me and my legs spread for him without me having to do a thing. I thought I’d be nervous—he was only my second—but everything about Adrien was different. Better. Perfect. I arched my back, my nails clawing into the flesh of his shoulder blades, to let him sink inside me.

“Jesus, Janey…” He growled against my neck. “So good. So perfect…”

He pressed slowly inside me until our hips were joined. I held him tight, arms and legs wrapped around him possessively. This man, this good man was mine; giving himself to me and I took all of him in every way.

He began to move slowly at first, but it was too much. The need between us was a desperate hunger that needed to be satiated immediately. We’d both been starving for each other, and now that we were here, we couldn’t get enough. Not enough touches, or kisses; I couldn’t get enough of him inside me—pulling back and sliding in as much as the tight knot of my legs at the small of his back would allow.

Finally, Adrien propped himself on his palms, arching himself over me, his thrusts so fast, I was delirious. English and French words fell out of my mouth: yes and more and his name. But especially yes. The word was a whisper, then a cry, then a scream as another swell of pleasure in me broke, this time a tidal wave. The crash was long and slow, meeting the shore of him as he ground his hips deeper into mine, shuddering hard and spilling his release inside of me.

Adrien collapsed on top of me, heavy and warm and perfect. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to the side so that we lay tangled up; arms and legs, and skin slick with sweat. Our breaths came hard in between kisses because we weren’t done kissing. In that moment, I didn’t think I would ever be done kissing Adrien. I didn’t want to kiss anyone else ever again.

It was too soon to be thinking thoughts like that, but the way Adrien looked at me when we finally came up for air let me think I wasn’t alone. He brushed the hair from my forehead and I traced the strong line of his jaw with one finger.