She moaned his name, her hand tangling in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she climaxed against his mouth. He stayed where he was lapping at her, crooning to her, as she slowly came down from her sexual high.
So much for sensibly talking it out and taking his time....
But he might not have time. They could both be dead tomorrow.
Adam eased himself forward until he could kiss Lizzie’s mouth, and helped her out of her dress and bra. He cupped her breasts, tracing the hard calluses of his fingers over her already-tight nipples until her breath shortened, and he sucked her into his mouth. As he moved over her, his dick pressed against her stomach, sliding through his own slick need.
“Do you want me?” Adam murmured against her throat as he came up for air.
“Yes.” She pointed toward her bedside drawer. “There are condoms in there.”
He was up and moving, switching on the lamp before she’d even finished speaking, and jerked open the drawer only to stop short.
“You sure about that?”
Lizzie sat bolt upright, her blush spreading down from her cheeks to her bosom. “Not that drawer!”
He considered the pink vibrator he’d revealed in the drawer. “I’m bigger.”
“Don’t even go there!” She flapped a hand at him. “Try the second drawer.”
“And better.” He smiled at her as he did what she asked. “I can outlast any batteries. I’ll prove it to you, okay?”
“You will not.” She flopped back down on the pillows and covered her eyes. “Because I’m about to die of embarrassment.”
“Don’t do that,” Adam said as he opened the foil packet and covered himself. “And there’s nothing to be ashamed of. My right hand’s gotten a good workout over the years.”
Lizzie made an inarticulate sound as he knelt between her spread thighs and readied himself.
“Lizzie.”
She peered at him through her fingers, her eyes widening as he eased the first inch of his cock inside her, and he made himself slow down.
“You are big,” Lizzie breathed.
“Yeah.” He held still, waiting for permission to keep going. “Just like the rest of me.” He rocked his hips and she took more, her brow furrowed as if she was working on a complicated math problem.
“You good?” Adam managed the words through clenched teeth as his body responded to the intimate clasp of hers.
“Mmm.” She grabbed hold of his shoulders, changing the angle. He slid deep, making her gasp. “Oh.”
He held still as she climaxed, resisting the urge to thrust, counting backward in his head, imagining cold showers and ice floes, which didn’t help with the heat of her, or with the power of her demanding flesh.
He was fully inside her now; her breasts were against his chest and her feet were climbing the sides of his thighs. He let himself enjoy being held so completely in the cradle of her body and the shelter of her arms.
“Adam?” she whispered, and he reluctantly opened his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
He stared down into her beautiful face. How to tell her that he was more okay than he’d been in years? Perhaps, knowing his conversational limitations, the best way to get that across was to show her.
He rolled his hips, gathering her in his arms, and then retreated until he found a rhythm that satisfied them both. He kissed her mouth, her throat, his teeth grazing her skin as the need to move faster, harder, to claim every inch of her roared through him.
“Ah . . . God.” Adam climaxed, and collapsed over Lizzie like a felled tree. “That was . . .”
It was her turn to smooth his hair and whisper nonsense in his ear until he slowly recovered his senses and rolled onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, one hand behind his head, and let himself luxuriate in the slow buzz of his satisfied body.
Eventually, he turned to Lizzie, who was watching him carefully. Did she think he was going to get up and leave her even now? He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and urged her closer until she was half across his body.
“Did I squash you?”
“I’m still breathing.” She kissed his chest, her fingers moving through the dark hair. “Do you have to rush off, or can you stay and sleep for a while?”