The sensual tone in his voice had me swallowing hard and closing my eyes briefly. I never knew that would be a turn-on as Adam had said those things to me. Feeling off-kilter, I didn’t respond. Instead, I turn
ed and looked up into his eyes. We both stared at each other again. That seemed to be something we did when neither of us knew what to say.
What does my lack of a response say to him?
Without another word, he tightened his grip on mine and started leading the way to the exclusive rooms at the back of the club. We came to the same room I’d seen last night, and I read the door again.
Adam’s hand reached for the door, and then he turned back to me. “If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, Ainsley, I want you to tell me, and it stops. We are equals. There’s never any pressure to finish anything we start. Understood?”
I squeezed his hand. “Yes, I understand.”
Adam nodded and took me inside the room. The room had changed subtly. Last night, the sheets had appeared to be a sort of red cotton, but tonight, they were black silk. The lights were turned down.
The inquisitive side of me came out. “Did you have the sheets changed to silk?”
Adam let go of my hand and turned me to face him. “Yes, I did. I think you’ll like how the silk feels against your skin as we fuck each other senseless.” He took a step closer. “Ainsley, I need you to be honest with me. How adventurous have you been in the bedroom prior to tonight?”
A slight blush crept up my face.
Hell, he’s about to see everything, so what’s the point in being modest?
He’d be able to tell I was not adventurous in my sex life the moment we started sleeping together. “I’ve had sex, and I use a vibrator. I’ve never used other sex paraphernalia.”
“That’s all I needed to know. We’ll take this slow.”
“I’m a big girl. You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves. I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”
This was beginning to feel more clinical, causing my internal nerves to rise. I had to have some type of connection. I wasn’t a receptacle. I shifted on my feet and started playing with the ring on my right hand.
Adam slowly walked toward me. “Ainsley, let your body take over. Stop thinking so much. This is about two people enjoying each other without all the other bullshit in life. We are about to learn each other intimately. All the other shit doesn’t matter. Just focus on how your body wants me because I sure as hell want you.”
His hands went to the top button of my purple fitted blouse, and my breathing became slightly deeper.
Keep it together, Ainsley.
Maintaining eye contact, he undid the top button, and my mind started to ease…a little.
He went to the next button. “Is this okay, Ainsley?”
“Yes.” My words were soft but confident as I kept eyes focused on his. I want to try this.
He continued undoing one button at a time. Reaching the last button of my untucked blouse hanging over my A-line black skirt, he pushed open my shirt and exposed my bra. I had specifically chosen this black lace bra as it was one of the nicest ones I had.
Adam groaned in appreciation as he slipped the shirt off my shoulders. “You are beautiful. Do you want to take your wig off?”
I shook my head. “Leave it on.”
His brows crinkled for a moment before he touched me at the top of my bra. He dipped one finger under to feel my breast, and I gave a small whimper as I closed my eyes, trying to let my body take over. My sex was clenching in anticipation. A finger trailed between my breasts to my navel, leaving a tingling trail. When he made it to the top of my skirt, he traced the edge around the back until his hand found the zipper in the back and dragged it down. My skirt lowered to the floor, and I stepped out of it. Adam stepped back, and my eyes opened as my body lost the connection of his touch.
His hands went to the bottom of his T-shirt. When I walked forward, he stopped, and I touched the hem. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes, summoning my inner sexual being. Next, I opened my eyes and began pulling his shirt up. I focused on the skin I was exposing, feeling his muscles moving under my touch. Below his navel, there were no tattoos. I continued pushing his shirt up. As he lifted his arms and helped me to get it over his head, I saw that his sleeved tats on both of his arms continued on to the top part of his chest on each side. The inquisitive side of me wanted to ask him all about them, but I might potentially lose my nerve if I stopped now. Instead, my fingers trailed back down his stomach to the top of his pants where I unbuttoned them. Adam’s hands came on top of mine as he helped me push them off his waist. He kicked off his shoes, and then his jeans were discarded to the side. We both stood there, looking at each other. He was gorgeous and toned. I let my desire for him invade every part of my brain, consuming all my thoughts.
His raspy voice broke the quietness of the room. “Are you ready, Ainsley? You can stop this anytime you need to. We’ll start off slow. Focus on the sensation.”
I wanted to get this going before my mind had too much time to overthink anything. Looking Adam straight in the eyes, I responded, “I’m ready. I’ll tell you if I want to stop. I’m not a pushover.”
His hands reached for my hips and brought me to him. I could feel his erection against my stomach. His mouth came down toward me. The moment his lips touched mine, any reservation I had about this arrangement vanished, and my body came alive, like it had last night. All thoughts evaporated as he consumed me. He turned us and began walking backward. I felt silk against my upper legs and knew we were at the tall bed.
Adam’s tongue expertly stroked mine, and my hands went to his hair. He nipped my lip, and a moan escaped without warning. My body felt as if it were on fire. His hands went to my back and unsnapped my bra. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back and brought my bra down. I took a deep breath, which caused my breasts to rise.
“I can’t wait. You’re a fucking dream come true,” he whispered. “First, I want you to touch yourself.”
I froze. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Getting myself off was always done in the privacy of my bedroom in the dark. Without a word, hands went to my black lace boy shorts, and he began to shimmy them down my legs.
“I don’t think—“
He leaned back in and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked it to a point where pleasure mixed with pain, and I had never felt that sensation before. His hand came on top of mine. My mind was a haze as it guided down and fingers began to brush over my sensitive areas.
My breath came faster. My mind only sought to increase the sensations of pleasure.
Adam switched nipples, repeating the intense sucking, and pressed my hands harder into me. My hips flexed into the pressure seeking more. I threw my head back and began rubbing myself with abandonment.
“Oh, Adam.”
My hand was pulled away seconds before I would have orgasmed. Irritation built inside me. My mouth was about to let loose on Adam as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.
“Lean back on the bed, baby. I want you coming for the first time on my mouth. There will be plenty of time for me to watch you finger-fuck yourself.”
Adam’s words caused my anger to fade and be replaced by the fire that had tried to consume me before. I did as he asked. Soft silky material grazed my bare skin. Adam knelt before me, and his hands spread my legs open. Adam was devouring me and my legs spread open without hesitation.
“That’s right, Ainsley. Focus on how good my tongue is going to feel pressed against you.”
Adam’s head moved between my legs and his warm tongue found my sex. Any reservation I may have had about this arrangement left in that moment. The heat of his mouth combined with the pressure of his tongue on my clit had me breathless.
He pulled back. Right as I was about to scream at him in frustration, he returned to my core. His tongue did a circular thing that had ecstasy engulfing me as he made me come.
“Did that feel good, Ainsley?”
“Yes…”
My body had needed a good orgasm for a while. It began to unwind itself from all the pent-up tension I hadn’t realized I had. My mind was fuzzy as Adam stood and removed his boxers. His erect
ion sprang free, and with the size of him, I knew it was going to feel unbelievable when he entered me. He came over on top of me, and our mouths found each other again. The silk felt fantastic as he scooted us up the bed. The sensation was indescribable. I was lost as he kept bumping the tip of his cock on my clit. My body was ready for another orgasm. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I tried to pull him inside me. Adam’s arms left my back when we stopped moving, and I vaguely heard a ripping sound above my head. The way his tongue was tracing the veins of my neck had me bowing off the bed.
“More. I want more, Adam.”
“You’re about to get more.”
Next, I felt the tip of his erection at my sex. My mind came back to life as I said, “Condom?”
Adam’s mouth was at my ear. “It’s already on. Never worry about me using protection. I always will. Lose yourself in this, Ainsley. Let me take care of you.”
His words touched something deep within me. His hardened length breached my entrance, and my body began trying to pull him inside me. Adam pushed in slowly, and we both made noises of pure satisfaction.
“Shit, you feel fantastic.”
I brought his mouth back down to mine as I said, “You, too.”
He started moving, and my hips rocked into him for maximum friction. The climb was incredible as he thrust in and out, quicker and harder with each penetration into my body. My hands went to his shoulders, and I held on as the feeling of my orgasm spread through my body. Adam sunk into me one more time as he reached his own climax. We were both panting hard as he rolled off to the side. I was barely aware of him taking the condom off and tossing it somewhere beside the bed as I came back down to reality.
Adam covered our bodies up to our hips with a silk blanket. I needed that escape more than I’d known. I loved how free this felt. Everything I had ever done in the sexual realm had been straitlaced while I was in a relationship. Having sex with nearly a complete stranger was liberating and totally against my normally analytical brain. As the fog began to clear, I rolled onto my side, pulled the blanket up above my breasts, and looked him in the eyes. He mirrored my position, and we stared at each other for a bit. Adam seemed content to lay here, which made me smile.