“Christ.” He had his mouth on mine, his tongue speared between my lips.
He slid his hands down my shoulders, over my arms, gripping my waist tightly. And then he was walking us backward until I felt the cold, hard wall greet me, the heat from his body warming me.
He fucked my mouth, this deep rumble leaving him and having my inner muscles clenching almost painfully. Oliver opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, and when he moved his hands down my thighs, grabbed the edge of my dress, and bunched it in his fists, I nearly had an orgasm right then and there. He started to slowly lift the garment up, the material moving seductively along my skin, but he stopped far too soon, right before my ass was revealed.
“Tell me you want this, and I’ll give you more than you can handle.” He sounded pained as he murmured against my lips, but also frantic with his need.
I nodded. “Give it all to me, Oliver. We’ve waited long enough.”
He started grinding his erection into my belly, and a gasp left me as I let my head fall back against the wall.
I placed my hands on his pecs and gently pushed him back. Oliver took a stumbled step away from me, his head downcast and his eyes trained right on me. He was breathing so hard his chest was rising and falling fiercely.
For several seconds we stood there just staring at each other, no one speaking. I licked my lips, knowing I didn’t want us to go slow.
The sexual chemistry and electricity bounced between us and was so damn electrifying it heated the room almost unbearably.
Finding my strength, I grabbed the straps of my dress and pushed them off my shoulders, letting the material slide down my body so it pooled on the floor around my feet. I went for my bra, took that off, then went for my panties. Here I was standing naked, ready, willing… desperate.
8
Oliver
Christ.
I moved my gaze up and down her body, looking at her exposed chest, her curves, her lush, flawless dark skin. Although I’d seen her before, felt her… been inside her, it felt like I was experiencing this for the first time all over again.
Adele was all woman, feminine, beautifully curved in the right places, with a waist that was wide enough for me to hold onto when I was making her feel good. I loved that about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure I wanted to give her.
“God, Adele.” I ran a hand over my mouth, the sound of my palm moving over the stubble on my cheeks seeming overly loud. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but here we were, the sounds and words leaving me like I was feral.
I was right in front of her again, unable to control myself. I framed her face with my hands, tilting her head to the side and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands latched onto my biceps.
I licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted to her I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t control myself. I drew her tongue into my mouth and then ground my erection into her bare belly. It was like I did all those things simultaneously, like my body had a mind of its own. I deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer, as if she needed our bodies melded together. I was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.
Fuck, I was going to take her, make her mine, and nothing would stop me from claiming the woman I loved.
9
Adele
I wanted to be in the bed, with Oliver above me so I could feel the weight of his muscles pressing down on me, feel the masculinity pouring from him and surrounding me.
I broke away from him and whispered, “I want you, Oliver.” I was wet, my pussy clenching, needing his cock inside me, wanting to feel that stretch and burn so badly, so deeply.
But Oliver must have known what I wanted, or maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed, both of us in it—because he took my hand and led me down the short hallway to my room. He walked us in and shut the door with his foot, and in the next second he had me pressed against the wall and started kissing me again.
“Adele,” he groaned, “I can’t keep my hands off you, not even long enough to get you to the bed.” He breathed out against my lips.
He slid his tongue along mine. God, he made me feel so good, and he wasn’t even fucking me yet.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down my throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against my skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you sit down is that twinge of discomfort, because my cock was pounding into you the night before.”