Page 42 of Adam’s Obsession

“No they wouldn’t.” She glanced away.

He tipped her chin back up. “Yes. They would. What man couldcatch a glimpse of this and not imagine wrapping your hair around his cock?”

Her eyes widened as though she’d never thought of such athing. “No!”

“I’m fantasizing about it right now.”

“Are you?” In a heartbeat she went from blind innocent tosultry seductress. Her hand drifted to his quickly reawakening cock.

Her touch on his flesh was like a brand and he groaned withthe pleasure of it. Sure, he was drained. Sure, he was sexually exhausted,completely sated. But her touch, her attention, her intent, was akin to givingan old car a jump with supercharged battery cables.

He was hard in a breath.

“What would you do?” Her purr was, really, more of a dare.

“Come on.” He tugged her toward the bedroom. Any bedroomwould do. “Let’s go find out.”

Adam survived their second session but just barely.Katherine’s newly discovered creativity in the bedroom nearly killed him. Andit wasn’t just what she did, the way she explored every inch of his flesh withher nimble fingers and questing tongue, ah, what a sweet, talented tongue. Itwasn’t the way she brought him to the edge and held him there, wickedly teasinghim and mercilessly drawing out his pleasure until his toes curled.

It was her whispers. As she worked on him, as she tormentedhim, she whispered to him, into his ear, into his soul. Those whispers kept himendlessly flirting with the little death, dancing on the sharp edge of sanityand satiety.

And then, finally, she mounted him. When he was so close toinsensate he wasn’t sure he could be trusted to accurately give his name, shelaid him on his back, arms over his head, and levered her sweet body over his.She sank onto his hard staff. He slipped in much more easily this time becauseshe’d been so thoroughly fucked already. She was slick and her muscles wererelaxed after so vigorous a massage. As she closed around him, hot and wet, heclenched his muscles and gritted his teeth to keep from thrusting up, deep andhard.

This time it was her turn.

Once he was deeply seated in her pussy, she placed her handson his chest and leaned forward, testing. He groaned as her muscles flexedaround him.

“Jesus,” he hissed.

“Do you like that?” Her eyes were wide, her expressioningenuous.

How could it be that a woman could whisper the wicked thingsshe’d uttered, weave such lurid and evocative fantasies in his mind and stillnaïvely have no clue what she was doing to him?

A queer suspicion flowered within him. “Have you done thisbefore?”

She shook her head, sending that glorious mane dancingacross his thighs. He groaned and writhed beneath her. Eager, inquisitive, shetested again, trying another angle and yet another. She drew her pelvis in awide circle, stretching and exercising his cock with the motion. It wasfan-fucking-tastic but Adam couldn’t allow himself to be distracted by suchbliss. At least, not yet.

“Your other partners never begged you to ride them?”Unthinkable. So far, this was almost his favorite thing, of all the thingsthey’d tried. Almost.

She snorted—he felt it all the way down to his balls—but shedidn’t answer. She merely tried another tantalizing angle. He arched his backto encourage more of that but she’d already moved on. Fortunately, the next positionwas equally exquisite.

With pleasure, he watched her move. The play of herabdominal muscles as she rode him, the fall of her hair with each stroke, thepert stand of her breasts as they undulated with her—all delightful to watch.The urge was growing within him to firmly grasp her hips and force hermovements to meet his swelling need. He’d nearly had enough of this teasingtorment but first he wanted his answer.

“Tell me.” He thrust up to meet her downward slide and shegasped, flushed.

She quivered around him and he knew, even as she’d beenpleasuring him, she’d been pleasuring herself, riding him to completion. Thethought made him want to crow. It made him want to explode. He tightened hisballs in an attempt to stave off his climax.

Panting, he demanded once more, “Tell me.”

She blinked. “What was the question?”

He growled. “Your other partners. I want to know. I needto…”

Jesus. What was that? She’d moved, twitched, done…somethingthat sent electric currents zinging up every nerve.

“Do that again.” An order. A plea. And she did. “Oh God.”His eyes rolled back in his head and he writhed beneath her.

She did it—whatever it was—again. And again and again. Sherode him, smiling the whole time as he moaned in helpless rapture.