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Adriana was about to ask him how he planned on doing that. Then she felt the thick weight of his erection pushing into her belly, and she was shocked and aroused all at the same time.
“Haven’t even seen you naked, babe, and I swear this is the best experience I’ve ever had in my life.”
Before she could voice out her protest, he was kissing her again, and this time there was no question who was in charge. He kissed her with a ferocity that made her toes curl and sent heat sweeping across her body like a tsunami, taking her mouth with a flaming possession, the taste of him on her lips driving her wild in a way she had never known possible. Adriana whimpered when she felt his chest brush against her breasts, her nipples two achy points begging for something she couldn’t put words to. She felt a small nudge on her belly and gasped as she realized that was his erection jerking against her. They probed each other’s tongues, seeking and finding secrets they never knew. Then he stood straight.
“Take off your top,” he said in a breathy tone.
Adriana looked at him, suddenly feeling shy as she reached for the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it over her head.
“Wow, even you taking off your dress in that shy way is better than watching any other experienced girl perform a striptease. Come here!”
Adriana slowly crawled across the couch into his arms, watching his eyes trail the length of her breast visible above her lacy bra. She knew she was not as endowed as most girls. It was not something she had ever seen as a disadvantage, and watching the way Odysseus was staring at them, she was not sure they were even now. God, it was like he wanted to take them in his mouth, and . . .
“What just crossed your mind?” he asked in a gruff voice as his hand cupped her face.
“Nothing.” She shook her head.
“You lie to me again, Ari, and I just may have to punish you,” he said in a singsong voice, his eyes a blazing light that shone down into her very soul until there was no part of her she could hide from him.
“Punish me?” Adriana wondered if it was normal for a guy she was making out with to express a desire to punish her. Then she wondered if it was normal that she was kind of aroused by this.
“What were you thinking, Ari?” he asked again rather than reply to her.
She looked down at her hands between them. “I was thinking that you were looking at my boobs as if you . . . you know, liked what you saw.”
“And what’s not to like?”
“I know they’re not that big, and—”
“If big boobs were a metric of how attracted I am to a girl, maybe I should go and date a cow.” He pulled her until she was straddling him. “You know what I like most about a girl’s boobs? Because of how crazy I can drive you just with those boobs alone.”
Adriana gasped slightly when she felt his hand on the strap of her bra behind her and heard it snap it open. Then he was pulling it down her arms as his eyes devoured the sight of her breasts, now free from their bonds, her hardened nipples a loud proclamation of how hot she was for him. He kissed her, his lips soft as his hand trailed a path from her face, down her shoulder, and to her chest. She whimpered when his fingers closed around one breast, the small, round, firm globe a perfect fit for his hand. His teeth grazed her lips as his tongue licked at them. He closed his thumb and forefinger around her nipple, and Adriana jerked, her head falling back against the couch.
Odysseus kissed his way down her cheek to her jaw, his teeth nipping at her shoulders as he moved lower. His fingers still worked her nipple, and he lifted his head when he heard her moan out loud, her nails scratching at the couch as her legs thumped against the cushions. Her expression was a trophy he captured and stored in his head. The honesty of the look in her eyes as arousal swamped through her, the moans and whimpers she didn’t bother hiding from him. With her, there was none of the sexual games he had seen from his previous partners, their need to goad him into thinking they were enjoying what he was doing stopping him from actually giving them the pleasure they wanted. With Adriana, he knew she loved what he was doing because she didn’t hesitate to show it in some way. He turned them so he was now the one on top and she on her back. Then he resumed kissing his way towards her breasts and felt her stiffen the closer he came to her nipple. Not stopping until he had one of those hardened peaks in his mouth, he was prepared when he felt her body buckle under him.
Adriana gasped, her hand grabbing Odysseus’s head as she pushed herself deeper into his mouth, needing more of the sensation. Up until she couldn’t take any more of it and pulled back, using her hand to lift his head away from her nipple as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Why did you do that?” Odysseus asked, looking down at her with a frown.
Adriana blinked as she looked up at him, too lost in sensation to even reply.
Odysseus leaned close, his breath hot on her skin. “Put your hands above your head and don’t take them down until I ask you to.”
“But—”
“Don’t complain, Ari, just do.”
She thought about it for a few moments, then did as he asked. “What happens if I want you to stop doing something?”
“Is there anything I’ve done that you’ve really wanted me to stop doing?”
Adriana shook her head.
“Good. Now keep those hands up, or you get all the pain and none of the pleasure.”
He lowered his head again and took her other nipple into his mouth, the semi-erect tip hardening immediately. His teeth grazed across it, and Adriana moaned louder, her hands jerking halfway down before she brought them back up. Odysseus licked and sucked one nipple, his hand toying with the other one. He felt her body buckle slightly under him, heard the cries that grew louder with each pull of his lips and teeth, and reveled in the knowledge that even in all of this, she still kept those hands where he told her to put them. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, and he knew he would definitely be jerking off to the memory of this that night. For now, he wanted to make sure he made her scream his name in pleasure.
Adriana wanted to scream at Odysseus, beg him to stop what he was doing. Only she knew that would be a lie, because she didn’t want him to stop. She just wanted . . . A moan stopped that train of thought, and her hands were already off the couch before she forced them back down. God, this was even more intense than before. This struggle to obey him and go against her instinct to grab his head. It was blindingly exhilarating and so much more pleasurable than before. Adriana wanted him to stop and never stop all at the same time. She suddenly felt his hand trail down her legs to unclasp her pants, and even though something told her to stop him, Adriana found herself closing her legs so he could pull her pants down.
