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“Then I would ask why you wasted our time by bringing us here in the first place?”
Odysseus swallowed hard, surprised by her statement. Then he was reaching for his wallet to drop more than enough money to cover the cost of their meal and a tip as he grabbed her hand and hurried her out of the restaurant and to his car outside.
ChapterSix
This was not the first time she would be in his bedroom. They had made out here a few times, and the sight of the checked comforter on his bed and satin-covered pillows were a familiar sight to her. But this was the first time she knew with certainty that all her clothes were going to be coming off, and that this would not stop at her orgasming from his mouth and hands alone. Or her jerking him off. She was standing at the foot of his bed, looking up at him. The light in the room was just bright enough for her to see him and still dim enough that it casted their bodies in muted shadows. He reached for the hem of her shirt, and she let him, smiling when he pulled it out of her jeans. She had seen how he had reacted when he first caught sight of her at her door, the small pull of his breath as his eyes traveled down the length of her body, heat curling up in his gaze. Now she eagerly allowed him to undress her until she was standing in nothing but her lingerie while he stood fully clothed still.
He leaned down to kiss her, and Adriana moaned as his lips brushed against her, hard and demanding. She returned the kiss, wrapping her hands around the muscular columns of his arms as her soft and lush lips teased him back. The push of his erection into her body had her yearning with desire, and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his skin on hers.
“No.” Odysseus stopped her with a single word delivered in a tone that brooked no argument.
Adriana moaned in protest, but her hands fell away as she looked at him. Her body vibrating with a need she was not even trying to hide. She found him studying her, his eyes hooded, as if high on something. Yet she knew the only drug he was intoxicated on was her. It was powerful and heady, driving her wild.
“What do you want?” he asked as his hand traced out the outline of her breasts above her bra.
Adriana gasped when those hands pulled one strap down and pinched her nipple softly.
“Anything you want to do to me,” she managed to answer in a gasp.
He smiled, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. “Good answer, baby girl. Good answer.”
He leaned down and grazed his teeth across the nipple he just pinched. Adriana jerked wildly, her hands grabbing his head as she moaned loudly. She felt heat trickling down her legs, her pussy creaming at his touch. He pushed her to the bed and went after her, his thighs spreading hers wide open so he could place himself between her legs, and his lips wrapping around her nipple yet again. With his hands, he lifted hers and placed them on the headboard. The command was unmistakable, and even as Adriana obeyed him, she pleaded with him to let her use her hands.
“Please, Odysseus, I don’t think I can hold myself back.” She moaned loud when rather than give her an answer, his lips sucked her nipple and breast into his mouth. “Please . . .”
He lifted his head and looked at her, waiting until she opened her eyes to glance at him.
“You want to use your hands?”
Adriana nodded.
“Only thing you get to use that hand for is to make yourself come while I watch you,” he replied in a throaty voice that had her legs spreading even wider.
Adriana blushed at his words, still not completely used to the blunt way he had of talking about these things. “You want me to . . .”
He didn’t reply. Just lifted a hand and grabbed one of hers, his other hand pulling her panties down her legs. Adriana closed her eyes as he guided her hand between her legs.
“Come on, babe, show me how you like to be touched. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
Cheeks hot, she began to stroke her pussy, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it. She moaned low in her throat, then higher when his hands pushed against hers, making her stroke harder.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
And she did, their eyes meeting as he worked her hands to drive her to pleasure. When it became too much and her moans turned to pleading whimpers, he didn’t relent. When her leg began to spasm as she felt her orgasm approach, he took over. His thumb working at her clit until she gasped her first orgasm of the night. Before she could catch her breath again, he was crawling between her legs, pushing her panties all the way down and tossing them away. He sighed as he sighted her wet and glistening slit, the small triangle of soft, dark hair above it guiding him. She moaned loud when he licked her slick folds, her legs tightening around his neck. With a small tug of force, he separated those legs and pushed them wide open.
“Keep those legs apart, Adriana, or I stop.”
“But . . . but . . . I can’t . . . can’t help myself,” she protested in short gasps.
He said nothing, just returned back to her pussy, licking and sucking, lips and tongue working that wet cavern of explosive pleasure. And Adriana fought with everything she had to keep her legs as wide as he wanted them. Even when she so desperately wanted to close them around his face, limit the barrage of sensation he was delivering. But she didn’t. Which meant she felt every lick, every lap, every pull of his lips right down to her very core. He took her clit into his mouth, feeling it swell and harden between his lips. She was so aroused he could feel her entire body vibrating around him. He felt her orgasm built again, her spine tensing as her toes curled inwards and her hand clawed at his bed until that explosion of pleasure went off. For the second time that night, she cried out in pleasure, her legs thumping against his back.
When she opened her eyes, she found him taking off his clothes, and even though she wanted to do that — slip those buttons out herself — she found she needed a few moments to get her body responding to her again. By the time she managed to sit up, he was already naked, his large purple cock fully erect and jutting out of his thighs. Her breath caught as she stared at it. She reached for it, grateful when he allowed her to wrap her hands around his dick. It felt a little bumpy, as if it was one of those nubbed toys she had used back at home. She stroked and heard him groan, his hips pushing into her hands as he stood between her legs while she sat on the bed. Then she gave in to an urge she’d been having for a very long time and took him into her mouth. Woah, the flavor wasn’t like anything she had ever tasted there before. It was almost like a banana.
“Fuck!” Odysseus bit out, his fist clenching in her hair. “I didn’t—”
His words were cut off when her tongue licked the underside of his shaft, and this time, he held on just so he didn’t cum in her mouth right there.
“Ari,” he said in a strained voice.
