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But she wasn’t listening anymore, intoxicated by the sweet taste of his pre-cum on her lips. It reminded her of berries but she didn’t want to question it anymore. She took him deep in her throat and then teased him, almost pulling the entire length out before she went down again. It wasn’t easy since he wasn’t small in any regard. Girth and length, he had both in addition to the little bumps. But hearing him groan and shake, silencing him with her mouth as he had done to her so many times, made the feeling of being choked all the more worth it. Made it hotter even. She continued to stroke and suck at him, her hands gliding easily over his lubricated cock. Suddenly, he pulled at her hair until she stopped and he could ease his cock out of her mouth.
“You keep doing that and I won’t be able to help myself.” He pushed her down on the bed and crawled between her legs, his cock nudging at her thighs as he stared down at her. “It’s like you’re a natural. The sounds you make, the way you use that mouth. You drive me so wild I can barely think.”
Hearing him say that had her pussy thrumming in arousal again. Knowing she had that effect over him, it was simply electrifying, and she lifted her head to give him a quick but hard kiss. He returned the kiss, his hand trailing around her body as he stared down at her.
“It’s never been like this with anyone else,” he said, his hand coming to rest on her face as he cupped her cheek. “The way you make me feel, I’ve never felt like that with anyone else, ever. I love you.”
She gasped, almost tearing at his words.
“I love you too.”
There was no hesitation, no second-guessing her reply. Almost as if she’d known what to say a long time ago and was just waiting for him to make the first move. She shifted when he rose above her, his hand grabbing his cock and easing it gently into her pussy. He moved ever so slowly, pushing through, his eyes on hers when she grimaced in pain. He didn’t stop, moving past that until he was safely through and pleasure was what she was feeling. Then he began to move. Finding a rhythm in the heat of her and loving the tight fit of her wetness around his cock. She moaned when he thrust in, whimpered when he pulled out, urging him on with her cries and then with her hands when he didn’t get the message. He turned over, both grunting and breathing hard as she went on top.
Adriana looked down at him, watching as he lifted a hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed his cock and repositioned it, sinking onto his shaft and enjoying the fullness of it. Placing her hand on his chest, she went with her instinct and began to ride him, the hands he splayed on her hips guiding her across the learning curve until she found a rhythm that worked. Wanting more of the sensation she was feeling, she placed a hand on his shoulder and began to ride him faster and faster, her hair falling across her face as she began to feel the tendrils of another orgasm. She rode him harder, crying and whispering his name.
Odysseus slipped a hand between them, his fingers finding her clit and pushing her faster toward her climax. He felt sweat bead on his forehead as he struggled to stop his own orgasm.
“Come for me, little one,” he urged her, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
This orgasm was different than the other ones, blinding her when it hit until it felt like she had been caught in a vortex of twisting pleasure. She clamped her legs tight, her pussy fisting around Odysseus’s cock as ripples of bliss swept through her. Then she heard him grunt and go still, only his hips jerking beneath her as his own orgasm emptied him.
Collapsing on top of him, Adriana burrowed into his heat, her hand falling on his chest. She grunted when he reached across the bed and drew the blanket to cover them. He kissed her on her forehead as he settled her across him.
“You’re the best, babe,” he whispered in her ear.
Adriana’s lips curved in a smile. “I think that’s because you bring out the best in me.”
Then she closed her eyes as sleep slowly took her.
ChapterSeven
Adriana moaned slightly as Odysseus tongue trailed the curve of her ear, her breath leaving her in gasps as she wondered how they had gone from arguing who would win in a fight betweenDeathstrokeandKillshotto his hand playing with her nipples just above the thin T-shirt she had on and his mouth driving her crazy. She knew where this was going, wanted it just as much as he did. In the one month since the first time they had made love in this very apartment, they had done it almost every day after. It was a time of bliss and pleasure-filled moments for Adriana, who loved how Odysseus seemed to know how to push her buttons to get a reaction from her. He was bossy and domineering, quicker to order her to do something than ask her nicely. And while Adriana totally loved it, she knew he was holding back, keeping a part of himself locked away. It was more a feeling than anything, but she was so sure of it she had talked to Paige. What had followed was a series of questions that had left her red with embarrassment and Paige a little impressed with what she called Odysseus’s mojo. In the end though, Paige’s advice had been simple.
“You think he’s hiding something, then talk to him about it. You don’t, you obsess over it and spoil the good thing between the both of you.”
And that was what she was going to do. Or wanted to do. It was hard to keep her train of thought when he started to use his hands like that. Then she felt those hands glide towards the clasp on her pants and lifted her hand to stop him.
Odysseus raised his head and looked at her, unadulterated desire in his eyes. “What is it?”
Adriana wanted to kiss him and let him take off her clothes and ravish her. “I want to ask you something,” she said instead.
Odysseus groaned. “And you’re sure it can’t wait? Maybe until after?”
“You’re holding yourself back,” she said simply and watched his eyes shut down as he sat on the couch and looked away.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Of course you do. If you didn’t, you’d have asked me what I meant first, and you wouldn’t have that look on your face.” She sighed as she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. “Look, I don’t know much about this stuff . . . sex. I mean, everything I know I probably got from you. But I know how to read people, understand them to see the patterns in their behavior, and maybe predict their pattern of thoughts.”
“Well, you got me all figured out, don’t you?”
“No. If I did, I’d know what’s wrong. What I know is that when we, you know . . . have sex, you hold back. Sometimes I feel you try to let whatever it is out. I hear it in your voice, how excited you get when you do. Then you shut it down and do what you think I want instead.”
Odysseus sighed. “Come on, Ari, you’re just imagining things, that’s all. Do I look like someone who has not been satisfied every time we have sex?”
“No, but I also know there is something more you want.” She paused, this time looking away and already blushing before she spoke. “I think you want to control me, dominate me when we have sex.”
“Ari!” Odysseus looked at her, surprised more by how true her words were. Not that he was ready to admit it. “Where did you get that idea from?”
