“Adam—I think—I mean—”
“You want it too, don’t you sweetheart?” I ask, finally leaning in and teasing my lips softly against hers. “There’s no one here. No cameras, no guards, no pissed-off patrons. Just me and you.”
“I—but I’ve never … I wouldn’t know what to do, Adam.”
My brain stutters to a screeching halt.
“You’re a virgin?” I growl. The thought that I’ll be the first man to touch her at all is intoxicating. Heat pools in my cock, making it twitch.
“Yeah, and I’m not ashamed of it.” Little liar. Her embarrassment is plain on her face, but she doesn’t need to feel it at all.
“Fuck, baby.” I drop my forehead to hers. What little control I have threatening to snap under the weight of my urge to take her. “You’re perfect. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You … you like that?”
Like it? I almost scoff at the thought. I’d like her regardless, but this makes me desperate for her in a way I didn’t know I had in me. I thought my want had already peaked, but this just makes it clearer to me that she’s mine, and mine alone. I want to fill her with my seed and show her that she owns me. That she’s owned me for weeks and will have me for the rest of my life.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. She gasps, her beautiful brown eyes widening when her stomach presses against the hard ridge of my erection. Her chest heaves and she leans into my touch when I run my fingers from her jaw and caress my way down the hollow of her neck.
“A-Adam,” she stammers, her fists taking up handfuls of my shirt.
My lips hover over hers, but only for a second before I give into my desires and kiss her. Her lips part for me, opening up to deepen the kiss. She tastes better than I could have ever imagined. She tilts her head back and allows me to fill her mouth with my tongue, kissing her hungrily until we’re both gasping for breath.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I first saw you,” I pant. “You were a pretty little thing, all nervous to meet me. Were you scared to be locked in such a place with animals such as myself?”
She quivers when I brush my fingers against her shoulders to drag the straps of her dress down. I step back to watch the dress drop to the floor, revealing her matching bra and panties.
My breath turns ragged when I reach back to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts slip out and nipples pop free, begging for the soft touch of my lips. I’m helpless against her. Utterly fucking helpless.
“Did you look at me and wonder what it’d be like to have me at your mercy?”
Her head falls back against the wall with a moan, eyes fluttering closed as I tease her nipples to peaks with my fingers, and soaking in every single expression and sound she makes under my touch. But even these sweet sounds aren’t enough. I need to taste her. I gently steer her to the bed. I nudge open her legs before kneeling between her parted thighs.
“I would have dropped to the floor and eaten you out in front of everyone in that room if you demanded it of me that afternoon. You want me to do that, don’t you? To show them the power you have over me?”
I don’t wait for her answer as I lean down and close my mouth over her nipple to rub my tongue over the stiff bud. Her cry is the answer I need. I bite the peaked bud gently before soothing the sting with my tongue.
“Oh—” She grips my shoulders. “I’ve never felt like this before, I—”
My eyes shoot to hers. I want to fuck her until she’s feeling every inch of me inside that tight pussy, screaming out my name at the top of her lungs. Get her on her hands and knees, fuck into her with the intensity of a starved man but my time will come. Right now, my flower needs gentle.
“Good, baby,” I growl, my needs be damned. I’ve been celibate for ten years, I can wait a little longer. “You’re perfect. Just let it happen, just keep feeling.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes meeting my heated gaze. “I … I like it. It feels good.”
“I can make it feel even better,” I rasp, grabbing her thighs and drawing her to the edge of the bed. I tear her panties from her body. She tries to close her thighs self-consciously, but I keep them open, fingers pressing into her skin as I stare hungrily at her perfect cunt.
Yuri cries out when I drag my tongue over her wet slit, collecting all the moisture to my tongue and committing her scent to memory. Her hands thread into my hair, pulling me closer as she bucks her hips into my face.
“Adam,” she whimpers.
Her thighs tremble as I nudge my lips against her wet valley to expose her to me even further. She whimpers when I drag my tongue up and down, lapping up every drop of her wetness. I have never tasted anything this intoxicating and I own a bar. Not even close.
Her knees widen as she trembles, allowing me better access. Her sobs urge me to work twice as hard, twice as hard if only to feel her come apart under my tongue.
My cock throbs hard, desperate for stimulation, so I drop my hand to my fly and yank down the zipper of my jeans. I let out a deep groan as I finally wrap a fist around my throbbing cock. My lips close over her swelling bud as I jerk my shaft roughly, our moans mixing with one another to fill the room.
“A-Adam … I feel so …”