Adam tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart that pounded in his chest.
How had he come to be so lucky?
He lay still on his bed, letting Kara take the lead. Her hand on his cock felt so fucking good, he had to grit his teeth to keep from letting himself go too fast. She turned on her side, facing him, her beautiful breasts, brushing lightly against his chest.
He’d die a happy man at this moment.
She worked her hand up his shaft, her firm, warm hold, driving him out of his mind.
Her waist flared at her hips, the soft fold at the curve creating an ache in his jaw. He wanted to bite her there and know how she’d taste. Every hidden spot, every curve of her body was like a small slice of heaven and he fucking loved exploring every inch of it.
She looked up at him and stilled when she saw him staring at her.
“What?” she smiled, rubbing her thumb over the thick crown, making his teeth clench. Fuck, he was about to lose it.
“Nothing,” he said softly, leaning in and brushing her lips with his. The smile stayed on her face and she shook her head, leaning in to kiss his throat and then the center of his chest.
Without warning, she pushed him back on the bed and straddled his thighs.
Adam lost his train of thought for a moment. She was fucking magnificent.
Kara’s hair fell around her face, framing it, the unbrushed strands standing up and sticking out in some directions. She gave him a quick smile before she bent her head and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck,” Adam shouted hoarsely, the unexpected action and the feel of her warm, moist mouth more than what he could handle.
He grabbed her hair, combing the strands with his fingers, pushing them out of the way so he could see her face. He cursed and groaned when he felt the back of her throat. Kara licked him underneath the head, her tongue flicking against him and making his body clench. The muscles in his legs tightened when she reached out and cupped his sac, adding to the incredible sensations.
She moved her mouth over him, taking him deeper each time. He saw her focusing on relaxing her throat as she took him in, working over his flesh in the most incredible way possible.
In his chest, his heart felt full with love, with devotion. He would do anything for her. Anything.
She had wound her way into the darkest corner of his soul and with every passing second, was infiltrating every inch of his being. He loved her more than he had ever loved another human.
He felt the tightening of his abdomen that told him his release was beginning to creep up on him.
Cursing out loud, he sunk his fingers into Kara’s hair and with some difficulty, made her stop.
She looked up at him with surprise and confusion, her green eyes bewildered. Her lips were wet and slightly swollen and it took everything he had to stop himself from thrusting back into her mouth.
“What happened? Was I doing it wrong-“
He didn’t let her finish. Grabbing her waist, he picked her up and turned, laying her on the bed in one quick move. He grabbed the condom packet from his wallet near the mattress, tore it open and rolled it onto himself in record time.
Kara watched him with impatience now, her legs hovering over the bed, bent at the knees.
As soon as he was done sheathing himself, she grabbed him by the shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Adam didn’t wait another second. He held her hips in place and thrust into her in one long, smooth move. Kara moaned out loud, her back arching off the bed, her ankles locked behind his back.
Adam thrust into her slowly, at odds with the incessant need coursing through him.
“How the fuck are you so good at that?” he grunted in her ear, holding her to him, his arms tight around her torso.
He felt her turn her face into his neck and she smiled.
“I’ve been watching a couple of tutorials,” she whispered conspiratorially.
Adam barked out a laugh, his heart constricting in his chest. “Ah, baby, you’re fucking incredible,” he sunk his teeth into the spot between her neck and shoulder.
In his arms, Kara lifted her hips in time to his strokes, matching his tempo and making him burn with need for her.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Changing his mind, he switched his strokes to slow and deep, letting her down on the bed and then dipping his head to her body.
Adam kissed her.
Any inch of skin that he could find; he suckled it. He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. He nipped at the delicate skin at the nape of her neck, soothing the sting with his tongue. Kara’s arms tightened around him. She let out those soft little cries that he was coming to love.
He took her breast in his mouth, suckling the tip, laving the tender skin and then repeating the same action on the other one. When she tried to bring his face to hers, he grabbed both her wrists, shackling them in his hands and held them over her head. The action made her breasts lift and he smiled when she gave her denial that morphed into a moan at the touch of his tongue on her breast.
Her sex clenched him inside her body, held him there, the tight muscles almost choking him.
Her channel was moist, wet. Every touch he gave her, every stroke of his tongue making her even wetter, easing his passage into her body.
“You feel fucking perfect, Kara,” he growled out into her neck, between kisses.
He left one wrist and settled his fingers on her sex, rubbing the bundle of nerves.
Kara bit her lip, staring down at where their bodies became one.
“Look at me,” he bit out, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Your mine, little raven. All mine,” he kissed her hard, demanding her response.
She gave it to him without inhibitions.
“Say it,” he demanded, pushing into her till the hilt. Then he stayed still, not moving, his eyes hot on hers.
Kara gasped in outrage and grabbed his back, lifting her hips, “I’m yours,” she breathed out hurriedly, the flush on her skin, spreading up her cheeks.
Adam smiled at her acquiescence.
Then he began moving again, giving them both what they wanted.
When they came, Kara clung to him, her breath hot on his neck, her cries for his ears alone. Adam kissed her till she was spent and then gathered her into his arms, wishing that the moment would never end.