He continued massaging me expertly, and at that moment, I was thankful for all of his experience. I moved my mouth lower to begin gently biting his neck as I let myself get lost in the sensation, only vaguely aware that the persistent moans and whimpers echoing off the tile walls were my own. My voice sounded to me like I was hearing it under the water.
I heard him speaking to me in a low sexy way, telling me I was beautiful and he wanted me like he had never wanted anyone else. I felt like my body was a separate entity, and as he pleasured me, bringing me closer and closer to physical release, my mind embraced and reveled in all of the love and security he offered. That part felt just as warm as the bath we shared.
While my brain was overcome with the feeling of being truly loved, though, my pu**y was on fire. I felt deep pressure and tension, and my muscles clenching in intense anticipation as I climbed higher and higher. I really had no control over the physical at that point; I had had given that over to Adam willingly and entirely. Suddenly, I was climbing to the top of that roller coaster so fast it was dizzying. My voice got louder, higher, and shriller and I felt hot tears in my eyes because everything was just so intense that it was almost overwhelming me.
I closed my eyes, arched my back, cried out, and writhed, my hips thrusting of their own volition, riding his hand, moving closer, climbing higher. The pressure was becoming so powerful, so acute that I didn’t know if I could stand much more. I could feel every inch of my body, but yet somehow, it also felt like everything was concentrated in that one place where his fingers stroked me.
And then it happened, like getting hit with lightning, a bolt of electricity coursed through me and my muscles clamped down hard. In the next second, I felt like I was falling, my stomach plummeting, my vision blurred and I let out a deep sob. My whole body was hit by tremors so hard I that shook. The tears rolled down my cheeks as more sobs followed.
Adam immediately pulled me into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my back, telling me how much he loved me. It took a while for me to recover. I had never felt anything that intense, never let myself be that vulnerable and never let anyone care for me so sweetly.
Finally, after God knows how long, I collected myself. I leaned up and kissed him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth possessively, and then pulling back, biting his bottom lip gently and looking deeply into his eyes through my wet lashes.
“I’m sorry I got distracted,” I said in a shaky but sated voice.
“It’s okay. I would rather be inside you anyway. Now up on your knees because I want to suck on those gorgeous tits.”
I let out a sharp breath and felt the tingling start between my legs again as I rose up to my knees, still straddling him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, bending his head to my breast and stroking one taut nipple with his tongue, as his stubble abraded my hyper-sensitized skin, sending shock waves and shivers through me. Then he took it into his mouth and started vigorously sucking. My palm slapped against the smooth, slick tile wall, as I tried to steady myself because my legs had begun shaking so hard. His thumb started circling my clit again and I began feeling heated, feeling chills, feeling everything, including an aching need to have him inside me. He knew my body more intimately than anyone else ever had, and he sensed it when I was nearing the verge of desperation.
“Turn around, lean over and grab the edge of the tub,” he instructed in a husky voice, letting go of my waist. I did as he asked and I felt the water stir as he got up on his knees behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist again, leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Do you mind that we’re not facing each other?” I was surprised by how thoughtful and caring that question was.
“No, I know it’s you back there.” I felt him smile against my ear.
“Do you mind if we talk dirty?”
“Not at all.”
“Allow me to add then, that I’m going to pound this sweet pu**y so hard you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”
“Good,” I said swallowing hard and starting to pant. “As I mentioned earlier, I like hard.”
With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips and slid home. Then he began thrusting into me deeply. I reached down between my legs, so I could feel him sliding in and out of me and the sensation was incredibly erotic. Then I moved my fingers up to my clit and most sentient thought ended. One thing that I was aware of was that he was very vocal tonight.
“Yes. Oh God,” he ground out. “Ah-ha, Oh f**k!” he shouted, pumping his hips faster. “Your pu**y feels so good. I want to be deeper and deeper inside you.”
“Yes,” I cried out. “I can take it. I love it.” He adjusted his angle and pounded me even harder. I cried out, loving the potent combination of pleasure and pain as he hit up against the end of me inside. I felt the pressure building again, my muscles getting tighter as I started to climb.
“Oh f**k, Lily, it feels like you’re going to come, baby.” He reached around and started rubbing my clit along with me.
“I’m so close,” I said on a moan, pushing my hips back against him. “Please, please Adam. God, please I need to come.” I felt his other hand slide down to where we were joined and then trail back up, where he began placing pressure on my ass, massaging the tight ring of muscle as he continued thrusting hard. Finally, I yielded to him and his thumb slid inside me. That was more sensation than my body could handle. “Oh yes!” I screamed and then gasped as I went over the edge, crying out his name over and over as my muscles contracted all around him and I shuddered. It was all I could do not to collapse but somehow I managed. He moved his hands to my hips and just held on, slamming into me, making wonderful groans of pleasure, and rambling almost incoherently.
“Oh, Lily, so good. Oh baby, I feel it. Oh, God, baby, I’m going to come. Oh. Yeah. Oh, yeah, Oh Lily, Lily, Lily! Yes!”
With one final hard thrust, he let out a deep sound of intense pleasure, held himself against me tightly and exploded inside me. A couple of seconds later, he pulled me with him into his arms as we both collapsed back into the soothing bath. As I lay there against him, both of us trying to catch our breath, I knew that Lilah Alden’s books would never be the same now that she had a research partner. We got out soon after, dried each other off tenderly with big fluffy towels. Both of us were too exhausted for reading or even talking that night. I just snuggled down under the covers as Adam held me. Adam also now spooned with me at will, and didn’t fear bodily harm.