Chapter One

Thanksgiving Day

I sat bolt-upright so forcefully that I threw Adam off of me and right out of bed. He landed on the floor with a thump looking startled.

“Hey! What did I do?” he asked in a groggy voice.

I was trembling, my heart pounding so hard, it felt like I was standing next to a speaker at a rock concert. I looked down at my left hand in a panic and immediately released a ragged breath. Relief washed over me when I saw the ring in the morning light.

“You left,” I whispered hoarsely. I looked around and saw the familiar black and gray décor of Adam’s bedroom and calmed down a little more.

“You kicked me out of bed,” he reminded me, picking himself back up and crawling under the covers with me again. My gaze traveled over to him, morning scruff on his chin, dark hair rumpled from sleep – beautiful.

“In my dream. You left me,” I explained. Even saying the words made me shudder. He noticed and pulled me into his arms. They were strong arms. Adam worked out and his muscles were hard and well-defined. He was so much bigger than me and I loved it.

“I’m not leaving, you nutty broad.” He stroked my hair gently. “It’s my apartment.” I leaned back and glared at him, but his smile softened me again and I snuggled back into his embrace.

“It’s just subconscious fear. I’m afraid that if I love you too much you’ll reject me.” I felt him tense and hug me tighter.

“No other woman has ever been able to get me as worked up as you do.” He took my hand and guided it to the familiar bulge pressing against my leg. “In more ways than one.”

“Maybe you should reassure me.” I really wanted him to reassure me actually.

“I’ll give you a good reassuring, baby,” he replied with a laugh and a lecherous look, pushing me onto my back. In seconds, his head was between my legs and his tongue was stroking my clit. I moaned and grabbed his hair, grinding against him.

“Please, Adam.” I gasped.

“Please what?” he mumbled, and the vibration of his words drove me into a frenzy.

“Please!” I cried again, voice rising in volume and pitch. Arching my back, I yanked on his hair so hard it’s a wonder that I didn’t pull it out.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, just before his tongue swept up inside me. I moaned again, louder this time. Frankly, I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. Then, it soaked into my lust-drenched brain that I wanted him to fill me up. Completely. I wanted to feel claimed.

“Fuck me!” I cried out urgently. “Please Adam! I need you to f**k me. Everywhere! I want you to show me I’m completely yours.” I felt him pause as what I was saying sunk in. He looked up at me questioningly. “My mouth.” I panted. “My pu**y.” I paused. “Everywhere.”

His dark eyes burned with almost predatory excitement. Slowly, he crawled up over me, that hot gaze never leaving mine. When he was kneeling over me, positioned just above my mouth, he reached down and gently tilted my head back.

“Let’s see how much you can take,” he said in a quietly firm voice that thrilled me so much that it made me shiver.

I reached up and guided him between my lips as he braced his hands against the headboard and adjusted his angle. Then he pushed down slowly and slid up against the back of my throat, pausing to see if he would gag me. The angle worked and he didn’t. Grabbing his ass tightly, I eased him down even more, relaxing and accepting him. He groaned as he slid deeper. I concentrated on keeping my muscles loose and trusted him not to lose control. His breathing turned ragged as he started moving. The research for my erotic romance novels was paying off. I had figured out how to deep throat without injuring either one of us.

His heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure filled the room. He kept saying my name over and over, and hearing him so far gone almost made me come. His rhythm eventually faltered and his muscles became as tense as piano wire. I knew those were his signs. I could read his body as well as he could read mine.

“I can’t … Oh f**k! I’m coming, Lily!” He clutched my head with one hand, grabbing onto my hair; then he shuddered and stilled. I swallowed and he made an almost desperate sound.

After a few seconds, he eased out of my mouth and laid down beside me, rolling over and kissing me deeply. I loved that he kissed me. I knew he was showing me that even though we were being wild, he didn’t see me as a whore. It was great to have a partner who you could be down and dirty with, knowing he would never make you feel like trash.

When we had kissed and cuddled for a while, I reached down between his legs and gently rubbed his balls to remind him that we weren’t done yet. That beautiful c**k responded like it belonged to a seventeen year-old.

“Do you still want me to …?” he began.

“Are you okay with that?” I interrupted.

“Sure, if you are. Have you ever done that?” he asked, watching me stroke him.

“Yes. Does that disappoint you?” I asked, tensing up a little.

“No. Why should it?” I sighed and relaxed again. I loved that he didn’t care.

“I figured maybe you wanted to go to uncharted territory. Isn’t that a guy thing?”

“Some guys. I don’t need to be the first as long as I’m the last.” He reached up and started kneading my breast and I sighed as a warm wave of pleasure rolled down over my tummy. “So we should probably start off the traditional way.”

“Would it totally ruin the mood if I asked for a private moment to prepare myself first?” I asked, giving him a significant look.

“Uh, no. It’s rather considerate actually. Do you mind if I read one of your books while I wait? I believe I recall a scene in the third one that would set the mood perfectly.”

“Go right ahead.” I smiled gratefully and headed off for the bathroom.

Here was a moment I would probably never mention in one my books. While most romance novels didn’t describe details like preparing yourself for anal sex, most real people didn’t say “puckered love bud” either.

A few minutes later, I returned to the bedroom where Adam held his iPad in one hand and himself in the other. God, I loved watching him do that, especially, knowing it was my writing that was turning him on. He looked so sexy, flushed and breathing quickly. I swallowed hard and felt a heavy ache develop between my legs. He looked up then and his eyes raked over my body.

“Come here Lily,” he said in a tone that made me shiver again. He put his iPad on the bedside table and I walked over to him on rubbery legs. He shifted up onto his knees and grabbed a couple of pillows, positioning them in the middle of the bed. “Crawl up here and lean over the pillows,” he said firmly. Copyright 2016 - 2023