"God, that felt amazing," I say, laughing. I missed these playful, spontaneous moments so much.
I pull Adrian up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.
I then kiss his neck and work my way down. His body is still hard, still chiseled perfectly. My hands run across the ripples of his six pack before I go lower and take his cock in my hands.
I start stroking and look into his eyes. I see the hunger in them and nothing else.
Gripping his cock, I run his head up and down my entrance, using myself to lubricate him.
"You ready?" he asks.
I nod and slide my hand back up his chest and over his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Yes."
For a split second he looks at me, nothing but heat and need and the desperate, aching desire between us. His hands slide under my thighs, and then he's lifting me, positioning me slightly off the edge of the table, and I feel him, hard and hot and exactly what I need.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he says, brushing the hair out of my face.
"I won't," I say, my voice steady. "I want this."
And then he pushes into me slowly, and I gasp, my head falling back, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
He stills immediately, his entire body rigid.
"Elena."
"Don't stop," I say quickly, my legs tightening around his waist. "Please don't stop."
He exhales as his hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing over my ribs as he starts to move.
Slow and gentle.
My body isn't used to his size, and the stretch to fit him is intense. It burns but in a good way.
I breathe, letting my body relax, take the man that belongs to me. Was made for me.
He leans forward and I fall back slowly until my back hits the cold table. His lips find my neck and he kisses and licks me, down and across my collarbone to the hollow of my throat, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.
The cool surface of the table against my back. The heat of his body against mine. The stretch and fullness of him inside me.
It's perfect and, in a way I never expected, it's healing.
"Adrian," I say, my hands sliding into his hair.
"I'm here, baby," he says against my skin.
He shifts his angle, thrusting deep into me and I cry out, my nails dragging down his back.
"Fuck," he says, his hands gripping my hips tighter. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock."
I smile. "More," I say, my voice breathless. "I need more."
He pulls back slightly to look at me, his desire filled eyes searching mine.
"Like before?"
"Yes," I say, my voice firm. "Like before."
He smiles. "Perfect, beautiful."