Can't Stand the Heat - Louisa Edwards [115]
She stretched out full-length on top of him. A pair of groans split the air.
“So good, sweetheart,” Adam huffed.
“I know.” She shivered. “We fit.”
The thick, solid length of his erection was like super-heated steel against her stomach. Demanding attention.
Miranda gave Adam a deep, lazy kiss, holding herself up on her hands above him. The curve of her spine pushed her lower body into his and she writhed slowly, enjoying the pressure, the hot, slick caress of the swollen cock on her stomach. The way Adam’s eyes squeezed shut and he gasped into her mouth, hands clenching on her upper arms.
Licking at his lips, Miranda backed off before nipping at his chin and nudging her tongue along his jaw and down his neck.
She slid down, down, down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. Adam propped himself up on his elbows to watch her, hot, dark eyes never leaving her face.
“Never want to see anything but this again. Christ, Miranda, you look better than anything.”
“Better than a perfectly clear pot of stock?” she teased, lapping at his belly button. The shallow cup of flesh quivered under her tongue. “Better than Violet’s buttercream or Quentin’s béarnaise, or Milo’s carved radishes?”
Adam cracked a smile—his first real smile since Rob had stormed the kitchen. A sense of accomplishment glowed through her.
“Definitely better than Milo’s radishes.” He chuckled. “Those ones he carves to look like people are freaky.”
“Mmm. I won’t tell him you said that; it’d break his heart.” Miranda licked a wet stripe up Adam’s cock, base to tip.
“Thanks,” Adam gasped, head thunking back down on the bed hard enough to bounce as his arms slid out from under him.
“You’re welcome,” Miranda said, intoxicated by the immediate rush of heat that filled her body when she did this to Adam. To be the one to make him moan and flush, smile and pant—how could she ever have thought she’d be able to do without this?
Fierce exultation rocketed through her veins at the thought that she didn’t have to. She could have it all—Jess safe and happy, Adam hot and alive and throbbing beneath her.
As she applied herself to the task of turning Adam inside out with pleasure, she reflected that life could be very sweet, indeed.
Adam was lost in a haze of shivery, zinging sensation. Everything inside him felt too big to contain, like he was bursting out of his skin. But in a good way.
Miranda was like magic moving over him, her mouth hotter than the inside of the big bread oven. Wetter, though, God, so wet and scalding and awesome. The changing pressures of her mouth kept him off guard, nerves awake and begging.
She ducked her head and took him deep, the silky smoothness of her cheeks hollowing against the sides of his dick. Twisting up in a corkscrew motion, her tongue working delicately, a velvet rub against his most sensitive skin. And all of it was amazing. But it was the sharp, light edge of teeth she gave him that made him want to howl.
He should’ve known she’d be a technique queen, his detail-oriented Miranda. One night together had taught her Adam’s hot spots, the ways of moving and touching that short-circuited his brain. The furrow between her brows gave her a look of such dedication to her appointed task—that expression got him right in the balls, made him hotter almost than the way she was touching him.
They had to slow this down or he wasn’t going to last.
“Did you get even better at this since last night?” he managed to grunt out.
“Glad you like it,” Miranda hummed, the vibration setting off another round of the shakes all through Adam’s body.
“That’s really not a strong enough word for how I feel about this. And if you don’t want it to be all over before it gets started, you should stop touching me. Like, now.”
Gripping him in one soft hand, Miranda sat up. “Tell me what you want.