Can't Stand the Heat - Louisa Edwards [93]
“Now who’s talking too much?” Miranda asked, hitching herself higher against him and reveling in the feel of Adam’s callused palm sliding around to cup her bottom.
“You’re right,” Adam admitted, flexing his hands and curling his fingers inward. Miranda shifted, knowing he was testing her readiness to take him, and knowing as well that he’d find her body wet and open.
He groaned when the pads of his fingers met her damp inner folds. Miranda threw her head back at his delicate caress. She could feel the throbbing length of his erection brushing the backs of her thighs, the crease of her buttocks, and she wanted it with a sudden ferocity that took her by surprise.
They moved together without words, Adam’s hands supporting Miranda’s shift onto her knees, her thighs trembling against his flanks as she straddled him. Then the head of his cock was right where she wanted it, so close, tip kissing the wet, aching entrance to her body. Miranda braced her hands on Adam’s wide shoulders. Their faces were mere inches apart. Every breath Miranda took was laden with Adam’s essence.
Their eyes locked. And she opened herself up and slid down his length in a lush, controlled glide that forced hoarse cries of pleasure from both of them.
So full, was all Miranda could think as she sank down and sealed herself to Adam.
The wicked pressure of Adam’s thick cock made lights flash before her eyes, like soft explosions in her peripheral vision. She clenched her inner muscles without meaning to and they both groaned at the intensification of sensation.
Miranda stared at Adam’s lust-blown pupils, his heavy lids and absurdly long eyelashes, and in the midst of the most shattering physical experience in Miranda’s memory, Adam bumped his nose questioningly against hers.
Such a silly, sweet thing, but it unraveled her.
With a cry that sounded broken and defeated to her own ears, Miranda wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around Adam. Somehow, Adam took that as his cue to move, and in seconds they were sitting face-to-face. He started a slow rocking that drove his cock up into her in short, powerful pulses. Miranda buried her face in his shoulder and held on.
Sitting up like this, arms pressing each other close—it was terribly intimate. Adam was so deep inside her that every upward thrust touched a place that had never been touched before, forging pathways into her body and making them his own. Adam swept his hands down her heaving sides and along her cramping legs. Lifting her with one sinewy forearm below her buttocks, he used his other hand to straighten her bent legs and encourage them to clamp around him.
Relief sang through Miranda’s body as she bounced down, now seated fully on Adam’s lap. The new position pressed him even deeper inside her, till she was sure she could almost feel him in her throat. There was something ridiculously hot about allowing Adam to manhandle her pliant body into whatever shape suited his whims.
Twining her trembling limbs around him like an especially clingy vine, Miranda turned her mouth to Adam’s neck, taking his salty skin between her teeth. He grunted and moved into her even more forcefully. She smiled around her mouthful and sucked harder. She had a wild desire to mark him in some visible way, just as he was marking her deep inside.
Every thrust ground her into the hardness of his pubic bone, setting off sharp bursts of pleasure that radiated up her spine, threatening to blow off the top of her head. She shook in his grasp, straining toward something so big it scared her.
“Come on, sweets,” Adam rasped against her cheek. “Let it go.”
He grabbed her waist and pulled her down while thrusting up, circling her hips in a tight spiral that stretched her around him and rubbed her clit against