Take This Man (6 page)

Adam
watched her, licking his lips nervously, his own face flushed with arousal. “Elyse.”
He moved to her, took her hands.

They
stood there silently. Elyse’s gaze was turned away. She didn’t dare look at him.

“You
look beautiful.” His voice was hoarse.

She
turned her eyes to his. He grasped her shoulders and hauled her to him. Their
mouths met and Adam groaned, crushing her even closer. She loved being held
against the solid wall of his chest, loved the softness of his lips, the
insistence of his probing tongue. His kisses were delicious, and Elyse was
greedy for them.

Adam
groaned again. “Jesus, it’s been so damn long.” The words were garbled, eaten
by their mouths, which refused to part after such a long and arid separation.

He
scooped his arm under her thighs, and carried her toward the bed. Elyse
panicked, pulling her lips from his to cry, “No, no!” She’d never be able to
resist him if he placed her on that bed.

Adam
veered away, kissing her again, depositing her instead in the armchair he’d
just vacated. He slid to the carpet, kneeling between her legs. Gently, he
placed his big hands on her knees and slid them up her thighs, his eyebrows
quirking when he discovered the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings.

His
fingers danced across the lace, and teased the soft skin above them. “Open,” he
murmured, and Elyse widened her legs to give him what he wanted. What
she
wanted.

Sliding
the skirt higher up her thighs, Adam lowered his head to the juncture between
them and breathed deeply, inhaling her fragrance. “Mmm…” he sighed, his warm
breath misting her as he exhaled. Nuzzling his nose against the satin panel of
her panties, he tickled her swollen clit. Then he gently sucked it.

“Ahh!”
Elyse’s head fell back as her body jerked. Adam pulled her hips closer to the
edge of the chair, and settled her legs over his shoulders. Elyse grabbed the
arms of the chair as she slid forward, her lower back on the seat. The
awkwardness of the position hardly registered. Her head buzzed as Adam played
with her. Using his tongue to tickle her distended clit, he kept her in an
agony of wanting. Perspiration filmed her skin and fire streaked to her pussy.
She was so close to coming her clit tingled, but he kept her dancing on the edge.

Her
foggy brain recalled his earlier words.
Been so long.
Ah, God, yes, it
had been too long. Too long since anyone made her feel this good.

Then
Elyse’s brain shut down altogether. Adam softly nipped her clit and sparks shot
through her synapses. “Oh God! Ahh! Yes!” Her back arched, her fingers squeezed
the armrests, and her pussy rippled in orgasm. He sucked at her tenderly as she
came, making the contractions last and last.

Moments
later, her head sagging on her neck, her body utterly boneless, she blinked at
Adam. “Wow.” She closed her gaping mouth—she only hoped she hadn’t drooled.

Adam’s
gaze was soft upon her. His eyes reflected pride in satisfying her, and
pleasure in watching her come. But the flush on his cheeks and the tension
around his mouth told her he had needs, too, that were unmet.

She
suddenly felt bashful with him. “Thank you.” Her voice was quiet and a blush
warmed her face. How silly to be shy now. She laughed and shook her head. “I
was so quick, I’m embarrassed. I didn’t even get my panties off.”

Adam
smiled then, a real smile. “No such thing as too quick. Well, not for a woman,
anyway.” He got to his feet, wiping his palms on his slacks and glancing around
the room. “Well, uh, we should get going…”

Elyse’s
mouth fell open in surprise. “You want to go? But I thought—I mean, you haven’t—”
Her eyes flicked down his body to the sizeable erection bulging in his slacks.

His
jaw tightened. “It’ll go away by itself in a few minutes. That wasn’t the plan,
Elyse. I didn’t come here tonight to fuck you.”

A
moment ticked by, then Elyse said it. “Even if I want you to?”

“Jesus,
what are you trying to do to me?” He went down on his knees again and hauled
her to him, pulling her out of the chair and down to the carpet with him. They
mashed their lips together desperately, almost angrily, to punish each other
for the sins of the past.

They
both knelt on the floor. Elyse stroked him through his pants, loving the hard
feel of him. His cock moved into her hand, seeking her touch. She fumbled to
unzip him one-handed, her other hand gripping his shoulder, her lips glued to
his.

It
wasn’t enough. She broke free, gasping, and he was already pulling up the hem
of her shirt. “Off,” he murmured. She raised her arms high, enabling him to tug
the shirt over her head and fling it to the floor. Elyse pushed at his
shoulder, letting him know she wanted him to lie on his back.

She
attacked his fly, stroked him briefly through his boxers, then reached in to
find his heavy cock, warm and alive. “Ahh,” she sighed.

She
held him gently in her hand as she bent to kiss away the gift of pre-cum he
offered. But Elyse grew impatient as his boxers limited her ability to touch
him. “Up,” she told him and Adam obeyed, lifting his ass so she could tug down
his pants and shorts.

At
last she saw it in all its glory. His beautiful cock. How she had missed it.
Elyse admired the rosy tip, the thick shaft, the dark hair covering his balls.
She bent to kiss it again, hold it against her cheek, inhale its rich musky
fragrance.

Adam
groaned, watching her, but he stopped her after a few moments. Sitting up, he
pulled her skirt and panties down and helped her wriggle out of them. They
ended up like the shirt, tossed aside somewhere in the room. He toyed with
Elyse’s breasts, teasing and lightly pinching her nipples through her lacy
white bra. He pulled the cups down to reveal her pink-tipped breasts, but as he
moved to play with them, Elyse frowned and pushed his hands aside. This was her
show now.

On
her knees, with him again stretched out on the floor, Elyse lowered her head to
take him in her mouth. She took him as deeply as she could. He was large, but
not too large—not freakishly so, like some porn star. She alternated sucking
him slowly with leisurely licks up his shaft, swirling her tongue around the
ridge of the cockhead, dipping it into the well at the tip.

“Ahh,
God, yeah, like that,” he murmured, watching her. Elyse pulled back a moment,
holding him, her lips wet. When she looked at him, his eyes were dark,
glittering with lust and something more. Something she wasn’t ready to
acknowledge.

She
bent to continue her task, and as she did, Adam urged her to maneuver the lower
half of her body toward his upper half. Soon Elyse’s knees were on either side
of Adam’s head. His hands gripped her upper thighs and ass, and then he lowered
her to his mouth and began to eat her succulent sweetness.

“Yes,”
she hissed, as his tongue bathed her swollen labia, and dipped into her already
wet pussy. Though she’d already had one orgasm, she was riding the edge of
another. Adam’s clever supple tongue saw to that, as it played figure eights
around her clit and the mouth of her pussy.

But
she wanted to make him come, too. God, it had always been good between them.
Though she’d had a few boyfriends before first meeting Adam, they’d been just
that—boys. Guys she’d had fun with, experimented with, fumbling and giggling.
Guys who forgot her as easily as she forgot them. She’d learned from her
mother, then from her grandmother, not to hold anything or anyone too closely.

With
Adam it was different, right from the start. He was seven years older than her
and far more experienced. With him she had the kind of orgasms she thought only
existed in erotic novels. She’d done things she hadn’t done with anyone else,
things she never imagined doing.

Don’t
go there!

No.
She wouldn’t go there. She didn’t want to remember the past, didn’t want to
worry about the future. Didn’t want to think at all. She wanted to
feel
.

Elyse
used every trick she knew with her lips and tongue and even her teeth, to bring
him off. She alternated long slow licks with brief sucks and teasing twirls. He
was her ice-cream cone, her lollipop, her candy cane. She tried not to get
distracted by the gentle flicks of his tongue on her clit, by the pressure and
movements of his hands on her ass.

Adam’s
hands squeezed tight, and he gave one more sweet suck on her clit. Her body convulsed,
toppling into orgasm as the contractions sent sparks shooting through her,
Elyse pumped his cock hard, and he came too, splattering her breasts with his
thick white fluid. As the delicious spasms subsided and she sank onto the
carpet. They lay side by side, Adam’s hand gently caressing her thigh.

Yes,
she had missed him. Not just for the incredible sex, but for times like this
when he touched her so gently, told her how beautiful she was. It wasn’t easy
for Adam to let go and show his softer side. But after sex, he seemed to give
himself permission to relax and let himself be cared for.

Snap
out of it,
the warning voice inside her clanged.
You’re getting in trouble
. Elyse
sat up, got to her feet and went into the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and
removed her bra.

What
are you doing?
she asked the utterly dissolute woman in the mirror. The one with the swollen
mouth, the red face, the tangled hair.

The
woman didn’t answer. She turned away from Elyse, who now stood in the doorway
wearing nothing but a pair of black hose.

Adam
was standing, more or less back to rights, but sleepy-eyed and mussed. Those
sleepy eyes sparked with hunger when he saw her posed in the doorway with one
hip cocked.

“You
have too many clothes on,” Elyse told him.

She
smirked as she glanced at the unrumpled bed, remembering how she’d been afraid
of what might happen if Adam placed her there. Apparently, the chairs and floor
weren’t any less dangerous. No matter the place, no matter the time, it was
Adam who was dangerous.

Mr.
Danger frowned. “I was serious when I said I didn’t come here to fuck you,” he
told her. “I don’t have any rubbers with me.”

Elyse
shrugged. “We’ll make do.”

His
eyes narrowed. “Are you on birth control?”

“No.
Had no reason to be.”
Shit
. Elyse wanted to take back the words as soon
as they were out of her mouth. Shit, shit, shit. Now he knew she hadn’t been
with anyone for a while. She’d tried dating for a time, but between work,
school, and her general lack of interest, things hadn’t panned out.

If
Adam was pleased to know she’d been celibate lately, he had the grace not to
show it.

“What
about you?” she asked. If he had the right to ask questions, then so did she.

“Am
I on birth control?” he deadpanned, his eyebrows lifting.

“You
know what I mean.”

“There’s
been one person since…” his voice trailed off. “But we’re not together anymore.”

One
person. Elyse was torn between jealousy and surprise. Only one? Was the
relationship serious enough to exclude others? Or did it mean Adam had as much
trouble getting over her as she had in getting over him?

She
thrust the question aside. “I think we can manage without condoms—there’s
plenty else we can do. We’ve already proven that, haven’t we?”

“What
about dinner?” Adam asked.

She
smiled as she strolled over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Haven’t
you ever heard of room service?”

****

They
never did get around to ordering room service.

Elyse
felt the bedclothes move and heard the rustle of clothing. She opened her eyes.
It was still dark.

A
pair of lips found her temple. “I have to go,” Adam whispered. “Got a full day
of work ahead of me.”

“Uhh,”
Elyse groaned. She moved her head to find his lips and they kissed hungrily.

Adam
broke the kiss. His fingers traced her collarbone. “Elyse. What happens now?”

What
indeed? She had no idea. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” she joked.

He
sat on the edge of the bed, scooping his arms under her and lifting her close. “I
want more.”

So
did she, even knowing how disastrous it would be. She was too muddleheaded,
though, to voice her desires or her doubts.

“Have
dinner with me tonight.” He smiled against her forehead. “This time we really
will eat, I swear. I can pick you up at seven.”

“Seven?”
she murmured, stalling for time while her brain scrambled for the correct
response.

“We
have things we need to talk about.”

Talk?
Since when did Adam ever want to talk about anything?

When
they were a couple, Elyse had worked hard to get him to share his feelings, to
no avail. He always complained that touchy-feely stuff was for pussies and
wimps.

“Not
a good time?” he asked, misunderstanding her reluctance. “What’s good for you,
then?”