Chapter 70: Chapter 70
The tip of his cock pressed onto my clit and I nearly lost balance enabling me to view our bodies grinding together as our moans and curses filled the room. His cock is thrusting against my clit, fucking me everytime it rolls up my slit, an orgasm starts to build inside of me, the muscles of my stomach tighten as I whimper, watching Adrian fuck my clit through hazed vision.
“I don't know which I like better, your whimpers or that of your pussy.” He groans, thrusting up my clit again. A wave washes through me as I reach my orgasm, dropping onto the mattress with trembling legs that he somehow manages to hold apart as he continues to fuck my clit. I don't know how many times I came before he did but I felt every orgasm to the bond.
His cock slaps on my clit, sending vibrations all over my body as I whimper loudly, my voice now utterly raw from the screaming I've done.
I know he's finished when he moans my name and his come shoots up my stomach, then he drops on the mattress next to me. Thank fuck, because my clit is throbbing and sore from the fuck he gave it, but it was worth it. I reach my hand over to my stomach where his cum is and drag my fingers lazily over it before bringing them to my mouth, the familiar taste settles in my mouth like heaven.
When everything begins to sink in, I realise I gave Adrian the opportunity to slide into my drenched core but he didn't. We were both naked, my pussy was weeping and ready for him but he didn't pay it mind. He carried on with the foreplay, or was it sex? Is it still sex despite the lack of penetration?
My heart sinks as I swallow the lump in my throat, at least I'm not feeling hot or pain anymore. I don't get Adrian, he claims to love me and clearly I get him hard which isn't something to pride myself on seeing as he gets erections easily but still, why doesn't he want to be with me, what do I lack in his perception of sex appeal?
“Mia.” He whispers, I turn blinking the tears back when I face him with a forced smile. He props himself on one elbow, caressing my cheek with his hand. “I love you.” He breathes, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye before it falls.
“There is nothing wrong with you baby, you're so fucking perfect, it hurts. There's nothing I want more than to fuck you until you're unconscious so I fuck you into consciousness again but I can't, I don't think I control myself.” My eyebrows narrow at his comment, with confusion and amazement.
What does he mean he can't, it's not that hard for him with Angel but with me it's rocket science? Come on, it's the same thing, same hole just unused.
His thumb brushes over my lips, “You drive me crazy.”
Crazy? Crazy enough to run away from my weeping cunt, sure I do. “Why is it so cold here?” I ask blankly, just to shift my mind from the thoughts sinking in.
“So then you're not hot anymore?”
I shake my head and he grins, “I'll get you something to wear and maybe turn the AC down a bit.”
I watch as he slides out of bed, pulling his pajama pants up when his feet touch the floor. I'm sort of bummed I don't get to relish in watching his firm ass. I never thought I was a butt girl but lord I'm an everything girl for Adrian, I'm a sucker for every inch of him it's embarrassing to all female species. I sit up and wipe his cum off my stomach with the sheet underneath me which is already a mess on many other spots.
Adrian returns with a T-shirt and a pair of knee high rainbow socks he just happens to keep in my size. I let him dress me without argument, fighting demons in my head, if and when I tell Tee about this, there's going to be a little drama from her side.
When Adrian is done dressing me, I stand at the edge of the bed as he makes the bed with clean sheets, sheets that don't smell like my cum. “Come to bed Mia.” He says tapping the empty space on the mattress next to him. I take a deep breath before crawling in bed next to him.
“I think the AC broke but you'll be fine, I'll keep you warm.” I nod, laying my head against the pillow. “What's wrong?” He asks.
Oh well you know, feeling a little rejected once again by the one man who is supposed to find me attractive without question. But instead I say, “Nothing.” And move close to him, laying my head on his bare chest. His hand instantly caresses my head, with his mouth placing gentle kisses on top of my head like silent apologies.
I feel even more awful that he thinks to apologise for not going all the way with me, I doubt our mating ritual will ever come to finish. “You called me mate?” I silently ask, recalling the first time I came.
I feel his body relax underneath me as he continues to stroke my hair, “I did, isn't that what you are?” I don't respond because I don't know what anything is with him. Whatever is blue with everyone is yellow with him, noting my silence he huffs. “Well, it's who you are.
The prettiest girl in the world, my fireball, my perfect mate and Midnight Saints luna.” He says, placing another kiss on my head. My heart surges, the thumping increasing as I grin and snuggle up closer against his chest. “I love you.” Is the last thing I hear before my mind goes blank, reenacting the scenes of tonight for dreams.