Page 39 of Adam’s Obsession

He buried his face in her hair and whispered, “It’s a smallword, sweeting. Just say it.” This entreaty was accompanied by another measuredpass.

Katherine’s pride crumbled. “Please! Oh God. Please.”

The reward was immediate.

“Yes.” He hissed his satisfaction and stroked her hard, hotlittle nub.

She collapsed against him as a small orgasm shook her.

He pressed a little deeper, teasing the entrance to herdripping pussy and she froze, sucked in a breath of anticipation. He hoveredthere, ever so close, not filling her, not slipping inside, not shoving inside,not ravaging her the way she wanted, the way she’d dreamed. The way she craved.

“Put your fingers in me,” she urged him in a hot and headyvoice. She could hardly believe she was saying this, out loud, to Adam. Didn’tknow where she found the courage. It was rooted, perhaps, in her raging lust.Her desperation. She didn’t care. Couldn’t care anymore what he thought of her,if only he would…if only he would… “Do it!”

“You want that?” His expression was tight, dark and driven.“You want my fingers in your pussy?”

“Yes, Adam.”

He smiled. It was a wicked grin. “What do you say?”

She growled in frustration but said it. How could she not?“Please, Adam. Please.”

His expression darkened. He rubbed her clit again butsomething was different. It was…rough. With a shock, she realized he wasrubbing her slit with her panties. The friction, the coarse material of thelace, increased the intensity. The sensation stole her breath. She moaned inagony. Ecstasy.

“I like that sound,” he said. “Let’s see if we can hear somemore.”

Thick fingers—two of them—slipped up and inside her,dragging the panties with them. He filled her completely. Unbidden, anothermoan slipped out.

He withdrew but before she could complain, they were ontheir way back in, dragging more of the panties inside her. And then she wasfilled with them. With one final thrust, he jammed the fabric deep into herdripping pussy. They felt awkward and unnatural and she couldn’t help but claspher inner muscles around them.

“Do you like that?” He watched her as he rubbed her clit.“Do you like the way they feel so deep inside you? That’s your punishment forwearing them against my wishes.”

She tried to catch her breath. Each movement, each internaltwitch, reminded her of what he’d done and how hot it made her. “Yes, Adam.”

“Do you like it when I rub your clit?”

“Yes.”

His eyes burned into her. “It’s not enough for me. Comehere.”

He took her arm and led her out of the kitchen, into thedining and living room area. He yanked out one of the dining-room chairs witharms and seated himself. He pulled her toward him.

“Closer.” He urged her forward until their knees touched.“Straddle the chair.” His expression was hard, resolute. His tone commandingand cold.

Katherine balked. Straddling the arms of the chair wouldopen her up to him with mortifying vulnerability. She backed away. “Adam…”

“Do it.”

She recognized the longing in his eyes, felt it to the coreof her being. He wanted this. He needed this. That in itself was acharge she couldn’t refuse. He wanted her open, vulnerable. Judging from hisexpression, he just plain wanted her.

She stepped to the chair and settled one leg and then theother over the arms until her pussy was wide open at eye level. He moaned andpulled her closer and she grabbed at the back of the chair for balance. Andthen she grabbed at him—his head, his hair, his shoulders—because he leanedforward and placed his mouth upon her.

His kiss was gentle. He ran his tongue up her slit, allowingit to dance inside, teasing and tender. He nuzzled deeper. Scrabbling forbalance, Katherine whimpered. His lips were soft and sweet, speaking to her,loving her. The sensations were astounding. He touched her clit with histongue, flicked it, sucked. Oh heavens. He sucked. Katherine threw herhead back and cried out as another orgasm consumed her. Glorious sensationstrickled through her, a rain of delight.

Adam didn’t let the orgasm die. He sucked again and, at thesame time, slipped his fingers deep into her already full pussy. Her orgasmrose and swelled as he found and stroked a tender spot deep within her womb.Her vision blurred and her lungs burned as every muscle in her body clenched,quivered, pulsed with pleasure. Just as she crested, he yanked the panties out.A new unbearable surge of sensation swelled and burst. She collapsed, undone,in his arms.

When she came back to herself, he was cradling her in hislap and kissing her, warm wet busses on her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids.

“Still doubt that I want you?” he asked softly.