FIRST LOVE SCENE – ADAM’S POV
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I whispered, putting my hand on the side of her face.
She turned her head and kissed my palm. “No. Show me.”
I leaned in and captured her lips with mine, my hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Harper responded eagerly, her own hands exploring my naked chest. As I did to her, she traced my collarbone, then moved her hands to my chest, teasing my nipples which was something I’d always enjoyed but too many women skipped. I deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of her taste. My fingers traced down her back to the clasp of her bra, and when I undid it one-handed she gave a throaty laugh. “So many talents I didn’t know about.”
“You have no idea,” I said. Oh, there was so much I wanted to do to her. The bra fell away, revealing her perfect breasts. I let out a low growl of appreciation as I lowered my head to capture a nipple between my lips. Harper moaned softly and arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her responsiveness was heavenly.
As I moved from one breast to the other, her breath hitched. I took care to give each equal attention, learning the spots that were sensitive, like between and underneath, and very sensitive, like her nipples which I drew into my mouth until they were hard, then blew on to make her shiver with delight.
“I want to touch you, too,” she said and reached to grab my cock. I liked that she was as hungry for me as I was for her, but I also knew that once she touched me, I wasn’t going to last.
“Patience,” I said as I kissed my way down her body.
“I don’t think it’s one of my virtues.” I licked the edge of her panties, and she sighed, “I could learn.”
I laughed against her skin and moved lower so I was between her legs. I teased her inner thighs, tracing a finger along the edge of her underwear and watching as the fabric of her panties grew damp. Fuck, yes. I wanted to rip them off and feast on her but decided to apply patience to myself. She was meant to be savored.
I kissed and licked the skin from her knees to her center, delighting in her moans and sighs. Listening for where she got louder, and spending more time there. Behind her knee, below her hip. It seemed as though her skin was getting warmer with every touch, but that could be me.
Finally, it was too much. With my face level with her panties and my hands on her hips, I said, “May I?”
“Please,” she breathed.
With slow, deliberate motions, I pulled the material down her legs, watching as the fabric slid over her shapely ass and finally off. She was completely bare before me. My gaze took in every inch of her body laid out for me. I ran a finger over the soft curls covering her pussy and she moaned, shuddering under my touch. Oh god, this woman was perfection.
“You’re stunning,” I said roughly. And all mine, I thought. I leaned in and took my first taste of her.
Intoxicating. No alcohol, no ice cream could match it. I lapped at her softly at first, teasing her clit, circling it with my tongue. Then sucking for a second before continuing to stroke her.
She gasped and lifted her hips as if struck by electricity. Her hands raked through my hair, urging me on. But I wanted to enjoy her. I moved up and down her folds before targeting the bundle of nerves between her legs but not neglecting the sensitive skin on either side. So many places to enjoy. And every moan was like a drug.
I took my time, driving her higher and pulling back just as she was about to tumble over. Occasionally, I’d look up at her, to see the expression on her face, watch as her eyes flashed open then closed again, see her biting her lip.
She pushed against me, needing more. Her wetness invited me to slide a finger into her. First one, then, when she gasped, a second. Stretching her ever so slightly with each thrust. She gripped my shoulders.
“Oh god,” she moaned, arching her back and gripping the sheets under her.
I stroked her in and out, coordinating fingers and tongue to bring her as much pleasure as I could. And when she cried out, I knew I’d found her G-spot.
“More,” she begged. I don’t think she knew she’d asked for what she wanted.
I was only too happy to oblige, picking up my pace until she was almost convulsing beneath me. I didn’t let up, wanting to push her further than she’d ever been before.
“I’m… oh my… God.. I’m…” I looked at her. Watching. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I wanted to see everything as I pushed her over the edge. Finally a scream of my name. The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Her hands clutched at my hair as her body shook with release. I lapped at her until she went limp against the sheets, spent and breathless.
I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips, enjoying the tangy sweetness of her arousal. She watched me intently as I sucked on them gently. Slowly I kissed my way up her body. When I got to her mouth, she pulled me close and I devoured her lips.
“We’re not done,” I said.