I opened my eyes slowly, drowsily, sexually.
Adam smiled down at me, touched his finger gently to my swollen lips, caressed it for a little second, before replacing the finger with his lips. A peck, and another.
I blinked to bring him into focus. My body was locked with his; I could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of my core.
His smile was lazy and sated, his blue eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please me. He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.
I found my smile hovering too close to the surface.
He was moving again with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching my body, keeping my n*****s pressing into the muscles of his chest. I reached up and gently traced the hard line of hi
