Just His Type (Part One) by Victoria June Read Free Book Online Page B

orders."
     
    I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of Adam's neck again, pulling him down for another kiss. He laughed against my lips and then got down to the serious business of making my head spin.
     
    By the time he'd come up for air, I was so frantic I couldn't lie still. Adam's hand was still resting against my thigh, but that was most definitely not where I wanted it to be. Not able to say the words, I moved his hand until we found my wetness and both moaned. Adam teased and tormented me, alternating between circling my clit with determined strokes and using two fingers to plunge deeply into me. My own hand dropped away and Adam carried on alone, bringing me quickly to the brink of a wonderful rush of light and sound. The smile on his face as I came was smug.
     
    "What?" I asked with trepidation as soon as I was able to breathe again.
     
    "You are gorgeous when you do that," Adam smiled sexily.
     
    I ran a finger over the swirling lines of his tattoo as they twined up his forearm; his skin was hot. "Do what?" I inquired with mock innocence.
     
    "When you come for me," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the swell of my breast. "I could watch you do it all day."
     
    "I could do it all day," I quipped. "So I guess we're even."
     
    "Guess so," Adam purred into the softness he'd pillowed his head against.
     
    "Is it your turn now?" I asked with a laugh. Adam's tongue swept swiftly across my nipple and I gasped as the cool sea breeze met with the dampened skin he left behind.
     
    He shrugged. "This is your show, Lilly. If you say it's my turn, it's my turn."
     
    My head spun with the multitude of possibilities before me. I could be completely selfish and have Adam continue his touching, or better yet I could have him use his talented tongue lower down and give my poor nipple a rest, but as I watched the burning heat in his bright green flash with expectancy I knew there was only one place that I wanted him to be.
     
    "I don't want to wait," I whispered huskily.
     
    Adam grinned. "Then I won't make you wait." He moved to brace himself above me, every line painted on his body flexed with the shifting weight of his body; Adam's entry into me was as smooth and effortless as everything else he did and I cried out happily as he hit home.
     
    "Oh God," Adam moaned lowly. "You are so wet." He drew back only to plunge more slowly, dragging another wail of pleasure from me.
     
    Adam continued to speak but I could hardly hear him; if the pounding surf hadn't drowned out his words, the rushing throb of my heartbeat certainly did. The rough grasp of Adam's fingers on my thighs was sure to leave bruises and I knew I didn't care. Every sensation seemed magnified: the chilly air against my almost painfully hard nipples, the musky smell of the leather jackets beneath me, the hot, relentless drive of Adam's cock into me. I didn't want it to end, but the rising current of feeling in my gut spoke otherwise.
     
    "Adam," I sighed, loving the way his named sounded and his body felt. Supremely, perfectly happy, that's what I was.
     
    "Lilly," Adam growled, lowering his head to nip roughly at my neck. "You drive me crazy." He flexed his hips, grinding his pelvis against my own, driving all thought straight from my head as I came loudly.
     
    Adam ground his teeth, breathing heavily in my ear, and muttering my name over and over; it was the sexiest noise I'd ever heard. My muscles continued to contract as my orgasm lengthened, rippling around Adam's generous girth with renewed tenacity. Every movement he made, every thrust, sent another spasm of pleasure through me. I could hear the noises I was making, but didn't seem able to stop them.
     
    Adam's own finish came on the back of another of my own, the tremor of his release causing me to cry out again with satisfaction. Wearily, Adam rested his head in the crook of my neck, my mussed auburn waves clung sweatily to us both.
     
    The moments after felt just as nice, the hollow