“Maya, are you okay?”
Adam asked, after about five minutes of silence. He must be wondering why I had suddenly withdrawn from him.
“I am fine.”
“Do you need me to apologize further? I’m really sorry for bullying you. I promise that your remaining days here-in this pack, should you decide to stay-would be peaceful and enjoyable.” Determination rang true in Adam’s voice.
I only nodded, not knowing what to say.
That’s good? Or that’s noble of you?
Noble would have been not bullying me in the first place.
Well, all that has passed. What mattered now was that he was trying to make amends. But was I supposed to scrap all the bullying acts he had committed against me because he pleaded guilty and pledged to make amends?
I sighed in frustration. When would we be leaving this cave? Lunch break should be over.
“Maya..” Adam’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts.
He was so close to me. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed him walk into my space.
But I refused to cower under his gaze. Rather I met it directly. Adam’s response was to bite on my earlobe softly. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
I cussed at my body the moment Adam paused his naughty act, as if accessing whether the moan had been out of pain or pleasure. The pause didn’t last long; the next second, his hands flew around my waist, and his lips attacked my neck in a pleasurable way.
My breaths became erratic, as his right hand slid inside my tank top, to caress my belly button; as his fingers drove upward to my breasts; as his teeth grazed my neck. Farewell virginity. Your mama is gone.
When he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, he lowered me with so much gentleness on the softness that I wanted to kiss his mouth crazily.
With his gaze holding mine, he began to unbutton his shirt. Without wasting time, I slipped my top over my head and tossed it aside. There was no need trying to walk out of the inevitable. I was going to let it happen. I wanted it to happen.
I saw that it surprised him, the fact that I was ready to let him have it. But it didn’t deter him; it made him look at me with awe. I loved it, that look. I wondered if he had looked at the other girls the same way.
He reached out then, his hands spanning my ribs, dragging me close, nearly bending me backward so his mouth could take advantage of the invitation my body was offering.
When his lips suckled my nipples, I cried out, grasping his lush hair tighter, feeling his body rage for release, an urgency I was becoming familiar with.
My hands flew to his trousers immediately, sliding aside the button, the zipper, pushing the fabric from his hips.
He groaned when I cupped him in my hands, caressing him just like I have read in books. His own hands were rougher as they flipped open my trousers so that my skin was hot against him.
“You make me crazy, Maya; absolutely crazy,” He whispered. “Put your legs around my waist.”
My head was bent, my mouth wandering across his chest, my tongue lapping at his pulse. “You make me crazy too,” I whispered back, my tone so sensuous, a lazy smile on my lips when his legs nearly gave out and his breath got more ragged.
His hands landing on and caressing my hips brought my mind into a muddled state. And holding me still, he pushed into my velvet sheath, grunting so loudly when my muscles slowly allowed him entrance, when I clenched around him, hot and tight and velvet-soft.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, stopping his movements as if just remembering that it was my first time.
I nodded, twerking my hips up, letting him know that the pain hadn’t been so bad since the pleasure had overridden the pain, and that he could go on with the thrusts which had been driving me over the edge before he had stopped.
He surged into me thereafter, hard and urgent, reaching, straining, wanting to fly high. My hair draped around us, brushing at his sensitized skin like a thousand strands of silk. My hands slid over his back, tracing each muscle. My mouth on him aroused him further.
He slowed his pace, his thrusting hips strong, his hands tight, binding me to him. I don’t think I will ever forget this. I don’t think I will ever forget him. This was more than just sex.