Shirley was nervous. She’d never felt this way before. She knew she just had to calm down because she was hired to act wasn’t she? Today was her first appearance with Adam and they were both invited to a masquerade ball party because it was Adam’s grandma’s birthday.
Adam had hired people to prim her up. She now wore an expensive ball gown, expensive jewelry, expensive purse, shoe and a mask. She held Adam’s hand as she walked to his parents.
“I’ll introduce you to my parents now” Adam said to her. “act natural”
“I’m fine” she said to him, even though she knew it was a blatant lie. She wasn’t fine, wasn’t even near it.
“Happy birthday, grandma”
“Hello mom and dad, meet Shirley, my girlfriend” he said when they got to his parents
“Good day ma’am” she greeted his mom as she removed her mask. “good day, sir. Good day granny. Happy birthday”
“She’s beautiful” Adam’s grandma said
His mom stood up
“Finally” she smiled, although it didn’t look genuine
She gave Shirley an awkward side hug. “How are your parents, dear?” She asked
“Fine, ma’am”
After the greetings, he led her to their seats.
“Phew!” Shirley breathed. “the first part is done”
“What’s the first part?” Adam asked
“Meeting your parents obviously”
He surveyed her. She looked really beautiful on the make-up. Her lashes were long and gorgeous, his gaze slowly trailed down her nose to her soft pillowy mouth. He felt a pang of desire as he looked at her.
“I was so freaking nervous back there”
“Really?” He feigned interest, meanwhile, he was busy eye fucking her.
“Really.”
They sat down and chit chatted about some stuff and then, the music began
Adam took her to the dance floor and their bodies swayed slowly. Shirley’s hands were balled into a fist as she placed it on Adam’s shoulder
“Are you tense?” He whispered to her
“Yes” she nodded
“Do you want to get out of here?”
She nodded again and he silently led her out of the dance floor. She didn’t know that the place different rooms in it but she didn’t care because she wanted this ball gown off her body and she wanted Adam to take it off for her. Sensing the same tension between them, Adam smashed his lips on hers in a hungry kiss.
Adam hauled her up to him again to ravish her reddened mouth with renewed hunger. It was just sex, he reminded himself, nothing he had to make rigid rules about.
The wonder of that intimacy, the sensation of him filling her, the wild surge of her own hunger for his driving maleness overwhelmed that discomfort.
Instinct made her arch up to him and it was his undoing.
her body was tingling and aching with desire. She was on the thrilling edge of a sensual precipice, her excitement eager and ready to fly high again. That quickening sensation of overwhelming need made her feverishly impatient and she arched up to him in a wholly instinctive movement of encouragement.
With a roughened groan, he succumbed to her provocative invitation and embedded himself again in the sweet oblivion of her body. The hot, virile glide of his flesh within hers submerged her in a sensual world of the purest pleasure. Enthralled by the discovery, she rose up to him and he thrust again. The potent masculine rhythm that he set increased her hunger for him, banishing all awareness of everything but the excitement he had unleashed. At a delirious peak of ravenous need, she reached a glorious climax and abandoned herself to the sweet convulsions of writhing pleasure that engulfed her.
Afterwards, enveloped in a heavy languor, she wondered abstractedly if she would ever move again. Inside she felt like warm, melting honey and buoyantly happy. She was amazed by how close she now felt to Adam. He kissed her slow and deep and then rolled over, carrying her with him. Content to be held, she snuggled into him, revelling in the achingly familiar scent of his skin. Beneath her cheek, his heart had a steady, reassuring beat. What control he had wrested from him by that minor encouragement, he sank into her harder and faster and set a raw pagan rhythm to satisfy his own overriding need. White-hot excitement gripped her. Her heart hammered, her breath emerged in quick, shallow gasps. He drove her to a mindless peak where her body crested and splintered in a dazzling, electrifying charge of fulfilment. As she cried out in ecstasy, his own climax took him in a savage, shattering wave. His powerful body shuddered violently as he poured himself into her.
He tugged Shirley closer, and as she gave a drowsy murmur he kissed her awake. ‘I need you,’ he breathed roughly. He despised himself for admitting that but not enough to deny his sudden, overpowering craving to remind himself all over again that he was free and able to lose himself in one of life’s most primal and basic pleasures.
Even though she was exhausted, Shirley woke up early, for rising ahead of her grandparents was her usual routine. Adam had one heavy arm as well as a hair-roughened thigh draped possessively over her. She was uncomfortable but tender appreciation softened her eyes as she looked at him. At last he was asleep. She smiled, for she ached in places she had not known a woman could ache: he was a wildly insatiable lover. She was still stunned by the effect of all that pleasure and astonished by the extent of her own abandonment. But she felt no regret, no, not an ounce of regret, for she had been reassured by the undeniable depth of his need for her.
She lay surveying him: the blue-shadowed roughness of his stubborn jawline, the outrageous length of his black lashes that were the only femininising influence in that lean, strong-boned face of his and the bronzed vibrance of his skin tone against the white linen. He was, without a single doubt, absolutely gorgeous.
She was going to play this role he had given her as if her life depended on it.