Private Practice Adrienette ( sin🍋)

Chapter 7: Back in Session

Adrien and I slipped out of the pub, careful to distance ourselves, so no one thought we were leaving together.....except we were.

Adrien's suggestion of a getaway to his place, far from all our problems, was just too tempting.

I decided to follow Adrien to his house rather than risking the gossip of leaving my car at Rawley's overnight.I kept my eyes on the back of his car while my mind frantically reviewed the finer points of Chapter 3.

I want to get everything exactly right. This is my chance to impress him. Learn the ropes. Figuratively, of course. Actual ropes come later..hehe.

I followed him down a narrow driveway and pulled up in front of his house, the lesson plan in my head faded. I didn't even register stopping the car and stepping out- I was too in awe of the sight before me to contemplate anything. The graceful angles of the beautifully restored Victorian commanded my full attention. I felt Adrien approach me but I still couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight Infront of me.

"This is just incredi-" I did not get to finish that sentence because in a flash, his lips were on mine. He kissed me and at the same time maneuvered me up the front steps. Lips still busy on mine, he worked at the lock and pushed me into his house.

Oh my! somebody's determined!

I finally broke away for air and couldn't resist angling my head to see the interior. His lips moving down my neck peppering me with butterfly kisses.

"Your house is amazing. I love big, old homes. I think owning one must be like becoming part of a family. They have this homey feel to them. Can I look around?"

Adrien backed me up against his door, his body flash against mine. My handbag hit the floor with a soft thud.

"I'll give you a tour later if you are a good girl." His hands skimmed up my sides until his fingertips encountered the underwire of my bra. He shifted the cups just enough to make me shiver, despite it being cozily warm in the house.

"A good girl? Agreste, you're letting the whole teacher/student thing get to your head." I teased, my hands coming up to his biceps.

"Maybe, but I don't think you're going to complain." And with that, his hands sneaked under my skirt and cupped my thighs. He hauled me up against him and I realised that the only complaint was that, he couldn't get close enough. I wrapped my thighs around his waist for support. His hands then slid under my top and pushed it up. I raised up my arms and let him pull it off. He then slid out of his jacket and took off his shirt. I eagerly ran my hands up his sculpted chest and.....oh my...

"Mmm, I like when you touch me like that." He rasped out. Stepping forward, he cupped the nape of my neck and crashed his lascious lips onto mine.

As he kissed me, his free hand slipped behind my back and unclasped my bra tossing it aside. He grabbed my waist with both hands before running them up just below my breasts. I leaned into his touch and let him massage the two mounds on my chest.

The only thing I knew is that, I needed his hands on me. Realising I was getting side-tracked, I pushed him on his chest and stepped back. He looked down and pulled his hands away.

"Something wrong? Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes, No, I mean, not entirely, just that. I want to stay on track. We're supposed to be covering chapter 3." Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he dropped to his knees in front of me.

"What are you-?"

"Better hold on." With that, Adrien curved his hand on my hip, supporting me. He took one of my legs and put it over his shoulder. The move forced me off-balance. I scrambled for a handhold along the rock-hard muscle of his other shoulder. He brushed his lips over my thigh.