Superheroes & Sweethearts

18

Warning!!! This is a semi-spicy chapter, skip if you don't want to read it. Nothing super important happens!

I stand off to the side as cameras flash with photos of Adrien. He invited me to one of his photoshoots, saying I'd enjoy this one, and boy was he right. It's another underwear shoot, and just watching him is making me giddy. After a while, and a couple of outfit changes later, which outfit is a very bold word, seeing as he's only in boxers; I notice the photographer shouting in frustration, then walking up to Adrien.

I don't know what's going on with that, nor do I really want to.

Adrien has a thoughtful look pass over his face, and then his eyes collide with mine, and he grins. Turning back to the photographer, he says something, and then both of them are looking at me.

Uh oh.

After a bit longer, Adrien stands and walks in my direction. He gives me a small smile, but I don't even pay attention to it, because the man is nearly naked in front of me, and I'm taking all of it in.

"Mari," My name on his lips catches my attention up from his defined stomach to his eyes, he grins again, "So, apparently there was supposed to be another model with me for this shoot, a girl, but she didn't show. So, I thought maybe-"

"Nope!" I cut him off, already knowing what he's about to ask. "Absolutely not."

"Bugaboo-"

"No."

"What do I have to do to convince you?"

I genuinely think it over. Is there anything that could convince me? Well, after gawking at him all day, yeah, yeah there's some things that could definitely convince me, but he doesn't need to know all that. 

"I'll do anything you want." He leans into me, his voice a whisper with a hint of mischief. I know what he's insinuating, and I hate that he knows where my mind went to. "Anything at all." His lips brush over my cheek and towards my ear, "Whatever you want."

Taking in a sharp inhale, I try to focus, but absolutely fail. He knows what he's doing, and it's working.

I pull away in a small moment of clarity, and meet his eyes. I know what I want him to do, but I don't think I can say it without embarrassing myself. It's probably one of the dirtier thoughts I've ever had, and saying it out loud? I'd rather throw myself into the ocean. I open my mouth, in an effort to have words form, but I can't.

"Say it." He whispers.

I shake my head. "I can't."

"Why not? Is it too dirty for your pretty mouth?"

My airways close at his words, and I can't breathe for a moment, but I nod none the less. "Well, I can't do it if you don't say it," and then he pauses, "unless you'll show me instead."

I gulp loudly, and I'm sure my face is beet red by now.

"Will you show me?"

"Not.. not here." My voice is squeaky.

He pulls back, looking at me for a moment, and then looks at the photographer over his shoulder, "She'll do it, but give us 10 minutes." The photographer nods and waves a hand. "Is 10 minutes long enough for what you want?"

Hopefully. I nod.

Adrien then takes my hand and pulls me into his private dressing room, shutting the door and locking it behind us. I sit on the small sofa against the far wall and just try to breathe, to get my lungs to work properly again.

He then walks over to me, "What is it?" He asks softly, kneeling in front of me to look at my face.

"Adrien I can't say it." I cover my face with my hands, but peek through my fingers to look at him.

"Show me then." His head tilts slightly. How am I supposed to tell him I want him to take my pants off, to take my panties with them, and to put his head between my legs? How do I even do that without bursting into flames from embarrassment?

So, I place his hand on the button of my jeans, and I stare up at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

He laughs softly, "Okay, now I think I understand."

He does what I want, thank God. My jeans are removed, and then he looks up at me, "And what now?" he asks softly, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties, rubbing my hips. "You want these off too?"

I nod, and then he shifts me so I'm laying along the sofa, him resting over me. "Hips up, baby."

I do as he says, and then he slowly pulls my panties down my legs, dropping them on the floor with my jeans. "And now?" He looks up at my face, waiting for what I want. So, I do the only thing I can, I gently push his head lower, and his face splits into the biggest smile I've ever seen on him. It's criminal, honestly, how happy he is over this, and how good he looks doing it. I'm about to say he doesn't have to do this if he doesn't want to, but I don't even get the chance. His fingers squeeze at my thighs, and he spreads them, dipping his head down between my legs, and I cover my face with my arms.

He kisses me. 

And I nearly die.

Then, his tongue is everywhere, and it's so lewd, but I've never felt anything like this. My legs are shaking over his shoulders, his tongue sliding through me and his lips sucking everywhere I want them to. He's too good at this, Adrien is ridiculously talented with his tongue. It's insane how fast my climax builds. He pushes his tongue inside of me, his thumb softly rubbing my clit. I shift my arm, covering my mouth as I arch off the couch, practically screaming. My thighs squeeze Adrien's head, and he prolongs my release until I'm pushing at his head and panting. I can barely open my eyes as he slides up my body. He kisses my cheek, and then his lips close over my own, his hips resting against mine. There's only a single layer of fabric separating the two of us, and a very noticeable hardness is pressing directly into me. It's dangerous.

I moan into his mouth, his lips still wet from me.

"I've been dying to do that," He whispers against my lips. "I just never thought you'd let me." He kisses me again. "You taste divine." And he groans into the kiss. "Now remember your end of the deal." He grins.