Roses

Chapter 31

Zoey

A burning sensation fills the back of my eyes and it takes me a second to recognize it. Tears.

I never cry. Never. No matter what happens. It's my way of saying 'fuck you' to whatever twisted shit goes wrong in my life. Letting it know it will never see me being weak.

It's ironic nothing twisted is happening now. In fact, I just experienced the healthiest thing I've ever experienced in a relationship my whole life. Maybe that's what's twisted. The fact that I had to wait so long to witness the kind of cherishment I see in Adam's eyes.

I'm enough for him. And twisted or not, it's making me cry.

The words dance at the tip of my tongue. Three words I know will make him happy, but I still can't find my voice. So I do the next best thing. I hold him close like I'm never letting him go. Because I'm not.

I don't know how long our embrace lasts but when I finally pull back I feel something else. His erection against my thigh.

"Don't look so surprised. I've been hard since I came back yesterday." I giggle at the confession, last night's events coming back to my mind. We were ready to tear each other's clothes on my couch, it's surprising we've lasted this long without doing anything. Like he can hear my thoughts, he gives me a look that tells me he's about to remedy that.

In the blink of an eye, he turns me around and presses a firm palm at the base of my spine so my face meets the mattress.

"Wh-" The word dies in my throat as he pulls my hips up, parts my thighs and laps at my slit like his life depends on it.

Blood rushes to my head, because of the position or how he's making me feel I don't know, and I moan like a fucking porn star. He chuckles at that, sending a jolt of electricity to my already sensitive clit.

"Adam," the desperation in my voice surprises me but I can't find it in myself to care. I am too close to the edge and my body craves that free fall more than oxygen right now.

"What, baby?" He asks like he has all the time in the world. He slides one finger inside me which edges me close, but still doesn't give me what I need.

"I need to come," I moan.

"First promise me something."

"What?" I snap frustratingly, making him chuckle once more.

"Next time when your thoughts get too much, you won't shut me out." I heave, my sensitive nipples brushing against the mattress. My body screams at me to give him whatever he wants, but I have the good sense to actually consider what he's asking for.

It may not be a huge thing to some people, but it's massive to me. I have always been very selective about who I let inside my head. It's the only barrier I believe I have control over. And if I let it down, it would have to be for someone who I know would never let me down.

Do I trust Adam to be that person? If I go by what I was ready to tell him a short while ago, I think so.

"I promise."

He rewards me instantly, his cock driving deep within me and his arm banding around my hips so he can rub slow circles on my clit.

I come with a cry that gets muffled by the mattress. With his other hand, he lifts me up so my back presses against his chest. The new position helps him go impossibly deeper, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

My orgasm starts building again and if his animalistic grunts are anything to go by, he seems close too.

"I fucking love you, Zoey," he whispers against my neck. "More than you'll ever know."