Sex on Summer Sabbatical by Stacey Lynn Rhodes Page B

and she could almost taste the salt…
    He dropped his head back down to rest against her temple, curled around her and she got her chance, dragging her tongue across his Adam’s apple. A bit salty, yes, and the texture and flavour together were wholly masculine and an amazing treat for her senses.
    The groan that went through him vibrated against her lips and she smiled. They moved together with a rhythm that approximated deep, slow sex. His hard cock dragged over her swollen clit through their clothes in just the right way. He irregularly thumbed her peak, keeping it taut, while his other hand supported her head. She moved her head towards him and he captured her mouth in a tender, questing kiss. The whole of it was almost too much. Seldom had she been able to climax with another person in her life, but just from this make-out session, she hovered on the edge. How amazing would actual sex be?
    That thought had her gasping into his mouth. Adam responded by rotating his hips and the change in motion caught her clit in the just the right way to send her over the precipice. A long moan came from deep within her as she arched, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. With one last tweak of her breast, he moved his hand under her ass to help her press against him, and she rode out the waves of sensation.
    As she came back to herself, she noticed they were both damp with perspiration, their skin clinging together. Far from it being a turn-off, it felt utterly intimate and right. But… Adam hadn’t…
    He shifted then onto his side and turned her so that he was spooned up behind her.
    How to bring it up? “Adam, don’t you want to…?”
    A huff of air shifted the hair along her warm scalp. “Of course I want to, but it’s not going to kill me to wait. Blue balls aren’t terminal,” he joked. “It was amazing to watch you climax, and that’s enough for me for this evening.”
    Her cheeks were flaming and she was glad in a way that they weren’t having this conversation face to face. “But if you want to and I want you to… I guess I don’t understand.”
    He traced random circles on her bare abdomen with his fingers, sending shivers almost like aftershocks through her. “Anticipation makes everything sweeter. We don’t have any reason to race to the finish line and cross everything off tonight… Do we?”
    Her notebooks popped into her mind and a twinge of guilt hit her. “Of course not,” she replied—and she meant that. For the first time, she wondered whether she wasn’t being unfair by targeting Adam, using him to reach a personal goal. No, she argued with herself, she wasn’t using him. Looking back on it, it had stopped being about that after their first date. That first night she had come to know him, and she really liked what made Adam who he was—far more than a pretty face, he was a beautiful man inside and out. If only he wasn’t so damn young…
    “Something on your mind? I hope you enjoyed what we did. You seem lost in thought.” He gave her a squeeze from behind and she could feel that he was still at least partially hard against her nearly bare ass. He had never even taken his shorts off.
    She shook her head. “No. Just feeling a bit guilty that I… Well, you know. And you didn’t get anything out of it.”
    He had her on her back faster than she could blink. “Oh, trust me, Tori. I got a great deal of enjoyment out of seeing you come apart in my arms.” He pressed a firm but quick kiss to her lips then rose to his knees. His gaze traced her and she became aware that her breasts were still exposed from her bra and her skirt was up around her waist.
    It was a bit embarrassing, but more than that she had to laugh. “It’s like we’re a couple of teenagers or something, making out on the couch with our clothes still on.” She sat up and adjusted her bra and smoothed down her skirt as best she could. She could feel the fibres of the carpet under her ass. She’d been a bit