He wakes me up for the sunrise.
Based on the works of evans lily, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.
"Let me guess." Rocking back on his heels, he lifted my hips and drew down my knickers, pulling them from my trembling body with surprising speed. "No one's ever kissed you here." He leaned over me again, his mouth grazing the crease where the top of my leg met my abdomen. I shuddered and he smiled.
"No, thought not. What about here?" He nudged my thighs apart and planted a kiss on my inner thigh. "Adam!" I gasped, acutely aware that not only could he could see everything, the pungent aroma of my arousal was heavy in the air between us.
"No?" He grinned again, moving between my knees, pressing mine wide. "How about here?"
"No." I watched in mortified fascination as his head descended, yelping in shock when he kissed the place I most wanted him to kiss. "Oh God," I sobbed as his tongue took a long, languid swipe through my wetness. "Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God!"
"You're soaking," he murmured delightedly. "You really do want me."
"Yes," I moaned as his mouth came down again, my hips writhing as I felt the rasp of his tongue against my delicate flesh, crying out again when he circled that most sensitive bud, passing close, but not quite close enough. "Oh; ”
"Open your eyes, sweetheart."
I hadn't even realized they were closed. I struggled to comply, battling between shame and desire, guilt and raw need. He was licking me, for heaven's sake; licking and tasting, stroking and caressing, endlessly nipping and nibbling. "I can't," I whimpered, feeling I should beg him to stop, knowing I couldn't even if my life depended on it.
"You don't have to look at me. Look up."
"What?"
"Look up. Tell me what you can see."
Startled, I stared up into the darkness. "Stars," I breathed as he scooted lower, sliding his hands beneath my bottom. "Thousands; no, millions of stars."
"Good girl." Though I wasn't looking at him, I knew he was watching me, watching my face as he lifted me into his mouth. "Adam!" I grabbed handfuls of grass, my fingers curling into my palms, feeling the rush of my impending orgasm, wanting to tell him I could only come once, that I wanted him inside me when I did. But all I could do was groan.
"Open your eyes," he insisted, smiling at me as I forced them open again. "Tell me about the stars."
It was becoming difficult to focus. "I've; I've never seen so many. It's like; it's like; oh God; ” Another long lick and I was close, tantalizingly close. "Like they're in layers," I managed at last, the heavens seeming to open up before me, swallowing me into the blackness. "Going back and back and; oh!" I gasped as he slid a finger deep into my twat.
"God, you're tight," he murmured, kissing my inner thigh, grinning as he caught my look of desperation. "So d'you think there's anyone out there? In the universe, I mean; apart from us?"
"What?"
"'Cause I'd like to think so. Who knows? Maybe somebody somewhere's watching us right now." "Adam, please; ” He added a second finger and I squealed at the pressure, unable to believe he was still teasing me.
He grinned, beginning to rock his fingers in and out of me, the rhythm frustratingly slow. "Oh yeah. You really need to come, don't you?"
"Adam!"
He laughed softly, this time kissing my tummy. "Okay. If there's anyone out there, let's give 'em a show." He lowered his head, still smiling at me across the rise of my breasts. "Oh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful. Come for me."
His words had an extraordinary effect. I'd never come to order before but the moment his mouth fastened over my clit, I screamed his name, my twat clenching again and again around his fingers, the pleasure pure and intense, lasting much longer than ever before.
"Oh; God," I whispered, finding it hard to catch my breath, aware I'd just had the orgasm of my life. "That was; oh; that was; wow!"
"Wow?" He chuckled softly, kissing my tummy again, gently removing his fingers. "Wait till you have the next one."
I shook my head, my heart thumping loudly in my ears as he crawled up my body. "There won't be another one. There never is."
"Really?" He stared at me, his expression unreadable in the shadow. "Hmm, he murmured, his mouth coming down over mine. "That sounds like a challenge to me."
I could taste myself and I didn't care. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue exploring every recess as he moved into the cradle of my thighs, drawing up my knees, spreading me wide open. "This might not take long," he murmured apologetically. We both moaned as he rubbed his cock along my drenched, engorged sex. "I want you pretty badly. But I promise I'll make it up to you."
And then he was there, pushing hard at my opening. I bit down on my lip, feeling like a virgin all over again, wincing as the head slipped inside, stretching me so much more than his fingers had. If he was average then I must be very small, I decided, unable to repress my whimpers as he eased his way in, inch by painful inch.
"I'm sorry," he groaned, resting his head on my shoulder as he finally bottomed out, holding himself still inside me, letting me adjust to his size. "Sweetheart; you're so damn tight."
"It's okay," I gasped, clinging to his waist, realizing I'd forgotten to breathe. "Just; don't move for a minute."
He gazed down at me, taking his weight on his arms. "Hamster," he breathed at last, shaking his head slightly. "No wonder he didn't want to let you go. No other woman would be able to feel him."
I laughed, my body shaking under his, sending him deeper still. "You; you don't think James would have much of a career as a gigolo, then?"
Adam grinned, dipping his head to kiss me. "No."
The burning sensation was fading fast. I just felt incredibly full. "I'm ready," I whispered, lifting my hips experimentally.
"Whoa!" He groaned at the movement, his eyes squeezing closed. "I'm not. Just a few seconds more."
I smiled, amused to see his battle for self-control, amazed that I could be the cause. "Should I make you tell me about the stars?"
He gave a growl of laughter, his eyes opening. "They're beautiful. Like you." He reached up to cup my cheek with one hand, still supporting his weight on the other. "Sweetheart, I need to know your real name."
"Why?" Heat had flooded into my face at the tender words. I wondered if he could feel it beneath his palm.
He smiled. "Because I shout when I come. And if there is anyone out there watching; I want them to know who I'm coming for."
I stared at him, touched. "It's Emma."
"Emma," he repeated, bending to kiss me again. "Now I'm ready."
All at once, his hand was gone, his arms back at my sides, his body pulling from mine;
I wailed as he plunged back in, filling me completely, the rush of sensation overwhelming. He moved oh-so-slowly at first, watching my face as he withdrew almost to the tip each time, letting me feel every ridge, every vein, driving me crazy with anticipation. "Adam!" I begged, my fingers digging into his shoulders, needing more; much more. "Adam; please; ” And at last, he relented, his strong arms wrapping around me, lifting me towards him and pulling me into each thrust, gradually increasing the speed. The friction was incredible, the pleasure bordering pain, each stroke caressing an extremely sensitive spot inside me; a place I hadn't even known existed.
"Emma," he ground out, driving much harder, much deeper now. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm not; going to last; ”
"Doesn't matter!" I gasped, unable to believe what was happening. A familiar, heavy pressure was building low in my tummy. I tensed beneath him, beginning to soar, the sense of impending pleasure beyond anything I'd ever experienced. "I'm; I'm coming; with you; anyway; oh! Adam!"
I heard him groan as white light flashed behind my eyes, felt him thrust deeper than ever, my twat going into violent spasm around him, milking his swelling cock.
"Em-ma!" he yelled, my name reverberating across the hillside while his cock pulsed inside me, suffusing my twat with bursts of heat.
For a while, neither of us spoke, both struggling for breath; me more so than Adam, it has to be said, but then he was lying on top of me, squashing the air from my lungs.
"There won't be another one. There never is."
I groaned as he laughed, teasing me again, this time with my own words. "I've never; been so happy; to be wrong," I gasped, still fighting for air.
"Oh; ” Adam's arms tightened around me abruptly and the next thing I knew we were rolling. I found myself sprawled across his chest, his deflating cock sliding out of me. "Sorry, sweetheart. That better?"
In more ways than one. I hadn't realized quite how hard the ground had been beneath me. "My bum's gone numb."
He laughed again, his warm hands sliding down my back. "Well we can't have that," he said, giving my arse a vigorous rub. He gazed up at me, his expression softening. "You okay?"
Was I okay? Actually, I had the sudden urge to cry. I'd had no idea that sex could be like that. No idea that my body could respond like that, that I'd lose myself so completely in the moment; so completely in him. "I'm fine," I mumbled, settling my head against his shoulder, turning my face away so he couldn't see the tears in my eyes. "Just really, really tired." That at least was true, the fading endorphin rushes of my twin orgasms leaving exhaustion in their wake.
His arms swept up around me, holding me close. "I'm not surprised," he murmured, kissing my temple. "It's way past your bedtime now." He shifted beneath me, easing me down on my side, cushioning my head with his shoulder. "Sleep," he said softly, even as my eyes crashed shut. "I'll wake you up for the sunrise."
The sunrise.
"Emma."
The voice was close to my ear but I didn't want to hear it, my body much too heavy, mind much too fuzzy to respond. So I ignored it and let myself drift away again;
"Em-ma." He sang my name this time, a definite note of amusement in his tone. "Come on, sweetheart. I want you to see this."
He?
With a gasp, I jerked awake, finding myself pressed against a warm, naked body, our limbs entangled. For a moment, I couldn't move, my cheek apparently glued to his chest, my sense of panic doubling as I realized that everything was orange. His skin, the grass, the sky;
Sunrise. Adam;
Wincing with pain, I peeled my face away, feeling a cooling breeze on my chin as I lifted my head and hearing him laugh as I traced wetness back to the corner of my mouth.
"Aw," he said, smiling as I stared at him in horror. "So you dribbled at bit. It's okay. Listening to you snore was far worse."
"I was snoring?" I sat up abruptly, only to gasp again as something soft rippled down to my lap. My dress. Adam's shirt. He must have covered me while I slept, I realized; and now I was naked again. "Oh!" I grabbed at my dress, dragging it up over me, covering my breasts.
"Hey!" Though he was laughing again, he sounded puzzled. "I've already seen all of you, sweetheart. Every bit."
"Not; not like this." Not in this curious half-light, the amber glow intensifying by the moment, washing over everything. "It was dark."
"Not really." I felt his hand on my bare back, his voice soft. "And you looked just as beautiful in the moonlight as you do right now."
I wanted to ask him if he really meant that, wanted to ask if he had any regrets about what we'd done, whether he felt as confused as I did. But embarrassment, acute and raw, wouldn't let me. Instead, I gazed out across the hillside towards the east, my mouth dropping open at what I saw.
The heavens were aflame, the sky predominantly pink, topped by combed swathes of deep red. Tipping back my head I could see that the clouds gradually darkened to indigo, matching the night sky behind us. Here and there, the candy-floss-like plumes were streaked with gold and as I watched, a narrow strip of that same gold began to appear on the horizon. "Yes, I meant that. I don't know how to make you believe it, but you really are beautiful. And no, before you ask, I don't regret a second of last night."
I gasped again as Adam knelt up behind me, startled enough to let him swipe my dress away. "How the hell did you do that?" I demanded as he shook it out then dropped it over my head, the slippery folds settling over me, covering me completely.
"Well, taking it off was easier; ”
"Not that. How d'you read my mind? Know exactly what I'm thinking?"
He laughed softly, helping me slide my arms through the straps before zipping up the back. "I've no idea. I thought it was because of your eyes; but I wasn't even looking at you that time, was I?"
"No." I sighed as he eased me backwards into his lap. "Are you a dream?" I let my head drop back against his chest, realizing he'd re-donned his shirt when I felt the fabric there. "Is all of this a dream?"
"Hmm." He smoothed the hair away from my neck, planting a kiss below my ear. "Do you usually dribble on the men in your dreams?"
"Hey!" I slapped at his hand and he chuckled, wrapping both arms around me. "I think you'd find it difficult to dream up this view."
He was right. We sat in silence for a while, watching as the crimson clouds paled to coral, the band of gold gradually widening beneath them. "One to cross off the list of things to do before I die," I murmured at last, still not quite able to believe this was real, that I was there in Adam's embrace, witnessing one of planet earth's greatest spectacles.
"You know what this means, don't you?" He nuzzled my neck again, one of his hands moving from the safety of my waist to the delicate skin at my collar bone.
"I have to add something new to the list?" I shivered slightly, the gentle caress sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
"Uh huh." He kissed me again, his fingers wandering lower, dipping beneath the neckline of my dress. "I've just thought of something new for mine. Want to guess what it is?"
"Um; ” I muttered, playing for time. "You want to have breakfast with me?"
He chuckled, the sound turning me on just as much as the feel of his fingers slipping lower, cupping my breast, toying with my nipple. "No. I want to have you for breakfast."
I inhaled sharply as he pulled away, his hands skimming my sides before grabbing fistfuls of material, yanking the dress up to my waist. "Adam; ” I gulped as he pitched me forward, sending me on to my hands and knees. "Oh!" I was only too aware of what I must look like, my generous bottom fully exposed to the elements. To Adam.
"Don't tell me." He seized my hips, pulling me backwards against him until I could feel his erection poking my left ass cheek. "You've never done this before either, have you?"
"No." My voice was almost a whimper. I was scared. Make that terrified. "Um; where exactly were you planning on putting that thing?"
His hands froze. "What? Oh; ” Letting out a heavy sigh, he tugged me back to a kneeling position, his arms folding round me again, holding me tight. "No, sweetheart." He sounded amused. "Somehow, I don't think you're quite ready for that. Although; ” Holding me at arm's length again, I could feel his appreciative gaze on my rear. I shot a horrified glance back at him and he laughed, planting a kiss between my shoulder blades. "Teasing you is way too easy."
"Oh!" I groaned, shivering with anticipation as he gathered up my skirt again, one hand sliding up my inner thigh. "I'm so naïve."
"And so ready for me." I winced at the squelching sound his fingers made as they dipped between my legs. "Emma; you're just one big gooey mess!"
"I'm sorry," I managed, my words riding on the back of a moan as he stroked me, rocking backwards and forwards, driving me crazy. "I; I didn't get the chance to clean; up; oh!" I whimpered as his fingers slipped inside me, his thumb brushing repeatedly over my clit.
"I can't believe you're apologizing," he murmured in my ear as I struggled for breath, already losing control, perilously close to flying off the edge. "Most of this goo is mine. God." He groaned, working deeper. "You feel so hot. So damn tight. I'm sorry sweetheart; I should let you come. But I've got to be inside you when you do."
I yelped with frustration when he drew away, hearing him chuckle as he pushed me forward, my hands landing on the grass. He moved in behind me, shoving my knees apart with his own, hitching my dress back up around my hips. And then his fingers were there again, feeling for me, finding my opening.
"Adam!" I sobbed as he pushed straight in, the copious lubrication from our previous coupling allowing him to fill me in a single, smooth stroke. "Oh Oow!" In this position his cock felt even bigger than I remembered, seeming to stretch my still-tender twat improbably wide.
"Relax, sweetheart, just relax." He held my hips still, trailing kisses down my spine. "God; you feel good. Too good."
I couldn't speak, could barely breathe, the sunrise in front of us blurring into a haze of red and gold. "Please; ” I whimpered eventually, not entirely sure whether I was begging him to stop or carry on. "Please, Adam; ”
"Now," he breathed, as though he'd been waiting for my permission, withdrawing almost completely, leaving me so achingly empty I cried out with relief when he plunged back in. "Emma," he murmured, laughing softly as he pulled out of me again, one hand stealing around my hip, dipping into the curls between my legs.
We both moaned as he caressed me there, sliding readily into the wetness, at first distracting me from the discomfort of his penetration but then only serving to heighten my arousal as the pain subsided. Long, sensuous strokes were interspersed with short, taunting, thrusts, the continuing stimulation of his clever fingers driving all thought, save that of the imminent sunrise, right out of my head.
Determined to watch, I managed to keep my eyes open only by staring into the distance and concentrating on that steadily widening band of yellow. The amber glow around us had given way to a deep reddish-gold, the fiery light filling me just as completely as Adam was filling me. And as that fire ignited low in my tummy, I began pushing back against him, forcing him deeper but still needing more. "Adam; please!"
He growled in response, pressing the heel of his hand into my lower belly, pushing hard against my womb, somehow intensifying the friction of each thrust. Ripples of pleasure began radiating outwards from beneath his hand, racing across my whole body before surging back, merging together to form one, giant wave.
I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me just as the sun emerged from beneath the horizon, exploding into the sky, the golden light dazzling. And just as before, the frantic fluttering of my twat seemed to trigger Adam's own release. Bellowing my name, he drove into me one last time, burying himself deep, flooding me with his seed.
As my knees began to tremble, Adam scooped me up and tipped us over to one side, his arms holding me tight. "Dear God," he murmured at last, sounding almost startled. "I don't think I can cross that one off the list. I think I might have to do that again someday."
With me? I longed to know, my head spinning, my body still tingling. Was this the end or only the beginning? Was there a chance he too wanted more? Lisa would've asked, that little voice in my head taunted, hell; even Eve would've asked. But Eve was long gone. I think we left her behind at the kissing gate.
"Emma?" His lips brushed against my shoulder. "You still there?"
I forced a laugh. "Yes."
"Thank God. I thought maybe you'd died."
My giggle was genuine this time. "It would've been one hell of a way to go."
"What were you thinking about?"
"I; ” Thrown by the note of concern in his voice, I was relieved when a much safer topic dropped into my mind. "Work," I groaned softly.
He echoed my groan. "Phone in sick."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm not sick. It would be a lie."
He laughed. "Not really. Tell your boss you haven't slept. That you're exhausted."
"I am." I groaned again, closing my eyes. "But it's completely self-inflicted."
"So?" He was still laughing. "It's a white lie."
"It's still a lie. I don't tell lies."
"Never?"
"Never." I shook my head for emphasis, my head brushing against his chest. "How can I teach the children it's wrong to tell lies if I do it?"
"Really? Okay." He sounded amused. "What if your friend spent two hundred pounds on a new dress and you thought it looked terrible? You'd tell her the truth?" He chuckled when I hesitated, dropping a kiss into my hair. "Thought not."
"Well, I've got a friend who would," I protested, my cheeks flaring hot at being caught out.
"Lisa."
"Yes." I frowned, both surprised and touched he'd remembered my best friend's name. "And maybe she's got the right idea. The world would be a much better place if people were more honest with each other."
"Honesty." He murmured the word as though trying it on for size. "You want honesty?"
"Yes." I sighed, enjoying the gentle caress of his hand over mine, for the first time becoming aware of our surroundings, my gaze settling on the awakening city below. "I don't think that's too much to; oh no!" I froze at the sight of a black Labrador bounding up the hillside towards us, a short stocky man wearing a peaked hat following behind at a more sedate pace. "Shit!"
Adam's snort of laughter was loud in my ear. "Stop panicking. I'm the one not wearing any trousers." He eased himself away, pulling down my dress as he crawled over me, staying low. "Where the hell are they, anyway?"
"Here," I said with a giggle, finding his clothes in a heap beside my handbag.
Grinning, he grabbed his trousers then reached back again for his briefs, lying down flat to put them on. I heard the close of his zip a mere second before the dog arrived. "Hey there boy!" he exclaimed, springing upright and sending a laughing glance in my direction as he fussed the canine's ears. "How are you, eh? How are you?"
I rose more slowly, nervous of strange dogs but reassured by Adam's lack of concern. "Hello!" I said brightly, risking a gentle pat. "What's your name then?"
The dog looked at me, sniffed at my skirt then took a few steps away, nose to the grass. And to my horror, I saw what had caught his interest; my knickers, a tiny, twisted scrap of cream satin.
"No!" I gasped but Adam was quicker, diving to the ground and snatching them up like a goal-keeper saving a penalty.
"I don't think so," he said briskly, tapping the dog's nose and stuffing my knickers in his trouser pocket. "They're mine."
"What?" I glared at him in outrage but he merely grinned, his arm sliding around my waist as the man in the peaked hat walked by. "Lovely morning."
"Lovely," the man echoed, shooting us a rather curious glance.
Adam pulled me into a hug, allowing me to bury my hot face in his shoulder as the man whistled for his dog and carried on. "I love it when you blush," he murmured, tilting up my chin, smiling as he gazed at me, the look in his eyes unreadable. "Come on," he said, releasing me just as I was sure he'd kiss me. "If you're really set on going to work this morning we'd better get you home."
"I need my knickers," I told him sternly, struggling to hide my disappointment. Why hadn't he kissed me?
He laughed, reaching into his pocket. "You probably need this more," he said, pushing a large white handkerchief into my hand before bending down to locate his socks and shoes.
"Adam!" I blushed anew, realizing he'd guessed just how much sticky ooze was trickling down my inner thighs. "Please!"
"Okay, okay." Without looking at me, he retrieved my knickers from his other pocket and held them out. "In that case, I want my hanky back when you've finished with it."
I gave a choke of disbelief. "What?"
He ruffled my hair as he straightened up. "Way too easy," he murmured with a chuckle, looping my underwear over my fingers. "Take your time." He waved to the right. "I'll just be over there."
I stared after him as he strolled away. After all the hours of intimacy, he was giving me space. I couldn't work out what had changed or why, only that it had somehow happened while he was gazing into my eyes.
Blinking back sudden tears, I cleaned myself up as best I could then stuffed the sodden handkerchief into my handbag. Time to go. I took one last glance around as I slid my feet into my sandals then went to join Adam.
He smiled at the sight of me. "Ready?"
"Yes; oh!" I smiled back in grateful surprise as he draped his jacket around my shoulders. "Thank you."
But the tiny flicker of my renewed hope began to dwindle the moment we started down the hill. Adam didn't seem to want to talk and though his hand occasionally brushed mine he never actually took it. It was only when we reached the kissing gate that our eyes met again.
"You first," he murmured, a glimmer of a smile dancing at his lips.
For a moment, I wondered if I dared to do what he'd done last night; pass through, push the gate shut and refuse to let him past until he'd kissed me. But tormented by the thought he might refuse, I let the moment go, navigating the gate without as much as a glance back at him.
To be continued in part 4, Based on the works of evans lily, for Literotica.