"Go on." Tony encouraged. "She'll come for you if you touch her."
Adam should've been disgusted by Tony's response, but he wasn't. Was Lily as needy as he was? Had he finally found someone who craved to be touched as much as he did? He hesitated, studied the lush roundness of her hips.
Tony downed the last of his scotch. "She's waiting, Adam." Lily rolled her hips better exposing her sex. "Look at her. Her eyes are closed. Her lips, just slightly open." She pressed her temple against the pillar. "I can still remember the first time I tied her up like this. I thought she was going to come before I even had the chance to finish binding her. Now, she can restrain herself much better. So, go on. Break her resolve."
Adam took in a deep breath. His gut knew this would mean no turning back. No more liasions without comparing every woman he'd ever met to the one tied up before him. It'd be worth the agony to just touch her swollen pussy. To feel the molten heat in her soft tunnel.
He slid his hand up the inside of her left thigh. His breath hitched when he felt the nectar on her leg. It was warm, slippery. This felt right. She felt right. His fingers continued to rise until they met the tiny nest of curls hovering over her oasis. It teased him to discover the source of her torment.
Adam felt his hand tremble as he slid his fingers, parting her secret space. He bit hard on is bottom lip as he probed the silken lips, coaxing them to part for him. He rested his cheek against the smooth skin on her ass before slipping his middle finger inside her body.
His eyes melted closed with the sensation of her slick sheath hugging his finger. She grinded her hips to take in more of his probing finger. He slid free to take in a steadying breath.
Her whole body shuttered with his withdrawal. She wanted more. His cock had turned to stone forcing the front of his jeans to become unbearably tight. Adam couldn't recall ever being this hard.
