Adam’s pleasure. From the passion-drenched blue of his unfocussed gaze to the soapy-clean scent of his damp skin. From the salty-sharp essence of his release jetting over the back of her tongue to the tremble of his hands cradling her head. And the sound of his throaty groans filling her ears. “Oh god, Sam. Enough,” he eventually rasped. “Enough.” When she drew her mouth from his flushed, pulsating cock, he reached down to hook his hands under her armpits and pull her to her feet. Enveloping her in his arms, he held her to him, resting his chin on the top of her head while he sucked in lungfuls of air. Happy to have closed the distance that had been growing between them all day, Sam snaked her arms around his middle and squeezed tight, absorbing the pound of Adam’s pulse through the press of flesh. Feeling his big body twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm, she rubbed soothing circles at the base of his spine. “I was right.” She allowed herself a somewhat squashed smile against the bulge his right pectoral.
