Valentine's Day
It is nighttime. The only light in the room comes from the little lamp on the nightstand. You are stretched out on your stomach on top of the bed, glasses on, reading a large hardcover book. You are wearing a long white gown that has a long slit up the back, one you have wrapped around and tucked under your legs when they got a little cold. A soft wolf whistle prompts you to turn slightly toward the door, eyebrow arched.
Adam stands in the doorway, clad only in red silk boxers. He wears a confident grin. You smile at him politely and return to your reading. Soon you feel Adam's weight as he kneels on the bed behind you.
"Love?"
"Hmmm?"
"It's Valentine's Day," Adam says.
You glance at the clock. "Yup. For another hour and a half, it sure is."
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"Sure." Yeah, sure you had fun. Adam kept the night's plans a mystery for weeks. Then he wound up giving you a front row ticket for a special performance of his show, which meant you were sitting on your own watching him flirt with his new stage assistant. Not exactly what you were hoping for.
"I don't think you did."
"Whatever."
"I think you're mad at me, yes?"
You look over at him. "You finally remembered me tonight and you just expect me to snap to attention? Why don't you call Bambi and play with her."
"Barbie."
"Whatever." You turn back to your novel. "I'm going to finish my reading and then I'm going to bed." You feel him move up off the bed. "The fact is, you think you are irresistible, and you are wrong. Especially tonight."
Adam exits. You've probably just shocked the socks off him...if he were wearing socks. Adam Klaus at his most luscious, and you said no. You may have just shocked yourself as well. You know there is nothing between that little fluffhead and Adam, if nothing else, there hasn't been time yet. But, she knows who you are. And she was looking at you, knowing just how you felt watching her hands roam all over him. And she was the one on his arm at the after show party. The room was so crowded, you eventually gave up trying to push your way in and sat out in the lobby.
You sigh. You really would just like to snuggle up to him but, he's got a little to make up to you. You're just returning some rain to his parade, that's all. You only wish you didn't have to bum yourself out so much to accomplish it. Oh well. All of a sudden the nice romantic undercurrent in your book is leaving a bad taste in your mouth. You're about to shut the book when you hear Adam enter again. He clears his throat. You turn, an expression of annoyance on your face and find him standing naked in the doorway. You attempt to turn away indifferently, but you know you are blushing. You just hope it's too dark for him to notice.
He climbs onto the bed again, sitting at the end, massaging your feet. "Hello again."
"Hey," you say, pretending to read.
"I went and called Barbie as you suggested."
Your feet flex under his hands. You are thinking about impacting them very hard against his skull. "Oh yes?" You keep your tone, flat, even. If he is trying to spark your jealousy, it's working, but you sure as hell are not going to let him know that.
"Mmmhmm, I fired her."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. We weren't going to keep her past the end of month anyway. Little ditz keeps losing my keys. But, she was sorta all over me tonight."
"Yeah. Sorta."
"And if she bothers you, she's gone. It's not worth that."
"Whatever."
He presses his lips to the back of your calf. "So," he licks you from your ankle to the back of your knee and back down again. You bite your lip not to shiver, pinching your eyes shut tight. "Am I forgiven?" He is practically purring. He's not playing fair, pulling out all the stops. Oh no, he is going to have to work for your good graces this time.
"Sure." You're not sure how you manage, your stomach is knotted in anticipation, but you retain your steady, disinterested tone.
"So can I play?"
"I'm reading Adam." There, the ball is in his court now. You didn't say no, but will he pick up on that? You feel him smile against your leg as he kisses there again. Oh boy. You're in for it now. You smile at the thought.
Adam's hand comes to the side of your leg, untucking the edge of the slit and peeling it away to reveal your bare legs up to your thighs. He growls deep in his throat. Your hand shakes as you turn a page you haven't even looked at yet. He runs his soft warm hands painfully slow along the length of exposed skin before him and down again. Soon he is kissing up that same path, stopping at the apex of the material and working his way once more to your ankles.
At your ankles, he breaks contact with you and sits back, admiring you. Just as you're about to get your breathing down to normal again, his fingertips lightly touch your leg once more. They travel the whole way up to the end of the slit and then under the material there, slipping down around the inside of your thigh and rubbing you through the crotch of your panties.
You suppress both a whimper and the urge to press into his stroking fingers, letting yet another page of your forgotten book pass unread before your eyes. Adam's finger slips under the elastic of your pantyleg, and gently pets the hair there. You can't stifle the sigh that passes your lips now. Adam smiles, removes his hand and sits back on his heels.
He moves his hands to your hips and rolls you over onto your back. He grins warmly down at you, none of the smugness of before. He moves his leg across you, straddling your hips, standing on his knees. He bends over you and closes your book, moving it to the nightstand. His hand touches the side of your face, removing your glasses which he sits upon the book. His thumb continues to stroke your cheek as he kisses you slowly. His other hand traces down the front of your gown, kneading your breast through the fabric there.
Your own hands come up to trace the smooth contours of Adam's back, stopping to rub at the roundness of his buttocks. He grins against your mouth, pressing that fine backside of his harder against your hands. He leans his elbows down just to the side of your head, laying his long frame down on yours, allowing full contact.
Adam's hand begins to hike the skirt of your gown up your body. When it gathers at your waist, he stands on his knees over you once more. He smiles down on you, his hand stroking your clavicle, sweeping your hair back off your shoulders. "Sit up for me Love?" You grin and do as requested. He pulls the gown up over your head and tosses it into the chair. His palm now rubs your bare chest. He moves his mouth to yours and lays you down again.
Adam's thumbs hook into the waistline of your panties and he pulls them off you. His body covers yours again, warming you outside and in. Your hands rove into the luxuriant covering of hair on his chest, finding his nipples and circling them with the pads of your thumbs. Adam's knee comes between your own, providing space enough for his hand to slip down your body and stroke your clitoris.
"Adam," you moan, breaking the kiss. He looks deep into your eyes, wickedness dancing in the shimmering green there and he rubs you harder. As you feel yourself getting close, he takes his hand away and brings his mouth to your neck, kissing there. Your hands slip into Adam's hair, your thumbs tracing paths on the curves of his ears.
"I love you so much," he whispers against your skin. It causes shivers along the whole length of your body. He moves himself to your opening, his eyes meeting yours as he enters. Your hands grip his shoulders as he increases the rhythm with his hips. Your eyes close as you nuzzle against his cheek. He sucks on your earlobe as he pushes you closer and closer. He breathes your name in your ear as he climaxes. Pumping twice more, he sends you over the edge as well.
When your heartrate slows back to normal, he is clutching you to his chest, his hands rubbing down your back. "So, did you have fun tonight?" He repeats his earlier question.
You smile at him mischievously. In a flat tone, you repeat, "Sure."
Adam's mouth gapes open. You giggle furiously as he strokes your brow with a kiss.
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