105 His Straightforward Desire
I was already crying out loudly. His fingers began thrusting in and out of my wet hole. I looked down to see his hand moving in between my legs. The palm of his hand pressed against my clit and stimulated it with each thrust that he moved to ram his fingers inside of me. Adrian was rubbing my clit as he fingered me. My legs went weak, and I felt myself get wetter from the double stimulation. The speed and strength of his thrusts intensified and I cried out even louder.
“Adrian...” I called his name and moaned even more.
He watched my face as I cried out from the pleasure that he was feeding my body. He curled his fingers upwards and began feeling along the top of my love cave until he found my sensitive spot. He smiled seductively when he found what he was looking for.
“Oh! Ahhhhh...it’s so good!” I cried out when his fingers began thrusting against my g-spot.
He thrusted against it and then stroked it. I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Adrian was about to make me cum from his fingers. I spread my legs even wider as my hips rocked against his fingers in abandon.
“Adrian...I...” I whimpered weakly as my orgasm started taking over.
“I know. Cum, Elena. I want to watch you cum...” Adrian whispered seductively to me.
His fingers thrusted faster and deeper inside of me and he didn’t stop even when I had reached my climax.
I lay exhausted from my intense orgasm with his arms around me. He kissed my temple lovingly as he waited for me to calm down again.
.....
“Should I drive you back or would you rather spend the night?” he asked before kissing my cheek softly.
“Please...drive me back...” I managed to whisper.
Adrian laughed a little at me as he helped me adjust my clothes back to its original position.
“You’re so stubborn...not that I dislike it,” he murmured close to my ear.
...
The ride back to my place wasn’t supposed to be awkward at all but I managed to make it awkward for myself by getting all nervous now that I was in the car alone with Adrian. He seemed to be in a very good mood as he drove me home. The same as before, he had agreed to drop me off at the nearest intersection.
The car came to a stop at a red light and the silence in the car made me feel more nervous and conscious of how close he was to me. This wasn’t normal. I usually felt very at ease when I was with him. What has gotten into me? Is it because we had sex just now?
“Elena...” Adrian called my name suddenly.
“Yes...” I replied.
“There’s a clause prohibiting us from having sex in the contract,” Adrian said sternly as his green eyes watched me intently.
“Yes, there is,” I replied while wondering where this was going.
Is he going to apologize for what he had done because it violated the contract? I was also at fault so...
I didn’t know how to feel about what we just did anymore. If Adrian hadn’t stopped then, would I have gone all the way with him in his study of all places?
“Can we drop it?” he asked straightforwardly.
My eyes widened in shock at his words. Did he just ask me to kill the clause prohibiting us from having sex? Just like that?
“...What?” I asked, still in disbelief.
Adrian laughed a little at my shocked expression before he continued.
“I want to have sex with you. So, if you’re ok with it, then I would like to remove the clause that doesn’t allow us to have sex,” Adrian repeated clearer and with more details this time.
It wasn’t that I didn’t get what he was saying. I just couldn’t believe that he was saying it and that he was asking me this outright. He’s...too honest...and too straight forward...
I didn’t know what to say as my tongue tied itself into a knot and refused to move. I was even too embarrassed to look him in the eye any longer. He just told me that he wants to have sex with me. Did he stop without going all the way because of the term in the contract?
“There’s no rush. Just think about it for me,” Adrian said kindly.
I was dumbfounded so I just nodded. Thankfully, the light turned green, and Adrian shifted his attention back to driving.
...
Sunday arrived. Finally.
I made it. I survived the week and made it to Sunday, the only day in the week where I officially didn’t have to work as someone’s girlfriend or wife-to-be. Waking up late was a reward that I chose to reward myself with. After lazily getting out of bed, I decided to clean my small room a little before doing the laundry. I chose super comfortable clothes, my face was make-up free, and I had thick glasses on.
After cleaning up and doing the laundry, I lazed around some more in my room while I did some research on local bars around my place. It had been a while since I’ve gone out alone. As my marriage with George deteriorated, we reached a point where we stopped going out together unless it was for business purposes. I used to go out drinking at overpriced rooftop bars to kill the time. The night air felt good on my skin and sipping a cocktail outdoors with the view of the city at night had its own charm.
I scrolled through the small local bars around my place before giggling at how much my life has changed. Now, I didn’t have to dress up pretty to go out drinking at night and I didn’t have to go to an overpriced place either. There were many bars around my place that were within walking distance. After picking a place that seemed to have a nice vibe and a pretty decent list of craft beer, I waited patiently for evening to arrive.
Dressed in an army green sweat pant with a loose black sweater, thick glasses, and my hair up in an ugly bun, I felt excited and ready to hit the bar. I looked awful when I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and I loved it. Freedom, this is what freedom with a little rebellion looks like.
–To be continued...
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