“We can’t stay here. First of all there’s not enough room for everything I want to do to you, and secondly, there are cameras everywhere and I don’t want us to become p**n stars.” I nodded and he put it in gear and backed up, thus beginning one of the most harrowing car rides of my life.

“Adam, aren’t you driving kind of fast?” I asked nervously as we weaved in and out of late-night weekend Philadelphia Center City traffic.

“The speed limit here is flexible,” he answered tersely.

“Flexible? I’ve never heard of a flexible speed limit.”

“It’s something new they’re trying.” We turned a corner, tires squealing. Suddenly, up ahead I saw a woman with what looked like a buffalo on a leash.

“Dog walker!” I exclaimed in a panic as he moved to the left. “Bicyclist!” I cried out as he moved to the right. Suddenly, we were on the other side of the road. “Adam, I don’t think you’re supposed to drive over those medians.”

“That’s just a suggestion.”

“A suggestion? Hey! This is a one way street!”

“We’re only going one way,” he answered, gripping the wheel.

“Adam, that was a red light!”

“It was yellow.”

“All those stopped cars you drove around didn’t think so. Bus!”

Somehow, we made it back to his place alive. I had a feeling Mr. Assistant District Attorney might regret his liberal interpretation of Philadelphia traffic laws in the morning, but right now he had one thing on his mind and it wasn’t moving violations.

“Adam! You need to go back and shut the car door or somebody’s going to rip off everything you own!” I informed him as he hauled me by the hand toward the elevator.

“Okay, go and push the button so it will be here when I get back,” he ordered. I went to the elevator and pushed the button. By the time I turned around again he was beside me. What was he, a track star?

“Where did you leave your jet pack?” I asked, astounded.

The elevator doors opened and he practically dislocated my arm pulling me into the car. I wound up with my back against the wall and Adam pressed against my front as we threw ourselves into another torrid kiss. I grabbed his hair and he bit my lip and then sucked it. How hot is that?!

The doors opened on his floor and we stumbled out, somehow managing not to separate for even a moment. We made it down the hallway to his apartment, bouncing off the walls like pinballs, our tongues never leaving each other’s mouths. We were inside in seconds. Houdini never opened a lock that fast. He finally broke away for a second.

“I know I said I would undress you slowly…” he began, out of breath. I stepped back, unzipped my dress, yanked it off and threw it to the side. I stood there in my black panties, thigh-high stockings and heels. He froze for a second. “Holy fuck! Oh baby, nice rack.”

We flew at each other so quickly and so hard that the impact looked like a NFL moment and we literally fell over the top of the couch together, and still holding each other tightly and kissing frantically we rolled off the side and hit the floor. Adam landed on top, of course.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“I’m conscious. Don’t stop.” He pulled himself up, though, helping me up with him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom or one of us is going to have a bad case of rug burn tomorrow.” He pulled me by the hand behind him so quickly my feet barely touched the floor.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I growled as soon we cleared the bedroom door. I started frantically trying to undress him.

“Careful with my tie! You’re cutting off my air flow.”

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and I went to work on the rest of his lower half as he removed his jacket and shirt. I had his belt open and his pants around his ankles in no time flat. I was right, incidentally, boxer briefs.

“Adam,” I panted. “I promise you, we can be sensual and erotic tomorrow. Right now, though, I really just need you to f**k me.”

“I think this relationship is going well so far,” he said, breathing heavily, as he ripped my pretty little black lace panties off. “I’ll replace those.” He urged me over to the edge of the bed and sat me down, gently pushing me back. I kicked off my heels and propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at him as he reached down and peeled off my stockings. He stepped back and let his eyes drag over my bare body inch by inch. “Fucking gorgeous,” was all he said. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and the blood rushed out of my head. Apparently, other body parts needed it more.

“Adam,” I muttered with awe, eyes fixed on the big, beautiful, surprise he had been saving for me. “There’s so much of you to like.”

He gave me a cocky smile, (no pun intended), and let me take my time enjoying the view. Adam’s not really the shy retiring type. Then he stalked toward the bed with an almost predatory look, lay down on his side next to me, and leaned over to begin gently biting the sensitive skin of my neck while his hand skimmed along my hip, across my belly and up to my aching breast, which, to my delight, he began cupping and kneading.

My breath started coming in harsh little spurts and I threw my head to the side and ran my hands over his hard pecs and abs, over his shoulders and biceps, his muscular back, his wonderfully tight ass. It seemed like neither one of us could get enough. It was like we both wanted to touch each other everywhere at once, like we only had a few minutes to explore everything we could reach.

As his warm skin and the smooth, hard, hills, planes and valleys of muscle slid under my fingertips, I knew I was losing it fast. There couldn’t be a whole lot of blood left in my brain at that point. He started trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, reached over and took my hand, guiding it to his cock, gently squeezing and letting go.

“Lily,” he groaned against my ear and trailed kisses downward to my collarbone.

I gently swirled my thumb around, spreading the moisture, and he began flexing his h*ps toward me, and kissing my neck, my throat, and moving downward, he trailed light kisses along my collarbone and then down along the sides of my breasts. My skin felt like it was on fire and I can’t remember my ni**les ever having been that hard or that tight before. He began stroking one rigid tip with his tongue and white hot pleasure shot through my body. I moaned, arched my back and grabbed his hair with my free hand.

“Yes, do that! Good touch! Good touch!” I gasped.

“Best rack ever,” he mumbled, pulling my rock-hard nipple into his mouth and sucking energetically. I was stroking him slowly and his low groans created vibrations that were driving me insane.

“Oh my God, Adam!” I whimpered and panted. “I never thought I would say this, but I love your mouth.” He paused and laughed, his breath on my sensitive wet skin making me shiver. He moved to the other breast and began biting and sucking even more vigorously, likely testing to see how I responded. Let’s just say it was an enthusiastic response. I moaned and let go of his cock, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing my h*ps up, looking for friction.

“Not yet, baby. Believe me, I can’t wait much longer, but I want to taste you first.” Oh fuck, he really just said that, didn’t he? Suddenly, he was sliding down onto his knees between my legs, which were bent over the side of the bed. Jesus, he was going to …

“Oh my God!” I gasped. Suddenly, I was religious. When I felt that hot tongue on my clit, I swear, I think I saw angels.

“Mmm,” was his only response, but it had quite an effect, both because the vibration felt incredible, and the fact that he sounded like he was sampling something delicious was hot enough to make me combust. He starting pushing his tongue in and out of me and my religious zeal increased in volume.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

“Oh, who?” he asked, pausing.

“Oh Adam?”

“That’s more like it.”

He began stroking my cl*twith hard little licks, and talk about going cowgirl, I grabbed his hair and rode his face like a wild bronco. He slid two fingers up inside me and rubbed my inner wall, quickly finding just the right place to make me nearly pass out. You know those experts who claim the G-spot doesn’t really exist? Well, they obviously haven’t met Adam. Then he began sucking my cl*tand pumping his fingers in and out and I think I may possibly have shredded his sheets at that point. I felt the pressure building low in my abdomen and my muscles starting to tighten up. I knew I was going to come any second but I wanted to feel him inside me when I did and not just his fingers.

“Adam! God damn it! Will you f**k me already?!”

“Very nice Ms. Romance Novelist.” He laughed as he stood up.

“Fine. Will you thrust your turgid manroot into my dewy petals?”

That made him laugh even harder. When he looked down at me lying there desperately wanting him, though, he wasn’t laughing anymore. He looked mesmerized. “Jesus Lily, your skin is flushed. Your lips are swollen. Your eyes are dark. You better believe I’ll f**k you, baby.” He went over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom out of a drawer.

“You can forget that if you want,” I said, making up my mind on the spot. He paused and looked at me questioningly. “I’ve only ever used it as back up, but I’m on the pill and I’m healthy. I’m assuming you are?”

“Yeah, I get tested regularly, but I’ve never done that. I might not be able to last long.”

“We have all night. If you don’t want to, though …”

“Are you nuts?”

“Well then get over here and stop wasting God’s gift.” He tossed down the condom and came back to me, looking very happy.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I can’t decide how I want you first,” he said in a low gravelly voice. “I know that I want to see your face, though.”

I let out a ragged breath. I felt hot and dazed, but I was very much aware of the throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t wait much longer; I needed him inside me. I knew that I would come quickly for him and the knowledge that within minutes he would be bringing me to orgasm made my stomach clench with nervous excitement and anticipation.

He was breathing heavily and his eyes were hazy with lust. He reached down and started stroking himself, staring at me raptly. I think it was the hottest f**king thing I have ever seen. I reached down between my legs and began rubbing little circles around my clit.

“I think about you when I do this, Adam,” I said seductively. “I imagine that it’s your fingers on me, your tongue, your c**k inside me.”

“Lily,” he growled and sprung toward me. He hooked my knees over his arms, pushed my legs up and back and staring deeply into my eyes, slowly slid into me until he was fully seated.

“Yes.” I gasped and moaned ecstatically as I felt him fill me completely. I guess he had seen whatever he had hoped to, because he looked positively enraptured. What I had seen as he took me, was a look of intense, almost stunned, pleasure and it drove me wild that I could make him feel like that with just my body. We both held still for a second just staring at each other, and then slowly he started to move his hips.

“Fucking amazing,” he said hoarsely, looking dazed.

“Please. So good,” I said in a voice so thick with lust and carnal pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.

“Touch yourself again,” he ground out and I reached down and began rubbing my cl*tagain. His eyes dropped down to watch and he began pumping his h*ps against me more forcefully, burying himself in me over and over. “You think about me?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“I think about you too,” he rasped, sliding in and out of me over and over.

With him quenching my ache, and me madly fingering my clit, it was literally about two minutes before I sensed the familiar pressure, then my muscles tensing again as I started feeling like I was climbing to the top of a rollercoaster.

“Please! Adam! I’m so close!” I looked up at him desperately and we locked gazes as I felt the bottom drop out and I went over the side, racing downward at top speed. My vision became unfocused as my inner muscles shook, clenching and unclenching around him. I sensed him watching me intently as I came apart beneath him. As my vision came back into focus, I could see powerful emotion in his expression. He looked enthralled.

I just stared at him mutely, trying to collect my scattered thoughts. My God, he was so gorgeous. His face was flushed and his hair was damp. I pulled him down closer and finally gave in to the impulse to lick his jaw, loving the salty taste of his skin. He groaned and shivered a little.

My legs had fallen loosely apart and I wrapped them around his waist again, pushing up against him and urging him on. Although he had to stop several times, we continued moving together in perfect rhythm until I came again. Just for the record, I’m normally not one of those multi-orgasmic chicks. As I lay gasping, still feeling tremors of my second orgasm pass through my body, he started moving faster.

“Lily, oh, Lily. Fuck. I’m going to come so hard,” he bit out in a hoarse voice, and leaned down to kiss me deeply, as with a final deep thrust he groaned into my mouth and went still. I felt him convulse as he came inside me and then he collapsed on top of me. His weight, and his slick body, and his hammering heartbeat, pressed against me, still kissing me, felt sublime.

We kept kissing as he rolled off onto his side, pulling me into his arms. And as he kissed me, he gently rubbed my sweaty back and I combed my fingers through his damp hair. We laid there like that just kissing and kissing before we finally stopped kissing and just held each other. We lay there cuddling for quite a while. He drew circles at the base of my spine with his thumb and I gently massaged his bicep and nuzzled against his chest. We didn’t say anything, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt … right.