He kissed her again as the two of them moved as a unit, Porter forward, her backwards, until her legs hit his bed.
Porter pushed on her shoulder, encouraging her to sit on the edge of the bed. With him standing before her, she was eye level with the bulge in his pants. Porter started unbuttoning his flannel shirt, while Adele went to work on undoing his belt, unzipping his jeans. One hard tug later and his cock sprung free from his open jeans.
Adele wrapped her hand around his thick dick and started to lean forward. Porter had gone down on her every single night they’d spent together, driving her to orgasm after orgasm with just his mouth. She hadn’t had the to opportunity to reciprocate. She intended for that fact to change right now.
“Darlin’,” Porter said, the word a deep, guttural growl, as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock.
She’d never considered blowjobs a turn on, and she hadn’t really given Keith a lot of them. Their sex life had mimicked their relationship, predictable, comfortable. Passionless.
She never would have realized that if not for this past week with Porter. If anyone had asked her a year ago, she would have said she and Keith had a great sex life.
Jesus. How wrong was she?
She licked Porter several more times, wrapping her fist around the base of his dick, tightening her grip as she started to stroke him. Porter wasn’t a silent lover and he had no problem letting her know exactly how her touches made him feel.
“God, Addie. Just like that. Shit. That feels so good. I love your hand on me. Take me in your mouth.”
She followed his instructions, her own arousal growing when he ran his fingers through her hair before closing his fists in it. Porter was a hair-puller and she liked it. She really fucking liked it.
He was also the king of dirty talk.
“That’s it. You’ve got the sweetest mouth. Look at me, darlin’. Let me see those pretty blue eyes while you take me in,” he said when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He was thick, and there was no question she wasn’t going to be able to take all of him in. Hell, she would need both hands if she hoped to cover the bulk of his length.
His hands tightened in her hair and he used that for leverage as he started thrusting in shallowly, giving her time to adjust.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look, Addie? My dick in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around me like that. Grip me tighter and hold on.”
She did as he said as he started to move faster, deeper, into her mouth. The head of his dick brushed her throat briefly and she fought the instinct to gag.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Breathe through your nose and let me…”
He didn’t finish whatever he was going to say because Adele was ready to take back some of the control. She left one hand on his cock as the other explored lower. She burrowed her fingers into his jeans and boxers, silently cursing herself for not taking them off completely before they started this.
When Porter hissed out, “Yes!” as her finger found his anus, she knew she’d struck pay dirt. He’d introduced her to anal play two nights earlier after he found her vibrator and lube in her nightstand drawer.
Even now, Adele flushed as she recalled the way he’d finger fucked her ass as he drove her through three orgasms, each coming right on the heels of the other as he used her vibrator on her better than she could ever hope to do so on her own.
So now, he’d not only ruined her for other men but for masturbation as well.
“Fuck!” Porter grunted when she pressed one of her fingers inside him and his cock hit the back of her throat again. She could tell from his curses, from the way he gripped her hair, that he was close.
“Darlin’.” His tone told her he was thinking of pulling away, of stopping this before he came. She sucked his dick harder as she shook her head. She wanted this. All of it.
“I can’t…Jesus…Fuck me.” Porter came, his body going stiff for just a second as jet after jet of come exploded from him. She surprised herself by swallowing. Adele didn’t have a clue who this wanton, adventurous woman was, but damn if she didn’t like the new her.
Porter slowly slid free of her mouth as his cock started to soften. It was only then he seemed to realize how tightly he was gripping her hair. He unclenched his fists and gently massaged her scalp.
She looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Adele blinked a couple times, telling herself that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was. Her foolish heart was messing with her head, trying to convince her that Porter was looking at her like a man in love.
As much as she wanted that to be true, her practical side was slamming on the brakes, telling her to get a fucking grip.
She was letting five days of mind-blowing sex confuse her. Amazing sex wasn’t the same thing as love.
Porter cupped her cheeks and bent over, kissing her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
Oh, fuck it. Maybe sex didn’t equate to love for him, but Adele was too weak and stupid and inexperienced to resist this.
She was going to just go ahead and fall in love with the man. Because she didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Hell, who was she fooling? She was already there.
She brushed her hand over his face, enjoying the rough stubble of his five-o’clock shadow. The past few mornings, she’d had to apply more foundation around her mouth to try to cover up the beard burn from his kisses. Not that she minded.
Porter did not shy away from kissing, and she suspected the two of them had spent more hours kissing this past week than she and Keith had in four years.
“Okay. Time to get serious,” Porter said, breaking the kiss and straightening.
She giggled. “We weren’t serious before?”
He shook his head, his expression far too serious considering what they’d just done. Perhaps she would have been worried about his sudden sternness if not for the twinkle in his eyes that indicated he was playing with her.
“Stand up, Addie. Let’s get you out of these clothes. Then you and I have some business to attend to.”
“I can get behind naked business,” she joked, stripping off her jeans, panties, socks, and boots.
Porter undressed himself at the same time, then sat down next to her on the side of the bed. She wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but she hoped it was a quick conversation because she needed him inside her…like yesterday.
Before she could tell him to get on with it, Porter reached for her, his hands on her upper arms, surprisingly strong and even a little rough as he dragged her naked body over his lap.
“What the—”
Porter placed one hard smack against her bottom and Adele tried to push away from him. “Stay there,” he commanded firmly, striking her other ass cheek with even more force.
“Porter.”
He placed his palm flat against her upper back, holding her facedown despite her attempts to rise. The man was strong as a bull, and while she knew there was no way she could escape his grip until he released her, the instinct to protect herself was winning out, so she kept trying.
Porter spanked her half a dozen times more before placing his palms on her ass. He hadn’t really spanked her hard. In truth, while she would have expected it to hurt, it was actually impacting her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.