Primal (6 page)

“Good,” he stated. “You masturbate?”

“Of course I masturbate.”

“Show me.”

“Now?” Heat flooded through her. Arousal mixed with excitement and embarrassment.

His expression didn’t change, he just waited to see if she would leave or do what he said.
 

Part of her wanted to leave. Just say “screw that” and walk away. But a bigger part of her was eager to strip down and do whatever he wanted. Intellectually, she’d understood there was a freedom in simply following. What she’d never really got until that moment was the strength required to do so. Saying she’d give up control was easy, but the reality of it, of laying herself bare both figuratively and literally, required an enormous amount of inner strength. Did she have that?

Hesitant, she studied the man in front of her.
 

He should scare her, what with his predatory air and closed-off expression, as if he really did expect her to turn and leave. But instead of fear building inside her when she looked at him, it was fascination and an eagerness unlike she’d ever felt. If she turned and ran, would he chase her?

A shiver danced over her skin, making her nipples pebble and her pussy pulse.

Before she could think twice, her hands were up and her fingers were slipping the buttons on her blouse undone. Keeping her gaze on him, she continued to undo them as she walked toward him. When she stood less than a foot from him, her blouse hung open and she shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes gleamed as he looked over her newly bared skin. After undoing the zipper, she pushed her skirt to the floor and stepped out of the puddle of clothes. Kicking off her heels she climbed onto the bed and lay down in the middle, wearing only her pretty silver lace lingerie.
 

Any fears or doubts Olivia might’ve had fled at the look on Adam’s face.
 

He stood stock still, hands at his sides, watching her with an intensity that she’d only dreamt of. Their gazes locked, and she slid a hand up over her belly to cup a full breast.
 

“Get rid of the bra,” he ordered.

She arched up, undid the clasp, and threw the lingerie away. She was a bit heavier than she should be. Her forty-four year old body was not as tight as it once was, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the lust burning between her and Adam. This time when she moved, it was to use both hands to cup her breasts. She arched her back, her thighs rubbing together restlessly as she squeezed her own plump flesh and plucked at aching nipples. A whimper escaped as she touched herself. She wanted his hands on her body.
 

“Soon,” he said, reading her clearly. “Show me more. I want to see all of you.”

Excitement skittered through her as she quickly got rid of her panties. She had no shyness,
 
only hunger for his touch as she slid a hand between her legs and began to strum her clit.
 

“That’s my girl,” he encouraged her before pulling off his hoody and the T-shirt beneath it.
 

She froze at her first real sight of his body. He was beautiful. His torso was full of black and grey ink. The tattoos completely covered his arms, snaked over his shoulders and across his chest, and down his ribs. He unzipped his jeans, shoved them and any underwear down over his hips, and then straightened up in front of her completely naked.
 

Adam reached down and stroked himself, the head of his penis turning a deep purple and starting to shine deliciously as she watched.
 

“You want this?” he asked. “You want me to fuck you?”

 
A low moan eased from her throat, and she licked her lips. Hungry. She was suddenly so very hungry. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want you.”

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and she did. “Wider.”

She planted her feet on the mattress and let her knees drop to the sides, leaving her splayed wide, and vulnerable.
 

“That’s it, show me all of you,” he said. “You’re so slick and wet, all pink and swollen and ready to be filled with my cock.”

The hand between her legs started working again, and she spread her swollen lips crudely. “Yes, please,” she said. “Fill me up. Please, Adam, fuck me now.”

He growled, and her cunt spasmed. Heat flowed through her, warming areas she hadn’t even known were cold. Her gaze was glued to his hand as he stroked himself. He was not a small man, longer than average, and certainly thicker. His hand circled his cock, stroking faster and faster, and her hand followed, strumming her clit harder and faster.

Lord, how would he feel? She bit her bottom lip, starting to rock her hips. She couldn’t get there. Not by herself. “Adam,” she whispered, ready to beg, even though he’d yet to actually touch her.
 

He slowed his strokes, and she did too, biting back a whimper.
 

“Don’t,” he said.

Her gaze shot up to meet his. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t silence yourself or hide from me. I want to hear you. Those noises you’re trying not to make tell me how you feel. What you like and don’t like. And they make my dick hard enough to hammer nails.”

She moaned softly at his words.
 

“Yeah, like that,” he said as he moved swiftly to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, grabbed a condom, and had it on before she could even think to count to three. Then he was on the bed with her, his thighs shoving roughly under hers as he sat between her legs holding his cock.
 

“I should make you wait,” he said as he rubbed between her folds and nudged her entrance. “But then I’d have to wait, too, and I can’t wait any longer. Hold on, Beauty, this is gonna be fast and rough.”
 

He thrust deep, and her brain shut off completely. She was reduced to a mass of quivering desire, seeking only pleasure and praise from the awesome male animal working between her thighs.
 

“You feel fucking fantastic,” he muttered. Rough hands slid under her thighs and lifted. Her knees came up, and he pinned them to her shoulders, leaning forward and pounding into her with a speed and ferocity she’d never even imagined.

Each thrust had him not only hitting her so deep it was almost painful, but the angle had her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each stroke, and the tight knot of pleasure was trying desperately to burst free. A whimper burst from her lips and Olivia clawed at his back, pulling him down on her harder.
 

“Come on, Beauty,” Adam growled, nipping at her neck. “That’s it. I feel your greedy cunt clenching at me. God, you’re so tight.”

A mewl of mixed passion and frustration escaped from her. She couldn’t form proper words, but it didn’t matter. It was as if he could read her mind. His shifted, leaning forward and slamming his mouth down over hers in a ravenous kiss. There was licking and biting, tongues dancing, and teeth clashing as she fought to breathe without losing touch with her man. When one hand slid over her throat and pressed lightly, she came apart with a scream. Some small part of her was aware of Adam’s shout of triumph, but it seemed so far away.

“It’s okay,” he crooned a short time later when she started against him. “I’ve got you.”

She opened her eyes, noting that they were cuddling. For some reason it surprised her, the way he held he so close with one arm across her back, his hand cradling her head against his shoulder and the other around her waist.

“We definitely need to talk,” he whispered before she drifted off on a cloud, again.

Yes, she thought. They really should talk.
 

***

 
It was just before seven o’clock when Adam shifted Olivia off his chest and leaned up on an elbow to look at her.
 

Her eyes were heavy lidded with satisfaction, and her perfectly smooth hair all mussed up. She met his gaze head on, not hiding anything, and something tightened in his chest. He’d been right to be afraid, the woman was dangerously close to perfect.
 

“You hungry?” he asked.
 

Plump lips tilted up at the corners, and her eyes sparkled. “For food?”

He laughed. “Yes, for food. For now, anyway.”

“Yes, you did promise me dinner, didn’t you?” she said as she rolled from the bed behind him and went in search of her clothes.
 

“I did,” he said as he pulled on his jeans, zipping them, but not buckling his belt.
 

Naked, curvy, and all woman, she walked confidently around his place, picking up her blouse then her skirt. He waited until she’d gathered all her clothes and had pulled on her bra and panties before tossing his T-shirt at her. “Just wear this for now.”

He didn’t need it, and it looked way better on her anyway.
 

“Any dietary needs I should know about?” he asked as he headed for the kitchen. If she had an allergy or something, he needed to know. But if she told him she was a vegetarian or something, they might have a problem.

“Nope,” she said as she slid onto one of the kitchen stools. “I’ll eat pretty much anything, at least once anyway.”

He smiled at her. “Adventurous, hmm?”

“In many ways.”

“And not always a lady. I’m liking that about you.”

She chuckled, a pretty pink blush creeping up her cheeks. Christ, she was beautiful.
 

He stopped gathering food from the fridge and went to lean on the counter in front of her. Close enough he could see the flecks of gold in her green eyes, he smiled. “Have you ever shared yourself like that before?”

Her head moved back and forth slowly. “Not like that, no.”

“I’m not going to ask if you like it because I know you did. But I do want to know how you feel about going deeper into it with me.”

Her brow puckered, and her head tilted. “Into what?”

“Into a relationship. A Dominant-submissive relationship.”

Why it surprised her she didn’t know. It really shouldn’t have, all the signs had been there. His whole caveman energy, the wanting complete control over her sexually. She knew that’s what being Dominant was for some; being in control. She’d even thought of what she was doing as submitting when she’d reached for the buttons on her shirt, but somehow it hadn’t really hit her that it was a real and permanent thing for him.
 

Her brain kicked in and she looked at Adam patiently waiting for her answer.
 

She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. She’d been thinking they were having a one-night stand, but it sounded like he wanted more. Did she?
 

Heart pounding in her chest she met his gaze. “I want to say yes, but before I do, I want to know more.”

He smiled with something like pride. “You are a smart one, aren’t you?”

She breathed easy. “I like to think so.”

He went back to shuffling plates and food around on the side counter by the fridge. “Ask me anything,” he said with a smile. “I’ll answer as honest as I can.”

Surprisingly, the first question that popped into her head wasn’t about sex. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-six.”

“Wow,” she said.

“What?”

“You’ve turned me into a cougar!”

He laughed. “Age is just a number, babe. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m forty-four, you know.”

He shrugged. “Just a number.”

He was right, people said it all the time. She even said it. She rarely felt her age, only on days when she was really stressed or sad about some of the way things have changed since she was younger. For some reason, his lack of concern about their age difference felt like everything else about him—right.
 

She wanted to ask him more about the Dominant-submissive stuff, but she had a basic understanding of BDSM through her studies, and her curiosity about him personally took over. Adam piled food onto plates and stuck them in the microwave while she grilled him about silly things. He had a car and could drive, but if he had time, he preferred to take public transport or walk. Which struck her as just ridiculous since they lived in Los Angeles, and she told him so.
 

“I lived here for seventeen years before I joined the Army, and I never got out of my crappy neighborhood. Then I spent fifteen years seeing the good and the bad all over the world. I swore when I got home again I would make the effort to actually
see
the place where I lived and the people that populated it clearly. People don’t do that when they just go from home to car to office to car to home with the occasional get together with their small circle of friends.” He brought plates mounded with chicken, pasta, and vegetables over to the kitchen bar and sat across from her. “When I walk or take the bus, I see more of my surroundings and meet more people.”

“Like me.”

“Like you.” He smiled. “I saw you, you know. Earlier on Sunday night, when you were at the cafe with your friend.”

“Really?”

“Eat.” He pointed at her plate with a fork. “And yes, really.”