39. Adina

39

ADINA

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure, amazed that I could feel James's touch so acutely through the many layers of clothing.

How much better could this feel if it was his bare hand against my naked flesh, fingers twisting and teasing my nipple?

It had been so long since anyone had touched me with tenderness. Every pass of his thumb made me throb with need, the ache in my breast translating to a matching pulse between my thighs.

As a soft moan escaped my throat, James's other hand found purchase on my ass, and he pulled me in tighter. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"

"So good," I whimpered. "I?—"

"Yeah," he said, kissing the middle of my throat. "Me too." He ground his groin up against mine, and, oh, yes, he was just as affected as I was. He was so hard beneath his envirosuit that I was sure he was hurting but didn't seem to notice.

He was lost in the sensation of touching me, and I wished he could be lost inside of me. I had never craved a man like I craved him at this moment.

I was on fire.

I needed more. "Gene," I managed, which was odd enough to momentarily get James to stop grinding against me. "Safety check."

"AQI is 239. Performing energetic acts in the open air is…counter-indicated, I would say."

"Then close the roof."

"Of course." The top of the hovercraft closed over us, leaving me with just an inch of space above my head where I was sitting on James's lap. It was tight, but…

"Adina?"

"I want you." I was thinking about logistics—how I could turn, what position would be good in the cramped space, maybe I could?—

"We can't," James whispered.

I turned and stared at him. "We can't what?"

"We can't make love here."

"But…"

Oh shit, had I done something wrong?

Crass?

Was I making him uncomfortable by assuming he was as into me as I was into him? I began to pull away, my face so hot I knew it had to be flaming with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I?—"

"No." He pulled me back and kissed me, hot and heavy. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, hungry for me, mimicking what I imagined his erection would do in my body. I responded, eager, but didn't reach for the clasps on my suit. I still wasn't sure what he was okay with and what he was not.

James finally pulled back. "I don't want our first time to be in a hovercraft," he said earnestly. "I want it to be done properly, on my bed, and with all the time in the world to enjoy each other. I don't want to have to rush for fear of being late sneaking back into the palace or to worry about giving you a concussion when I thrust inside of you." He flicked the roof with a finger.

I laughed. "Yeah, you are right. I tend to be impatient and impulsive." I eyed him from under lowered lashes. "Are you still sure that you want me?"

"More than ever and forever. That's why I want to ensure you will never forget our first time together for the right reasons, not the wrong ones."

I nodded. "You are right, but…" I groaned and tipped my forehead down onto his shoulder. "But I ache," I confessed.

"I think I can do something about that."

"But I thought you wanted to wait."

"I do, but there are many things we can do before we consummate our marriage."

I liked the sound of that. "Oh, yeah?" I asked breathily. "Like what?"

He grinned, and even in the darkness, his beautiful white smile was perfectly visible. "I'll show you."

He undid the clasp at my neck and unzipped the envirosuit, pulling it apart just enough to be able to slide his hand inside. Then he pulled the loose neck of my shirt down until my left breast was bare.

That was as far as the fabric could stretch, but it was enough to evoke a sharp breath from James. He leaned forward, lips apart.

"Oh!" His tongue was wet and eager against my skin, laving over my nipple as he closed his mouth and slowly, steadily began to suck. It felt amazing, and the pleasure ramped up unexpectedly when he suddenly turned his gentle lick into a bite. "Oh, God," I moaned, leaning into the pressure. "Oh, yes, James, oh?—"

He pulled back long enough to command, "Grind down against me," before getting back to my breast.

I spread my thighs wider and leaned in.

Oh, yeah. God, yeah . I could feel him against my center, so deliciously hard. My core was hot and throbbing, eager to take him in. I started grinding, finding a rhythm that mimicked the one I hoped he would set once he finally took me with nothing between us.

It was so juvenile in some ways, dry humping until we got each other off like a pair of teenagers. At the same time, though, it was intensely erotic, the enforced distance between us a source of unexpected pleasure.

I was being denied, yet I was getting exactly what I needed. All of James's attention was on me—his mouth on my breast, his erection pressing urgently against my center, his hands clutching my ass as he flexed up. The pressure in my core built, climbing higher and higher, connecting with the languorous delight of his attention to my nipple.

"James, I'm gonna…James, I'm coming," I cried out, grabbing him tight and pressing against his body as hard as I could.

The touch of teeth against my nipple sent me over the edge, and my orgasm twined and twisted out from my core into every part of my body like a lazy river, slow but seemingly unending. I almost didn't realize when he suddenly leaned his head back and thrust up hard, mouth open and eyes closed, as his own pleasure became too much to hold back.

"Adina," he groaned. "Ah, fuck, ah…"

We floated like that for a while, giving our bodies a chance to bask in the warmth of our mutual pleasure before finally, inevitably, we began to come back down.

"Mmm," I said semi-coherently. "Yum."

"Ugh," James said, shifting a bit uncomfortably. "Amazing, but now I need to change."

I giggled. "Yeah, you do." I lifted myself off him and got back into my seat. "Gene, let's head back in. Time to get Prince Charming back to his rooms before the sun rises. Otherwise, he'll turn into a frog."

James started to laugh. "That isn't how the fairy tale goes!"

"Eh, fairy tales." I waved a hand as the hovercraft began to descend. "They change all the time. Who can even say how they're supposed to go, huh?"

We got back into Londabad without a hitch, and a few minutes later, we were setting down in the same place we'd taken off from. "I'll see you back to your room," I told James as the hovercraft's roof opened up again.

"I think I can get back by myself," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Adina." He leaned in and kissed me. "I know that for most of our relationship, you've been the one to take charge and lead the way. I appreciate it, and you, more than I can say, but when it comes to sneaking around my own home? I've got it covered." He kissed me again, then headed back into the false sewer grate. "I'll see you soon," he called out. "We've got a meeting with my mother at two."

To discuss the wedding.

Hopefully, we'd get everything finalized and set to go today. I was more than ready to be married, especially after tonight. "I'll be there," I promised him.

"I'll see you then." He disappeared, and I slumped down into the hovercraft seat before directing Gene to get us back to our place in the city.

I should have gone straight to sleep once I got back to my own bed. Instead, half an hour later, I found myself naked on my back, legs spread, one hand plucking at the same nipple James had been tormenting earlier as my other hand plunged between my legs. I was so slick from being with James, my body still so primed. It was easy to take two, then three of my fingers, thrusting them inside my tenderness as I pressed my palm against my clit.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, eyes closed as I imagined James above me, his hand inside of me, or better yet, his shaft.

My walls tightened, internal springs winding up before I finally exploded once more. I bit my lower lip too hard, hard enough it would have hurt any other time, as I came.

"Hell," I breathed at last, blearily opening my eyes. "Gene, what time is it?"

"0500 hours, Adina."

Plenty of time for me to sleep, then. I needed it, especially now. I rolled over on my side, on the verge of sweet oblivion.

"You should consider showering," Gene said.

" Meh ."

"You'll be more comfortable, and it's cleaner."

" Gah ."

"Not your most cogent argument, mistress. Come on, get cleaned up. You will sleep better."

Why did my genies always have to be right? I sighed and got out of bed. "What would I do without you, Gene?" I asked as I headed for the bathroom.

"I hope we never have to find out."