Alexandra had invited Adam around for dinner and made her intentions plain enough by slipping off her shoes and pressing her toes against his crotch as they finished off dessert. He placed his hands on top of her feet and gave them a rub. His warm hands and tender touch made Alexandra shiver, but not for long.
“Bet you can’t make me come with your feet,” he challenged, dropping his trousers, leaning back in his chair, and motioning for Alexandra to work his dick with her feet. Unconvinced but turned on by his boldness, Alexandra carefully edged her feet into position either side of his cock and started moving them up and down. Up and down she guided her feet, slowly rubbing Adam’s cock. She’d never done this before and wasn’t quite sure of herself, but right now, she was quite happy to do what Adam wanted.
Alexandra heard Adam’s breathing increase and sensed she was getting the hang of what she was doing. She leaned back and let out a contented sigh of her own as she fingered herself, knowing full well Adam could see what was going on.
“Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?” Adam said, standing up, pulling his trousers and pants back on and stretching out a hand towards Alexandra.
Alexandra bit her lip, nodded, and taking his hand, they silently went upstairs. “Sorry it’s such a mess,” she instinctively blurted out as they made their way, hand in hand, into her bedroom. Adam laughed as she jumped ahead of him and in one movement swept aside a collection of clothes, bedding and books that lay on the bed.
“It might be a bit messier by the time we’ve finished,” Adam said as he sat on the bed.
Alexandra blushed. She didn’t know why. She felt ready to let Adam do whatever he wanted, and she hoped it would be as good as it had been the other night. Stripping off his shirt and jumper, Adam had Alexandra lie at right angles to him and demanded that she carried on where she had left off downstairs. As she enthusiastically kept up a fast-paced motion with her feet wrapped around Adam’s dick, he leaned over her and started gently fingering her. Alexandra lay back, closed her eyes. She couldn’t cope with this. As Adam moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, she struggled to keep her feet around his dick, and she was beginning to tire. Meanwhile, Adam had noticed both her slowing with her feet and her continued avoidance of any sort of eye contact. He stopped.
“Alexandra?” She opened her eyes and began to sit up. “On your knees,” he commanded. If she wasn’t going to look at him, then he was damned if he was going to waste any more time searching for a connection if it wasn’t ever going to materialise.
“Okay,” she whispered, turning her body around. She buried her face in the soft pillows at the head of the bed. She could no longer see anything, but she could hear Adam’s every word and could feel him kneeling down behind her.
“I’m going to fuck your feet now.”
“Mm-hmm.” Do whatever the fuck you like, she thought. Adam rubbed his cock along the soles of her feet, and Alexandra let out a stifled giggle, the soft touch of the tip of his cock tickling her slightly. Adam moved one of her feet on top of the other, sandwiched his cock between them and started to thrust himself forwards and backwards. He could see flashes of bright red as Alexandra reached down and used her fingers to play with herself.
Grabbing her arse with his free hand, he gave her a playful slap on the cheek. She squealed playfully. Adam continued to thrust, slap her bum and Alexandra continued to finger herself. So lost in the moment was she that she hadn’t noticed that Adam had stopped driving his cock between her feet and was now right behind her. With both hands on her arse, Adam guided his cock gently towards her hands.
He couldn’t see, but she smiled as she carefully took hold of his cock and guided it towards her pussy. She had loved it when he was fingering her earlier and now wanted him inside her. Neither was bothered that she hadn’t made him come with her feet. She moved her fingers and concentrated on touching her clitoris as Adam began to thrust gently. She let out a long moan, which was in part an involuntary reaction to what was going and partly designed to let him know that she was happy. She was even more thrilled once Adam began to increase the speed of his thrusting. She dropped her hands, as Adam was now fucking her hard enough to make her whole body shake.
He wasn’t finished with her yet, though. Adam was fit, and although he could sense that Alexandra was perhaps struggling with the pace a little, he was in no discomfort. He wondered how much she could take and was delighted when each time he stepped up the speed and intensity she responded with screams of pleasure. Every one of Alexandra’s senses was on fire. She could feel every move he was making and could hear him slapping his body against hers with more and more force. It felt like he was turning her on in ways she didn’t realise existed. Sex when she was young and in love hadn’t been this good.
Respite only came for Alexandra when she heard the phone ring downstairs. Adam slowed his movements to give her a chance to catch her breath, hoping that she’d tell him to carry on. Mortified, Alexandra suddenly remembered her brother had been due to call and she’d completely forgotten about it. She threw her head forwards onto the pillow, put her hands up, realising that the moment, if it hadn’t gone already, would be long gone by the time she’d finished on the phone.
“I have to take this call,” she said, breathlessly, grabbing her dressing gown from the back of the door. Now it was Adam’s turn to break the connection. He sat, head bowed and with his hands in front of him as if he was praying for divine intervention. He wasn’t. He didn’t look up until he could hear Alexandra pick the phone up and he knew he had to get out.
Having calmed down, he got dressed and made his way downstairs. He could hear Alexandra was still on the phone. An inherent sense of decency stopped him from leaving without at least acknowledging he was doing so, and as he meandered into the lounge, caught Alexandra’s attention and flicked his head towards the front door to let her know he would now be on his way.
“Hold on, Dean,” Alexandra said into the phone. Holding her hand over the mouthpiece, she looked at Adam.
“I’m sorry about this. You don’t have to go.” She desperately wanted him to stay. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel him close to her again, but family always came first.
Adam was frustrated and angry, but he didn’t want to let her see that.
“I do, Alexandra,” he said firmly. “I do. I’m done. I’m sorry.” Alexandra frowned. What was he apologising for?
“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, screwing her eyes up as he turned and left. Ten minutes earlier she had felt as if a wave of pleasure was sweeping through her body; now she felt sick to the stomach. She took her hand off the mouthpiece and continued with her conversation, unashamedly telling her brother that a neighbour had just dropped off some misdirected mail. Dean had just come out of the hospital, and she would always be there when he needed him. She knew, however, that she should have told Adam or rescheduled the call.
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