when he was in his own bed, he'd take his time. He'd unwrap each memory of her in that little bikini like it was a Christmas present. However, right then and there he just needed to get off as quickly as possible so he could clear his head and not act like a caveman around Adelina.
His breath turned ragged as he felt his balls tense. He was seconds away from coming, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on how sweetly she had smelled as he had pressed his hands against her sun-kissed skin.
The door sprang open.
Vincent stopped mid-stroke, his cock red and angry in his hand. His eyes popped open in pure terror, finding Adelina standing in the doorway, her blue eyes locked onto the pre-cum that was glittering on the tip of his dick.
"Oh my god," he stuttered, his heart sinking to the floor.
His mind desperately tried to make him stand up, to get his legs to work. However, his body was too confused to move an inch. The tension in his balls was making everything cloudy, and then terror had completely locked his muscles. He was stuck. Rock hard and with no way to hide it, he was utterly stuck.
Adelina took in the scene silently, and a small smile began to spread across her lips. Vincent didn't know what to make of the reaction. He had expected her to feel embarrassed, to run away, to feel as ashamed as he did. However, the blonde seemed to be enjoying it!
"I wondered why you rushed off," she said with a giggle, finally taking her eyes off his cock and gazing straight into his face. "I guess now I know."
"Adelina, I can explain," he started to say, finally managing to place both of his hands over his junk to try and hide his erection.
"Don't be embarrassed," she said, coming closer. "I do it too. Every time I see you, I have to rush off to my room for some ‘alone time.’ You should have seen me after brunch on Sunday." She was standing right in front of him now, her legs pressed against his knees. "I came three times that day, thinking about you."
Vincent's mind couldn't begin to compute this information. Beautiful Adelina touched herself while thinking about him? Was it possible for something so perfect to happen to him? The idea was making it hard to control the dark urges he had kept locked away for so long.
She had no idea what a powerful beast she was teasing.
"Adelina, be careful what you say" he growled out, looking into her eyes for a sign of deception.
Instead, all he saw was fiery lust - the same that was burning him up inside. Her passion was just as bright as his own, and he could see her need written all over her face.
His self control broke.
He stood up and wrapped his arms roughly around her waist. He pulled her close, his mouth sinking onto hers hungrily. He tried to tell himself to be gentle, but all he could do was be greedy. Her lips opened for him with a gasp, and his tongue quickly found hers. They melted together, kissing urgently and hotly.
His hands roamed her body, taking in every inch of her. He squeezed her ass, pulling her tight against his crotch, making her moan. Then he ran his hands up her back, playing with the ties on her bikini top. He touched everywhere he could, and yet it was still not enough.
They broke away, and he looked down at her sweet face, flushed with excitement. Her pussy was grinding into him, rubbing the fabric of her bikini bottom against his bare cock. She was even wetter and more eager than he had dared dream about in his fantasies.
"Have you been with anyone else?" he asked, brushing a stray strand of long blond hair from her face.
She shook her head. "I've been waiting for you. I wanted you to be my first."
Vincent picked her up roughly and threw her on the bed. She landed with a small plop, her legs falling open wide. He crawled on top of her, trailing kisses up her body until he reached her collarbone. He nuzzled the thin skin there, rubbing the roughness of his cheek stubble along it. The delicate bone made her feel vulnerable below him, and his cock