Chapter 241 - My Little Vixen (1/2)

*WARNING! The chapter contains R-18 content. You guys know the drill*

Adam gulped down a mouthful of saliva as he tried to drench his dry throat, but it seemed to be of no help in quenching his thirst. His gaze darkened as he continued to gaze in between her slightly parted legs. He wanted his eyes to be blessed by the sight of her wet, pink folds. But to his dismay, what waited for his eyes was a black lacy underwear with a wet spot in its center.

Even though the thin lacy net didn't leave much for his imagination, he still hated it's presence there. With his darkened gaze set on his woman, he slowly walked up to the bed. His steps came to a stop when he was standing right before her. Getting down on his right knee, he rested both his hands on her either of her knees. Using a little amount of force, he parted he her legs apart as he kept his eyes fixed on her flushed face.

His breathing grew heavier, matching the rhythm of her breathing as his gray orbs kept staring at her hazel ones. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally shifted his eyes, trailing them down her exposed cleaved and then to her parted legs.

A gasp escaped his lips when his eyes landed on the wet spot. He could see the wet folds of her womanhood peeping from either side of her lacy thong. ”My little vixen.” The word escaped her lips as his eyes continued to worship her body as his mind heart continued to praise the goddess who was sitting before him.

The way he addressed her, and that luscious texture of his husky voice which was laced with lust for his better half, sent pleasurable shivers running down her spine as each and every single hair on her body stood up straight, seeking for his attention.

”Let's get rid of this.” He murmured seductively as he pointed his chin towards the wet piece of clothing which was obstructing his view. Moving his fingers from her knees to her ankles, he slowly traced them back up, taking his own time. Instead of stopping his movements when he reached her knees, he continued to move them up, tracing them over her inner thighs.

”Mmmm.” A low moan escaped her lips as she felt something warm creeping out of her body, knowing fully well that it was her own juices. She could feel her blood rushing to her core. The pulsating rosy bud which was hidden by a thin piece of cloth, was driving her crazy as it begged to be touched by his calloused fingers.

”Being inpatient, are we now?” He chuckled lightly, the sound driving her senses further haywire as it resonated within her core.

”Damn hormones.” She gritted her teeth when his fingers finally found their way to the thin waistband of her underwear.

”Well, I don't mind your hormones, my baby girl.” Adam looked up at her while hooking his fingers in her lacy underwear. With one swift move, he pulled them down. After getting her feet out of them, he brought it closer to his face and took in a long whiff. The sweet scent of her juices made its way up his nose and shook the demon in him, forcing him to break down the shackles which were keeping him locked down.

As her eyes observed his actions, her already flushed face turned crimson red as blood rushed up her ears. It wouldn't be a wonder if she ended up having a nosebleed at the moment.

Putting her underwear in the back pocket of his jeans, he stood up. Without blinking once, he swept her off the bed and carried her in his arms. He climbed up on the bed using his knees and made her rest in the center of the bed, carefully placing her head on a pillow. His actions touched her heart on a deeper level. Even during their activities of passion, he always placed her comfort on top of his priority list.

As she was lost in her own thoughts, her hold on the fur coat loosened, making it slip through her fingers. As Adam leaned back to have a proper look at his beloved little elf, he felt his soul leaving his body. Her exposed body was no less than a delectable feast for his eyes. His darkened orbs roamed over figure once again, but this time without the shaggy coat obstructing his view.

His eyes lingered more than usual over the two mounds of flesh, standing all tall and proud before him. The rosy brown pearl on top of each mound, was already hardened. No wonder he found them a bit changed earlier. His fingers were itching to touch them and hold them, but he didn't want to hasten it up. He would take his own sweet time to please his woman.