Adrienne grabbed the keys from her pocket as she stood at his door, fumbling for a moment out of exhaustion. She remembered a time when she had been excited to be sent on missions without him, made her feel important, but now she was just exhausted by not being able to share the workload and she just plain missed him. Key in hand, she unlocked the door to the apartment, the living room pitch black. Adrienne gazed at her watch, noting it was just past midnight, and slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind her and tossing her backpack to the sofa.
“Indy?” Adrienne called out, hoping he had stayed up, she could at least use some conversation while she sipped a much needed glass of wine, being that everything in her body hurt. Trudging to the bedroom it was then that she heard it, quiet out of tune strums of a guitar. She shook her head, laughing and reached for the doorknob, letting herself into their bedroom.
“That’s awful, I can’t believe you bought that thing,” she joked, walking over to the bed and letting herself flop down onto the covers.
“Just something I have been curious about for a while, that’s all, and besides aren’t woman supposed to like men who play the guitar,” he replied slyly, strumming again, poorly. The instrument was clearly out of tune, it hurt Adrienne’s church choir trained ears, but she didn’t want to burst his bubble.
“Play something then,” Adrienne challenged, leaning forward to push his knee playfully as he sat in the chair. Forget the wine, she thought to herself, torturing her boyfriend while he played a garage sale guitar, poorly, was much more entertaining. He cut his eyes at her, knowing what she was doing and stopped playing.
“Well you listen to rap music, which is awful, and yet you sit there mocking me about my playing skills, which I will have you know I did take lessons here and there as a child,” Daniel replied curtly, but teasingly, hoping she’d take the bait.
“You’d never know, who gave you lessons? The Jonas Brothers?” she joked, knowing full well that he would have no idea what she was talking about which made it that much better. He didn’t answer, just reached up to the neck of the antiquated instrument and tried to tune it himself, to no avail she found as began to pick at the strings once more.
“Well, I gotta be honest with you shug, you look kinda hot sitting there,” she admitted finally, leaning backwards onto the bed and taking in the sight of him, sitting there, trying to figure the instrument out, his face furrowed in concentration.
“Oh do I?” he muttered, quietly, peering up over his glasses to see the true look on her face, wondering. She was forward on the bed, looking at him with longing in her eyes.
“Yeah, ya do. Keep playing,” she ordered, standing from the bed and approaching him slowly. Adrienne sauntered over to him, that look on her face and dropped to her knees, reaching for the fly of his jeans, and undoing the first button slowly. Daniel stopped playing, smiling brightly at her.
“See, good investment,” he joked, starting to set the instrument aside, when he felt the fingers leave his fly and come to touch the wooden base.
“I said keep playing,” she hissed, slipping her hands underneath the instrument to the zipper of his fly, pulling it down slowly. He was hard already, it didn’t take much anymore with her around, but he did as he was told, leaving the guitar in his lap. He kept strumming, but was finding it increasingly harder to concentrate as Adrienne reached into his boxers and pulled out his erection, hard and thick, and brought him out into the open, stroking him lightly as she sat back on her knees.
“Shift your hips,” she ordered gently, not relinquishing her grasp from his cock. Again, heeding her commands, he slipped himself forward on the chair, pulling the guitar up slightly to allow her access to what she wanted. He had expected her to dive in, but she didn’t, but rather, ran her fingers lightly down his shaft, and back up to his head, squeezing the tip gently between them. He tried to focus, tried to keep playing like she asked, but was starting to lose himself in her gentle touch.
“I’m not going to finish if you don’t continue,” she threatened from his lap, following up her statement with a dart of her tongue. He pulled the guitar back into his grasp, beginning to pick again at the chords.
Adrienne didn’t need to tease him so much, but she was enjoying his awkward reaction, the way he was acting in this state of confusion reminded them of when they first got together. He was playing again, as asked, so she directed her attention back to his dick, held firmly in her hand and opened her mouth slightly, taking just the very end of him in between her lips. She heard him gasp out in pleasure, but continued playing, to the best of his ability, some simple song that he most likely learned as a child. It was cute, and she wanted to reward him, so she sucked down strongly at his head, encasing it in her warm mouth, running her tongue along the tip in a circular motion and releasing slowly, his pelvis shifting reactively for more, but she didn’t do as his body was asking, just continued to focus her attention on the tip.
“Ad, please,” he begging, wanting her to take him entirely, starting to shove the guitar aside to grab her head and coax her to what he wanted, but Adrienne shook her head and sat back on her knees.
“Keep playing. See if you can keep your concentration, Dr. Jackson,” she challenging, reaching her hand out again to pump his erection. Daniel nodded, readjusting and trying to ignore her stroke, which had moved from a light tease to a strong grip, moving up and down in a rhythm that was sending chills down his spine. Concentrate, he willed himself, and started the simple song again.
Adrienne was turned on by this, badly, and wanted to jump climb up in that chair and take him, but her more creative side was outweighing her libido. He started the song over yet again, so Adrienne rose to her knees, bringing him again into her mouth, but this time fulfilling his earlier request, sucking him into her entirely and pulling back slowly, running her tongue ring ever so gently down the main nerve.
“Yeah,” she heard him pant out and felt the wood of the guitar resting on her head, the playing had stopped, but she was impressed he had held out so far. Clasping him in her hand, Adrienne began to work him up and down with both her hand and her mouth, slowly at first and then into a more rapid rhythm, causing him to shift forward and rock his hips at her motion.
He was close, so very close to exploding, and did his best to compose himself just enough to glance down at Adrienne, her mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing up and down, that tongue ring of hers sending chills up and down his spine, but he managed to scan her attire. Yoga pants, she had changed to yoga pants after the mission. Thankfully. Reaching down for her shoulders and willing himself not to cum, he removed her lips from himself, sadly, and pointed to the bed behind him.
“Lose the pants,” he ordered, knowing she loved it when he acted like that, and there was that smile indicating that she did as she ran her thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms, shucking them to the floor. He stood, pulling his jeans from his feet as he moved, but was shoved back down into the chair the moment he had removed them, Adrienne leaping into his lap and sending him deep inside of her.
“Daniel,” she gasped out, reaching for his hands to guide her rocking, Daniel pulling away to remove her shirt frantically, wanting her naked now, five minutes ago. Ripping the black tank top from her head, he wiggled his hands away from her grasp as she pulled them to her hips again, all the while grinding down onto him. Reaching around her back for a clasp that wasn’t there, he paused, feeling only stretchy fabric, glaring back at her smiling.
“A sports bra?” he asked, laughing, slipping his fingers under to pull that over her head as well.
“I don’t plan my attire Indy based on when we want to have random sex,” Adrienne gasped out the best she could as she rocked back and forth on him. Still smiling, Daniel tore that garment from her as well, returning his lips to hers, and slowly kissing her jawline, moving his way to her ear, stopping there to breath lightly into it, whispering her name and moaning lightly, urging her to clench him inside of her body.
“Aahhh!” Adrienne screamed out, throwing her head back, as Daniel redirected his kisses down her neck, lower and lower, to her collarbone, lingering there for a moment and running his tongue across the bone lightly to her throat, pausing and pecking there as well. She squeezed him again and bore down, making him momentarily lose his concentration and starting the building in his stomach he had been trying to stave off with his kisses. He needed to switch positions again or this was going to be over way too soon.
“The bed,” he panted out, Adrienne disregarding him for a moment, grinding and clenching him further. She didn’t seem to have any interest in listening to him, so he stood lifting her the best he could, and tossed her forward and off of him in the direction of their bed, pulling his shirt over his head and his pants from his ankles. Changing her mind, Adrienne dashed over to the bed, extending her arms and inviting him back into them, an invitation he would never refuse. He climbed into the bed, straddling her but not yet reentering her warmth, wanting to tease her, tease himself and hold on longer.
“You’re awful,” she complained, reaching her legs to wrap them around his waist, aching to bring him inside of her again.
“I’m awful, you’re the one who undid my pants while I was playing the guitar,” he hissed back, nuzzled the side of her neck while he ran his finger tips around her nipple, squeezing, releasing and retracting his hand slightly to cup her breast. Adrienne hissed again, reaching between them to clasp his swollen erection, sliding her hands up and down rhythmically. Daniel moaned out, she won, he couldn’t wait anymore, and grabbing her hips he slammed himself into her once more, pumping in and out with a ferocity that rather than hurt was causing Adrienne to scream out in Cajun french, take me, hurt me and a variety of phrases that his intense libido was preventing him from translating. She squeezed him inside of herself and started to scream, no words just outright shrieking and he knew he had her, her tight clenching of him deep inside of her confirming what he could see on her face. Forcing himself impossibly further inside of her, he threw his head back, shouting out as well, letting himself release inside of her, the complete ecstasy and pleasure overtaking his entire body. He was at his peak of complete gratification when he felt her hand clasp his, reaching upward to pull him closer. Obeying the silent order, Daniel thrust into Adrienne once more, finishing and collapsing on top of her and into her tender arms.
“I love you Ad,” he whispered in her ear, gently moving her hair aside to kiss her cheek. She smiled and reached for his face, bringing him into a another slow, long kiss that were he not so spent would have started their enjoyment all over again.
“I love you too Indy,” she answered, a sly grin across her face. Something was up, he knew it, but he was almost afraid to ask.
“Spill, what have you done?” he teased, pushing himself up on his elbows to glare down at her. Still smiling, she cocked her head over in the direction of the chair.
“The guitar. Keep it, okay,” she answered, winking at him. Smiling and shaking his head, he stood, reaching out his hand for her and led her to the shower. Yeah, keeping it was a good idea.
Yummy. :) You're spoiling us.
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