"Screw patience," Abby muttered, pouting up at him. She squirmed on the covers, certain she wouldn't be able to take much more of Adam's devilish payback before she went up in flames. But, despite her reluctance to play his game, she couldn't tear her eyes away from watching. She was mesmerized by each precise movement of his hands, becoming enrapt by the passion he built around them. It poured off him, thick and heady, clinging to the air she breathed.

Adam chuckled. "I've learned that anything worth having is worth waiting for." His eyes gleamed as he continued his torture with the same deliberate, agonizing restraint. With unhurried tugs, he worked the hem of the shirt out of his pants. The anticipation of the striptease making her desperate and achy. It took all of her willpower not to scream and rip the offending piece of material off him until nothing was obstructing her greedy stare. As if sensing her building irritation, Adam finally showed a little mercy and removed the rest of his shirt, revealing all of his smooth golden skin begging for the touch of her palms and the wetness of her kisses.

The slow hiss of his zipper coming down broke the dense silence of the room, making Abby's heart thump hard in her chest. Her breath clogged her throat as she waited, but, damn him, he was truly enjoying trying to drive her insane. In lieu of pulling down his pants as she expected him to do, he chose to take his boots off instead. One agonizing boot at a time.

Abby chewed the side of her cheek, swallowing back a frustrated growl. She knew if she let it tumble out of her mouth, he would only drag her agony out that much longer as punishment for her impatience. Minutes dragged by as he slid one brown leather boot off, held it up and dropped it on the floor with a deafening clunk before doing the same with the other. Each thump of the boots hitting the floor made his lascivious grin grow wider.

"Please." The softly spoken plead slipped past Abby's dry lips. A shudder of excitement traveled through her, landing between her thighs and turning into a pulsing need. A small trickle of sweat ran down her spine, alternating between cooling and heating, making her feel feverish.

"Please what, baby?" Adam's hands paused with his thumbs hooked teasingly in the waistband of his jeans. Cocking his head to the side, he arched a brow, giving her a guiltless look that proved to be anything but innocent.

"I can't wait much longer," she managed to croak out.

"Good." Reaching behind him, he retrieved a row of condom packets out of his pocket and tossed them up on the bed. "Because I plan on fucking you until you come, and then, sweet Abigail, I'm going to fuck you again." His burning gaze never blinked from hers while he let his jeans free fall from his hips, exposing a pair of black boxers.

"Oh," she wheezed out, unable to stop the involuntary arching of her back as his words brushed over her like a caress. He hadn't even touched her, but just watching Adam, listening to the gruff promise in his words, aroused her to the point she was sitting on the brink of orgasm. The need to be with him...to be filled by him...made her hips buck up on the bed. A wetness seeped into her panties, the inner walls of her pussy clenching in eagerness for his intimate possession.

Clad only in his briefs, Adam stood at the end of the bed in all his glory. The black cotton material was doing nothing to disguise the strength and size of his erection. With the same excruciating slowness of earlier, he placed one knee up on the mattress, making it dip as he prowled towards her. Abby couldn't rip her eyes away from him. He was so handsome; it was hard to believe someone could be so physically perfect. But, as beautiful as he was, Abby knew her attraction to Adam went well beyond the corporeal being of the man. After all, that was only a pretty shell that housed something far more precious inside. For her...it was the whole package. His loving nature. His intelligence and thoughtfulness. His fierce loyalty and protectiveness. She could hear all those things in his voice, could see them in his dark coffee eyes as they burned over her, and she could feel it in the briefest of his touch.

"You didn't finish undressing," she said, the words coming out husky and strained. Licking her lips, she tried to bring some much-needed moisture back into her mouth.

He ignored her and continued his erotic stalk until he was kneeling in front of her. Lifting her arms, Abby reached out for him, eager to feel his body pressing against hers. But, once again, he avoided her touch and swiftly moved his hands, grabbing under her knees. With a hard tug, Adam toppled her on her back. Without a word, he lifted one of her captured legs and lowered his mouth, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His warm breath combined with the soft sucking of his mouth sent shivers skittering over the entire surface of her skin.

"You're correct, baby," he finally answered, his voice nothing more than a throaty rumble. "I'm not finished. I have only begun, and I intend to enjoy licking every inch of you." To punctuate his promise, his wicked tongue slipped past his smiling lips and deliberately lapped at a ticklish spot behind her knee.

"Adam!" she cried, laughing as she tried to jerk her leg free.

A throaty chuckle was his only response as he continued to nibble and kiss her quivering limb held captive in his firm but gentle hands. Soon, all the humor disappeared, replaced by a cacophony of sensations attacking Abby's senses. His stubbled cheek scraped deliciously across her skin as his mouth burned a trail higher towards the apex of her thighs, causing a fiery ache only his tongue could soothe. She could feel the warm moisture becoming more pronounced between her legs, and her breath came out in soft pants while she watched his dark mass of hair bend once more.

"Adam!" This time, his name broke from her lips on a howl as she felt the tearing of material give way, exposing her to his steamy breath brushing her damp curls.

"God, how I've missed this. Missed the taste of you on my tongue," he said, blowing more heated air. His lips moving...kissing...teasing everywhere but where she needed him the most.

Unable to help it, Abby bowed, offering and begging, knowing she'd lose her mind if he continued with his torment. Sensing her desperation, he dipped down and skillfully licked her. His tongue forcing its way through her wet folds, dead on target, caused every nerve ending she possessed to burst spontaneously. A sudden, blinding, pulsing release crashed over her. Tossing her head back, she heaved out a cry, her wet heat and muscles clamping in long spasms as she fell apart.

Before she could draw enough air into her burning lungs, the pleasure from his tongue, his fingers, and his thumb sent her dancing, spinning and floating off in bliss once again. Unable to take any more, she reached for him. Tangling her fingers into Adam's dense, chocolatey locks, she tugged him away from her quivering flesh before he could make her fly apart a third time.

Still shaking uncontrollably, Abby latched her hands firmly on both sides of his face and crushed her mouth against his. The kiss between them became tumultuous and intense as she angled his head so her tongue could plunder deeper inside the recesses of Adam's. The salty taste of her orgasm intermingled with the taste of sweet wine, making her moan at the salacious flavor.

Desire pounded between them with a pulse of its own. Abby's demanding actions brought powerful responses from Adam as he thrust the bulge of his erection against her overly sensitive flesh. The feel of his thick, rock-hard cock caused Abby's heart to race even faster in her chest. Her whole body quickened and bloomed beneath him, heat pooling in anticipation of the lush pleasure to come.

"Now, please, Adam," she panted on a whimper, wrapping her legs around his waist and twisting restlessly under his hard body. He let out a low hiss when she rubbed against him, his grip in her hair tightening to almost the point of pain. Inspired by the small break in his controlled demeanor, Abby untangled her fingers from his hair and ran them down his ribcage. Making sure her nails scraped and tickled along the way, she pushed her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down off his hips enough to release the prize she sought.

With her lips still playing a mating game with Adam's, she leisurely moved her hands between them until she had his jutting sex grasped in both of her hands. Abby wanted to give him a taste of his own tortuous medicine. She wanted him straining...begging...tottering on edge, and then she wanted to be the one who pushed him over.

Keeping him tightly clasped in one hand, she gently eased her other up to his shoulder and pushed him until he rolled onto his back, breaking the kiss, but not her hold. His lust drugged gaze looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, a small smirk playing at the corner of his wet mouth. It was a cocky grin, and one she couldn't wait to replace with a contortion of passion.

"Don't move a muscle," she commanded firmly, skimming the fingers of her free hand over his abdomen, enjoying watching the rippling of his strength with each pass. He arched a challenging brow, his cock growing thicker in her palm. A soft giggle fused with a moan in her throat. "Scratch that. You can move one muscle," she amended, licking her lips, "but only one."

"As you wish, Abigail," he said silkily. "But I warn you...turnabout is fair play."

"You've already had your play," she saucily told him. "Now...it's my turn." Sitting up, she changed positions, nudging his legs open wider until she was kneeling between his thighs. "Are you going to behave?"

"Undoubtedly," he all but purred.

"Good boy."

Her choice of phrase had him chuckling, but true to his word, he remained unmoving. Abby looked down at the magnificent man lying before her. He was a wonderland of pleasure waiting for her exploration, and a sense of giddiness washed over her. She hadn't had too many opportunities in her life to be ballsy or brave, so she figured this was the perfect time to try being a little bold.

Bending forward, she brushed her lips over his, purposely skimming her hardened nipples across his chest while she trailed her nails over the ridge of his cock. The corded muscles in this neck throbbed, but...still...he didn't move. Impressed with his compliance, she decided to take full advantage of the opportunity.

What she hadn't counted on was how touching him would affect her. Her breath hitched as she moved her fingers up and down ever so gently over his hard flesh. A sharp tingle between her thighs intensified as a small drop of come appeared at the tip. A sudden desire to taste him consumed her, and Abby dipped her head. Flicking her tongue, she caught his essence, savoring the bold flavor, but one taste wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Lowering, her hair trailing along his thighs, she slid her lips over the large, bulbous head, and gave a tentative suck. Peeking up through her lashes, she noted the tension in Adam's mouth, the tick of his jaw that told her remaining still was becoming more difficult for him. The victory added to her boldness, and she took more of him deeper into her mouth until the head of him hit the back of her throat. Holding him there, she enjoyed the feeling of him thickening and twitching before she lifted her head to allow his shaft to glide over her lips. Capturing the head, she danced her tongue around the velvety tip of his cock before releasing completely with a slight pop.

His cock glistened in the light from the moisture of her mouth, looking like an enormous tempting treat. Curling her hand around the base, she used the wetness to stroke him. For a few moments, Abby simply admired the feeling of the soft skin on something that was so incredibly hard and rigid before guiding it back towards her mouth.

"Fuck!" Adam rasped, his hips jolting off the bed as she found a sensitive spot directly under his swollen head and tickled it with the tip of her tongue. His hands clenched handfuls of the comforter and beads of sweat began to roll down the sides of his face. Every muscle in his body drew tight as if he was ready to explode. The sight of his ecstasy was beautiful to witness and encouraged her to up the ante.

With a vigor she didn't know she possessed, Abby continued to stroke, draw and suck, her head bobbing with the slight, uncontrollable thrusts of his hips. Her mouth ached from his size, but the sounds of his breathing coming in hungry, desperate, hot gasps were sending surges of pleasure cascading to her pussy making it throb with an uncontrollable want of her own. She loved watching him. Pleasuring him...feeling him lose control...yielding to his desire. It made her feel more powerful...more alive. He trembled from head to toe, his groaning growing louder and melding into a throaty growl that vibrated straight to her core.

"Enough!"

Before she could protest, Adam reached down and hauled her up his body, flipping her over and slamming her ruthlessly down on the mattress. Swooping down, he took her mouth, rough and demanding. Mindless, Abby's arms tightened around his shoulders, hanging on, feeding his hunger with an appetite of her own. His hands roughly roamed over her naked body, and she arched her hips to his, moaning when she felt his full erection glide through her slick heat. When he finally allowed them to come up for air, she kissed him wherever she could reach, his shoulder, his neck, the side of his jaw...anywhere she possibly could. A wild carnal feeling was building up inside her and no matter where she touched, where she kissed...she couldn't get enough.

"My turn," he growled, straightening up and flipping her over on her belly in one quick motion.

Abby's air left her lungs in a rush. She heard the faint tearing of a condom package and then felt his hands gripping her hips, pulling her until he was the one kneeling between a pair of splayed thighs. A quiver of anticipation settled low in her belly as firm hands gripped her legs, spreading her wider just before he drove into her from behind in one powerful stroke.

A keening cry broke from Abby's lips at the instant fullness. An indescribable pleasure of having him buried balls deep inside her body crashed over her mixed with a sharp pain at his searing intrusion. The tightness, the pulsing sensitivity of her flesh clenching around him...was almost too much to take. Every nerve ending was on fire, sizzling after taking such a delicious, punishing blow. Nobody had ever filled her this way. But it wasn't just her body he overflowed. It was also her heart...her soul. Adam owned all of her, not just her flesh.

"You were made for me, Abigail," he said throatily as he pulled back and rocked back into her with short, taunting thrusts.

"Yes," she groaned, burying her face into the fabric. Abby didn't even question it anymore. She belonged to him. There would never be anyone but Adam. "Please..." she hissed out after another bout of his little prods over her sensitive opening.

"Please what, baby?" He stilled his shallow thrusts, rolling his hips until she writhed in torment.

Abby raised her head, looking over her shoulder at him. His dark eyes were questioning but also filled with that quiet confidence of a man who knew he had won. She bit her lip not wanting to give him the satisfaction though every ounce of her body begged for him, but when he stopped moving altogether, her desire won out, and she broke. "Fuck me!" she demanded between shallow pants.

He breathed out a small chuckle, pulling out slowly. His length slipping over her swollen tissues until Abby squirmed underneath him. "As you wish, Abigail."

He drove forward once more, this time gaining more depth as his hips pressed into her ass, pushing her body further into the soft mattress. The fine, subtle circling motion of his hips made her breathing come out in harsh and uneven gasps.

"You are so beautiful, baby," Adam murmured, his husky voice thick with emotion. Running his hands over the smooth expanse of her back, he leaned over her prone body and soon she felt the soft brush of his lips between her shoulder blades sending a waterfall of shivers rushing down her spine. "Brace yourself." The guttural warning had come a second before his hands clamped the very shoulders he'd been kissing in a crushing hold.

Adam drew his hips back and then slammed forcefully inside her while pulling back on her shoulders simultaneously, making his penetration deep and hard. He began pumping into her in a measured, insistent rhythm designed to drive her crazy. The erotic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed around the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and backbeat of moans. Steadily, unrelenting, he continued driving her closer to the pinnacle of release.

Just as she was about to topple over the edge, he stopped. A long, whimpering wail escaped her throat in protest of losing her climax, but before she could complain, he started his intoxicating pace again, sending Abby racing after another orgasm. Time and time again, just when she had it in her clasp, he would steal it away, forcing her to start all over again.

Sweat rolled over her body in small rivulets, dampening the bedding beneath her as she panted frantically through her mouth until it became bone dry. All she could do was croak out pleads and protests. One moment she begged him never to stop, the next she was cussing and accusing him of trying to kill her. But no matter how much-confused prattle fell from her lips...Adam never stopped. He was like a machine. His hips pistoned with endless energy, his focus and staying power both amazing and exhausting.

Finally, his body laid down on top of hers, blanketing Abby. His burning heat and sweat mixed with hers, and she could feel Adam's heaving chest sliding against her slickened back. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't touching her...gliding against her...and his relentless hips kept moving to a steady tempo behind her. Pushing her forward, harder...deeper...unstopping. All she could do was hang onto the linen and arch her ass up against him, accepting each incredible blow, hoping he would allow her the completion she so desperately wanted...needed.

The pressure inside her once again started to build, and she dreaded it. But nothing Abby did would cease the burn. Only, this time, Adam didn't stop. Instead, he picked up the pace. Raising up on his hands that were placed on either side of her head, he began to pump more furiously. Hammering into her harder than before, forcing her legs to spread wider and causing her body to surge across the bed until she was looking down at the floor. Clutching the edge of the mattress to keep them both from tumbling over, she struggled against the telltale tightening of her body, but the tremors turned sharp and cutting.

Abby rose higher and higher. The clenching deep in her belly coming faster and harder than before until everything blew like a long dormant volcano. A lengthy, piercing wail erupted past her lips as fragments of her orgasm splintered through her. Each one excruciating...tense...but oh so good.

Still in the throes of aftershocks, Abby felt Adam clamp down hard behind her, an exclamation of his own filling the room as his molten come left his body and joined hers. She melted into the mattress, her body felt boneless and beyond drained. Closing her eyes, she panted shallowly, straining to catch a breath that didn't seem to want to be caught. His cock still buried inside her as he sprawled on top of her limp form.

She was pinned, trapped, and filled to the hilt, but Abby loved all of it. Loved him, and she would tell him. Just as soon as she could speak again.

Author's Note:

Hello my darlings,

I don't have much to update you with, so instead, I wanted to take this time to say thank you to all of you who have been sticking with me and reading and voting. Without you, this story wouldn't be what it is. You all inspire me everyday!

I hope you liked this latest installment of Bending Steele, and if you liked it, you'll consider giving it a vote.

As always, I will continue to try and update as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience!

Sincerely,

K