Tip of The Tongue || Zander and Adra
The words had come out of him like they’d been lost upon a slip n slide, and for a second his heart seized up in terror. Affection was one thing, the adoration he felt for Adra was clear on his face anytime he was near her. That didn’t mean it was time for him to label, to gather those feelings into one tangible committed response. He tried to prepare an apology, readied himself for the pain if she pushed him away and didn’t respond well. “I’m in love with you too, Zander Hesper.” He could have cried, could have fallen to his knees right there before her and wept with relief at those precious words. Their words met in the air, tangled invisible limbs, crashed against the pair like ocean waves.
His lips were on Adra’s again in a second, low groan catching in his throat. Hands gently cupped her face, allowing her space to work the buttons of his shirt to her liking without causing him to break the kiss. Having a woman undress you was always a sensual experience, but when it felt like that reciprocated love caressed every inch of exposed skin, Zander wondered if it was possible to die of sensory overload. Restless fingers wanted to touch her everywhere all at once, but then she was there, guiding them below her blouse. When she nipped his neck, he inhaled sharply, murmured her name in reverence as he trailed fingertips up her stomach, came home to the swell of her breast.
Zander only allowed himself a brief bout of touch before he was pulling Adra’s shirt over her head. He was a visual man, and he liked to be able to watch his hand traverse her warm skin, to plot out the next destination even as he reached the first. Lips worshipped along her jawline, down the slope of her neck, and he paused to suck along her pulse point as his hand massaged, as his thumb sought out the peak of her breast, running slow circles against the fabric of her bra. He was the luckiest man alive, he was absolutely sure of it. Now he was nibbling along her shoulders, pacing his way back to her collarbone, as his arms wound around to unsnap her bra. Zander’s eyes roamed, took her form in, the form that encased a soul he loved, he promised to take care, he swore to make swell with as much happiness as possible. Her bra was cast to the floor behind him, and he pulled her closer, lips on hers again, reveling in the feel of her bar chest against his.
There was a period in her life when Adra was sure that she’d never experience love again -- or perhaps she would never experience it since the previous times just brought her pain and heartache. The hollowness she had felt over the past few years only grew into a pitless void over the few months when she came back to LA. All of that though... has slowly faded away when Zander entered her life. She wouldn’t have imagined it will turn out this way -- to have feelings for someone gradually, unsure of her own footing and wading through the familiar pool yet with uncertainties weighing her down again. Slowly, every one of those uncertainties shed themselves away. Tonight... all of them seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
She could get lost in these sensations. His touch, his breath on her skin, the wet trail he was leaving on her neck... they were all leaving her breathless and giddy. Her heartbeat raised as he trailed further towards her sweet spot. When Zander murmured her name, Adra let out a sigh, only pulling him closer. For a split second, she was shy when he pulled her shirt off. Her torso was now bare, save for her bra. The bullet scars were now exposed and momentarily she was afraid. He brushed past it, to her relief. It shouldn’t bother both of them at this point but still, there will always be a tiny part of her always ashamed of those scars marring her porcelain skin.
An involuntary groan escaped her when his lips latched onto her jawline. Her nipples grew hard upon skin contact. Her arms were already around his, feeling the warmth of his skin as his lips took hers. Her fingers roamed on his heavenly body, taking in every crevices of his form as her lips pressed urgently against his. Her hands wandered south, unbuttoning his pants as she shoved the fabrics down. The urgent need to taste him, feel him grow hard within and upon her touch was immense. Adra pushed him away reluctantly, licking her lips with her lids hooded low. “I want to taste you,” she whispered against his lips, licking them with the tip of her tongue. She knelt before trailing it down to his torso all the way down to his naval. Adra looked up, meeting his dark hues as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood. Stroking it, she gently licked the tip before swirling her tongue around it. Then, with one hand squeezing one of his butt cheeks, she took him into her mouth. Her tongue massaged underneath the sensitive skin as her head bobbed up and down slowly.
