( perhaps it was typical in a way, even down right comical when thought about— that adam could only let himself go in the throws of sex and passion. yet even when he did this with other women, he still felt reserved, a sense of insecurity and shyness taking a hold of his movements and thoughts. with maria beneath him, still willing to be with him despite seeing him at his lowest, pathetically flailing to the floor thanks to his tiny tub, she still wanted him. even if the words weren't spoken, feelings weren't shared, it was a silent and subtle understanding between the two.

they had an unspoken bond that only grew stronger with time. )

Yeah? You'd like that wouldn't you, my fingers on your clit.....ah rubbing it and my other hand on your hip, gripping so tightly.

( as she took his finger into her mouth, he decided that would be the one he would use on her when the time came. for now he rolled his hips further, cock filling her up as deep as he could. )

But first...let's see if I can make you come like this.

( he pulled out from her, repositioning himself so that he'd be kneeling before her, her legs in the air and her clit fully exposed to him instead of being in a full missionary position. )