CHAPTER 35: SEX IN A CAVE

"Maya, are you okay?"

That was Adam, after about ten minutes of us not talking.

We were just silent, looking at the flowing waters and the beauty of nature. He must be wondering why I had decided to withdraw out of the blues, for obviously no reasons he could see.

I turned aside to stare at him then.

He was looking at the environment, calm and composed just like Adam. As I always say, his tone was usually like he was talking about the weather, even when he had been bullying me, calm and composed, no stirring or unnecessary flow of emotion.

I wonder if that was because the king had trained him that way for the position he would occupy in the nearest future, or because it was just how he was naturally.

"I am fine." I answered, when all of a sudden he turned his face to look at me.

I sharply turned away before I had given my answer. It was nerve wracking being caught staring.

I heard him sigh, and I wondered if it was out of frustration or out of annoyance. His next statement cancelled my guesses.

"Do you need me apologise further? I am really sorry about bullying you. I am apologizing on behalf of my siblings, and I’m promising that your remaining days here, in this pack, should you decide to stay or leave, would be peaceful and enjoyable. I will make sure of that, Maya. I promise." He stated with all determination ringing in his voice and I nodded, not knowing what to say.

That’s good? Or that’s noble of you? Noble would have been not bullying me in the first place.

Well, all that is passed. What matters now is that he was trying to make amends. But am I suppose to scrap all the bullying acts he had committed against me because he pleaded guilty and pledged to make amends?

I would want Naomi in for this decision. When would we be leaving this cave? Lunch break should be over.

"Maya.." Adam’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts.

He was so close to me. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed him approaching into my space.

There was no distance between us now, not even a tiny witty bit. He bent his head low and bit on my earlobe, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.

Jeez, desperate much? I cussed at my body the moment Adam paused in his wicked act as if accessing whether the moan had been out of pain or pleasure.

The pause was just for a second, though it seemed longer. But in the next moment, his hands flew around my waist, and his lips attacked my neck in a pleasurable way, my breaths becoming erratic, as he turned me away from the view of nature into the heat of his well toned body.

This is it. My virginity is doomed. Gone forever.

His right hand slid inside my tank top, my jacket having been discarded while I had been eating.

His fingers began to caress my belly button, driving upward to my chest. His mouth still moved over my neck, his tongue wandering, caressing, a loving tribute to my acceptance probably.

Lost as I was in his ministrations on my body, I willingly gave up myself when he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, lowering with such gentleness that I wanted to kiss his mouth crazily. I have missed his lips.

With his gaze holding mine, he began to unbutton his shirt.

Without wasting time, I slipped my tank top over my head and tossed it aside.

There was no need trying to walk out of the inevitable. I was going to let it happen. I wanted it to happen. I saw that it surprised him, the fact that I was ready to let him have it, my first time, but it didn’t deter him though, it just made him look at me with awe.

I loved it, that look. I wondered if he had looked at the other girls the same way. I don’t think so. Adam might be a punk, but I knew that look wasn’t given to many.

He reached out then , his hands spanning my ribs, dragging me close, nearly bending me backward so his mouth could take advantage of the invitation my body was offering.

I think I smelled good, fresh, or maybe because he made me believe that with the way he was smelling me up with his nose and turning me more on than I have ever been.

When his lips suckled my nipples, I cried out, grasping his lush hair tighter, feeling his body rage for release, an urgency I was becoming familiar with.

My hands flew to his trousers immediately, sliding aside the button, the zipper, pushing the fabric from his hips.

He groaned when I cupped him in my hands, caressing him just like I have read in books. His own hands were rougher as they flipped open my trousers so that my skin was hot against him.

"You make me crazy, Maya, absolutely crazy," He whispered, and he lifted her into his arms. "Put your legs around my waist."

My head was bent, my mouth wandering across his chest, my tongue lapping at his pulse. "You make me crazy too," I whispered back, my tone so sensuous, a lazy smile on my lips when his legs nearly gave out and his breath got more ragged.

I was right. I don’t think he has said this to any girl, not even Claire. He is never this wanton. At least Naomi had given me brief information about some of his escapades.

His hands landing on and caressing my hips brought my mind out of its thinking haze and into a muddled state, that was slightly conscious of what was about to go down. I was that turned on.

Holding me still, he pushed into my velvet sheath, grunting so loudly when my muscles slowly allowed him entrance, when she clenched around him, hot and tight and velvet-soft.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, stopping his movements as if just remembering that it was my first time.

I nodded, twerking my hips up, letting him know that the pain hadn’t been so bad since the pleasure had overridden the pain, and that he could go on with the thrusts which had been driving me over the edge before he had stopped.

He surged into me thereafter, hard and urgent, reaching, straining, wanting to fly high.

My hair draped around us, brushing at his sensitized skin like a thousand strands of silk. My hands slid over his back, tracing each muscle. My mouth on him aroused him further.

He slowed his pace, his thrusting hips strong, his hands tight, binding me to him. I don’t think I will ever forget this. I don’t think I will ever forget him.

This was more than just sex.