There was no doubt about it: Angelina knew how to stroke a man's ego. Adrian would've been in serious danger of feeling just a bit conceited had he not been overwhelmed by the feel of her against him, in his arms, nothing between them anymore above the waist. He almost hissed at the scratch of her nails, but she was careful and it made his skin prickle into gooseflesh instead. Then she was moving away from him, and his gaze was undeniably hungry as it followed her. He was in complete agreement as far as wanting went. Nothing else existed outside the two of them and the room in which they were hidden. Adrian unfastened his trousers one-handed, though he used both to slide them off his hips. The slacks joined his blazer on the chair. He wasn't fussy, just preferred to save himself the trouble of pressing things later. Angelina's dress was placed on top of his clothes and then he turned back to her. The few seconds' reprieve seemed sufficient to get himself back under control. He didn't want to move too fast.
"I think we'll just call this amazing," he murmured, his breathing growing unsteady. There was no hiding his body's response to the things Angelina was doing and saying, not even with a layer of clothing still on - considering that layer was well-fitted and hugged him in all the right places. His thumb moved over Angelina's nipple, teasing it to hardness. As soon as it was, he bent down to close his mouth over the tender skin, licking and sucking and nipping gently by turns. His other hand moved along the outside of her leg, encouraging her knee to bend toward her torso, so that he fit more comfortably between her thighs. It allowed him to rest more of his weight against the mattress and less on Angelina.
Yes, it had been a long time for him, but it left him aware of every little sensation. He somehow had the ability to be pleased at himself for not overthinking each movement before it happened. Better to do what felt right, and let the sounds and movements Angelina made be his guide going forward. That in mind, he let his lips, teeth, and tongue explore the length of her stomach. His fingers were feather-light until they ducked under the waist of her panties at her hips, just teasing to start. Adrian couldn't help grinning as he drew away from her hands, shifting down the bed until he could get the edges of his teeth against the unbelievably soft skin at the inside of Angelina's ankle. He made his way back up to her face, first alternating attention between one leg and the other, then her stomach and chest, and finally her mouth again.
Maybe it was ridiculous or over the top, but her responses were doing as much for him as anything else. Like every other part of her life, Angelina didn't seem to be afraid of being herself in bed. He'd never realized how much of a turn-on that could be. Not holding anything back. Knowing what she wanted.
"I think I could kiss you for hours. Just start in a spot and keep going, until I've covered every inch." The words were spoken straight into the skin of her throat. One day, he might do just that, if she gave him half a chance. In the meantime, there were other things he wanted to do. But he'd wait and see where she took them next.