Adrian had seen the lights of Paris, the canals of Venice, sunrise over the Caribbean... There was no sight in the world as glorious as Alicia naked. He skin was porcelain and perfect, smooth under his wandering hands, supple as he grabbed at her, his fingers digging into her hips and pulling her closer to him still. She smelled of home and strawberries and cream and desire and he growled low in his throat, his lips coming to her neck again where he nibbled and scraped at that perfect skin with his teeth. Smoothing over where he'd bitten her with his tongue he gasped out her name when she moved just the right way and his hardness brushed her wet center, teasing them both.
He got a firmer grip on her thighs and lifted her slightly, easily, where she still straddled him and then he sheathed himself inside of her, pulling her body down almost gently to fill her. Sitting as he was on the couch, he let her take the control above him but moved one hand between them to play with her clit while they moved together.