Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife Was A Delinquent

It feels like torture – getting compared to a coffee, that is. 

But then, Adrian shook his head, deciding to take matters into his own hands. He moved behind Cassidy slowly as she continued to take small sips of her coffee and hum appreciatively. 

His arms slipped around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Getting impatient?" she asked after she swallowed.

"Nope, just felt a little chilly," he answered not-so truthfully, his lips falling to her sliver of skin at the back of her neck. 

He pushed the hair there away with his nose, nuzzling in its warmth, before he let his mouth latch onto the skin. She slightly arches into his touch, and he hears the warning without her needing to say it. So, he switches to peppering small kisses there.

"You know, I can feel exactly how impatient you are…" she commented after another mouthful of coffee. 

"But, really, we just did it last night. Why do you act like you're so deprived?"

Her tone was playful, he could tell despite her attempt to make it come out like she was scolding him. When her hips shifted, it was intentional, and it made him growl again. She definitely knew what she was doing to him.

Now, indeed, Adrian feels like being played dirty by Cassidy. 

His hands fell to her hips, slowly pushing the edges of her shirt up – or his shirt. She flinches a little then laughs when his fingers touch the soft skin on her stomach. It was not a provocative movement. He just drew small circles around her belly button while his finger brushed the seam of her panties, teasing just for a tad bit. 

Then, he heard her swallow, but it was not the coffee this time. It was a more tortuous sound that had to do with his ministrations. He smiled against her neck. 

'Yes, my love, two could play this game,' Adrian thought cheekily, mischief dancing in his half-lidded, lust-filled gaze as he stared at Cassidy and watched her interesting reactions. 

He splayed his hand on her stomach and pressed her flush to him. For this one, the whimper he heard was entirely due to him - he was back in the game. She took a few more sips of her coffee before the mug rattled on the counter while he continued to move lazily against her. 

"What an impatient husband you are." 

"Blame it all to my mischievous wife." 

When Cassidy turned around and brought his head down for a kiss, it was clear she'd had enough as well. She tasted of coffee, her lips warm and sweet from the beverage. Adrian is now on a mission to hunt down every vestige of flavor in her mouth. She complied, her tongue sliding against his. 

His hands moved to her bottom then, cupping it before starting to drag the shirt up her body.

"Bed?" she panted into his mouth.

"Too far," he grumbled, separating from her just to take the garment off. 

When his fingers pushed her panties down and found their way between her legs, she let out a gasp. She was so wet already - there was no doubt in his mind that she had imagined exactly what he wanted while she was making her coffee. 

He slipped a finger inside of her, making her clutch his arms and bite his lip. Not too long, he went to add a second one, but she pushed his hand away.

"Stop teasing me, Adrian," she huffed and pouted, reaching into his boxers. 

He could not help but hiss when her warm hand wrapped around him. Now, it was clear that the slow love-making he had envisioned earlier was no longer on the table. So, he might as well make the best of what he was offered.

"You're the one who started teasing me, Cassidy," he growled, already at his limit.

Adrian got rid of his boxers and her panties impatiently. Then, he kissed Cassidy once more, pressing her naked body to his. 

She somewhat yelped as he cupped her bottoms and lifted her on the counter. It's just the perfect height for him to nestle between her legs and slowly push into her. Perhaps, they could use their kitchen more often from now on since it offered such amenities. 

Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer, making both of them moan out loud. He pauses for a second, his forehead against hers. Her eyes are wide open, bright with desire, and with no trace of sleepiness in them. 

Maybe waiting for the coffee has been worth it after all.

"I love you," she breathed. 

"I love you more," he said.

Then, his lips claimed hers once again just as his hips began to move. She feels so hot, so wet and so tight in this position that it is making him dizzy. Her fingers made their way into his hair, tugging on it lightly when he moved her to the very edge of the counter and sank as deep into her as he could. He moves faster, their kisses turning sloppy as their breathing becomes erratic. 

Adrian felt her rub against him every time their bodies met. That's until Cassidy eventually tensed up and moaned loudly. 

He didn't have much time to feel the satisfaction from her release because he could feel his own approach. Driven to the edge, he almost lifted her off the counter in an attempt to bring her closer and feel more of her. Then, he groaned, his movements gradually slowing down. 

They stayed there for a few more seconds, holding onto each other as their breathing returned to normal. 

"No longer mad about waiting?" she teased him, kissing his neck softly.

"Not at all. In fact, we can do this every time and see how much of the coffee you leave behind," he quipped, looking at the mug over her shoulder.

"It's not that much. I just got a little impatient, too."

"Just the way I love you."

Adrian leans down to give her another kiss. Cassidy smiles against his mouth.

"Shower?" she suggested when he pulled away and let her slide back to the floor. 

"Oh yes, sounds like heaven," he hummed, keeping himself from imagining certain things for now so that he would not get hard again. 

"And then, you can have coffee as well." 

"Yeah. Coffee is my new favorite thing."