I Knew You Were Trouble: Accidents Happen by M. X. Potter Page A

force her hips forward. I smiled into her pussy and dragged my tongue from my finger, up between her folds and flicked across her proud bud. I couldn't hold her down with the light force I was using. She popped up with her butt on the edge of the bed. I looked up into lust-filled eyes.
     
    "No more teasing," Adeline demanded, with an anxious smile. She was breathing deeply. I locked my eyes on hers and put my exploring finger in my mouth and followed with another finger, wetting them both. I watched her as I inserted both fingers into her. "Oh, Damon," she muttered, her hips moving to meet my hand. I moved my tongue back to her bud and began licking across it with more force. The flat of my tongue lapping, losing contact and regaining it again and again. She fell back, moaning deeply. I probed deeper, tucking my fingers upward, massaging her warm walls. Her movements were no longer her own, they were mine. My tongue and fingers controlled her jerking as I learned what she desired. Her opening widened, then closed hard and her legs began shaking. I did not stop as her back arched and she emitted a wonderfully delightful guttural sound. Her whole body shook, my hand flooded with her release, my tongue desperately trying to retain contact as she bucked in lust. Simply beautiful.
     
    I slowed as Adeline did. I sent small surges through her every time I flicked my tongue. She started scooting away, laughing as I continued. "Damon, please stop," she said desperately, trying to push my head away from between her legs.
     
    "Sensitive?" I asked with a devious grin. I wanted to tease Adeline some more, but thought it was drifting toward torture, so I stopped. I kept my fingers moving lovingly inside her. I enjoyed the heat I had generated. Pride filled me.
     
    "Very," Adeline said with sated eyes. She pulled me onto the bed next to her. "That was wonderful and lovely," she told me as she began unbuttoning my shirt. My arousal was more than evident, screaming to be let loose. Strangely, my mind wasn't as anxious. I was satisfied with her pleasure, happy I was the cause of it. She helped me remove my shirt, kissing my lips, then the newly exposed skin. She undid my pants, sat up and removed them, my cock jumped to attention. She lay back down next to me again, her hand wrapped softly around my shaft.
     
    "I have fears," Adeline said. Honesty was in her eyes. "I am scared I will hurt you one day. I don't think I could handle you hating me." I was saddened that she still thought herself cursed. I wished I could just reach into her and yank that idea out of her.
     
    "I could never hate you," I said softly. Jessica flashed in my mind, I wondered if I felt something similar with her when we first met. I didn't want it to be a lie.
     
    "It won't be on purpose," Adeline continued, "I want you to know I would never hurt you on purpose." I wanted it to stop. She was admitting defeat before battle was even envisioned. I pulled her lips to mine and tried to love the thoughts from her mind.
     
    "For whatever may happen," I whispered in her ear, "I forgive you." I felt her smile form on my cheek. Her hand began stroking me and her lips nibbled on my neck. I sucked in my breath, not expecting the passion to continue.
     
    "You're a fool, Damon Richardson," Adeline breathed, "my lovely, lovely fool." The feeling climbed quickly, her breathing so close to my ear, her soft hand and the love I felt. "I love you," she whispered. She was mine. Joy and passion exploded in me. What a lovely mess it was.
     

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    My phone rang during dinner. I was going to take Adeline out for dinner, but she preferred to cook. She found some fresh Halibut at the store and masterfully created a peach and pepper salsa for it. I thought it sounded ghastly. I tried it out of love. It was to die for. Adeline was born to tantalize taste buds.
     
    I looked at my phone and saw 'Bitch Barrow' as the caller ID. I quickly answered, kicking myself for not