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*Present Time*
Amy laid there in the hotel bed beside Jay, fully awake. Her eyes were wide open and staring straight ahead at her husband's soundly sleeping form. He was on his back and snoring softly.
Her mouth opening, she held her breath as she dared to slowly slide out from the other side of the bed. She winced, as she knew if her movements caused him to awaken, that was it. But damn it, she hoped that wasn't going to happen. Her body was alert and alive, the stirrings inside of her almost like a physical pain, or a deep hunger or thirst. She needed to get out of here and go to Adam... Her mind and body alike craved the tall blond man.
Finally, the redhead stepped both feet onto the floor, her breath still held as she listened intently, her ears pricked. When a moment or two passed and she didn't notice anything different about Jay, she dared to breath again and felt around for her shoes. They were right where she left them, right in front of the nightstand. Quickly but quietly, she slipped her feet into them. Next, she snatched up her robe and put it on, belting it at the waist.
She held her breath again as she tiptoed toward the door, her hand reaching down to the nightstand to grab the keycard she'd left there earlier that night. As she crept closer to the door, she could still hear her husband snoring. The coast seemed to be clear.
Stepping out of the room, Amy closed the door as silently as she could, a soft breath emerging from her parted lips as she realized how easily he could have woken up to discover her stepping out. What a mess *that* would be. What would she say? She didn't even have a made up explanation to offer him should he awaken to discover her gone. She knew she had to concoct one, and fast.
Stealthily, she tore down the hallway, glancing once quickly over her shoulder. She was thankful for the late hour, as the hotel hallway seemed deserted except for herself. She bit her lip, anticipation making her even more anxious and excited as she continued to his hotel room.
Once she got there, she knocked immediately, frantic for him to open the door. He was expecting her, however, and she let out a sigh of relief when the door was almost instantly opened.
She stepped inside gratefully, and he shoved the door shut as he lowered his head to claim her lips.
Amy moaned and instantly responded, her mouth opening wide to welcome his tongue inside, her hands going up to entangle into his mass of long blond hair.
Adam's arms went around her, his hands cupping her butt. He pressed against her, then reached up with one hand to grab one of her much smaller ones, slowly but deliberately lowering it, pressing it to himself.
The redhead cried out at the feel of his hard-on. He was throbbing and hot as she more than willingly kept her hand there, making a stroking motion. God, she wanted him. She wanted him to impale her with that massive, rock-hard staff and thrust fast, faster, and faster until she couldn't take it anymore... Until she felt her body bursting with pleasure from the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced in her entire life.
The tall blond man seemed to perfectly read her mind. His hands roamed over her, yanking with urgency at her robe, pulling it open. It fell down and off her body in a graceful heap to the floor.
Adam practically danced her over to the bed, alternately kissing her hands and removing her garments and his own. She reached out to help him with his, and in no time, they were both naked.
The blond man kissed her yet again, even more intensely and passionately than before. His hands cupped her breasts at the same time, the pads of his thumbs rubbing and stroking the nipples.
Amy moaned more loudly than she had minutes earlier, practically melting at his touch. She was so dizzy with passion, she could hardly stand.
Breaking the kiss, a soft smile on his handsome face, Adam gently turned her around, and she knew exactly what he wanted - and she bent over the bed, panting with anticipation.
Her breath left her in an audible gush as, seconds later, she felt him easily and effortlessly slip completely inside of her. She was extremely wet, and he immediately thrust fast and hard, knowing well that she was fully ready for the entirety of his thick and massive length. She shut her eyes, savoring the sensations that shot through her body as he slammed into her, so mercilessly, so deliciously. Her lips parted as he kept hitting just the right spot, her arms reaching fully out, hands gripping the bedsheet so tightly, it came right off the bed.
"Oh, shit..." the tall blond man moaned. "... Sweet hell, I'm gonna come!"
Amy let loose, a moan bubbling from her parted lips. She threw her head back as the waves of pleasure gripped her, and she moved back and forth with him, desperately trying to contain the orgasm, draw it as for as long as possible.
Adam growled as he slid one hand from her hip to the front of her body, to her breast. He rolled his fingertips over the fleshy mound, brushing them over her already stimulated nipple. The action caused her to cry out even more loudly as it sent her into another wracking orgasm.
Amy bit her lip, trying her best to stifle herself, as she felt a scream coming. She couldn't help it - but she knew all hell would break loose if anyone heard them.
Adam growled again, his hand going back to her hip as he gripped both firmly, holding her body in place as he gave himself up to his own orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he released himself inside of her, nearly collapsing at the intensity of the sheer pleasure.
When it was over and he was fully spent, drenched with sweat, he remained inside of her, not wanting to move or withdraw. Smiling softly, he bent over to place a kiss on the nape of her neck, just by her tattoo of the word 'Rebel' in Russian. Never had he felt such intense passion for a woman before... Never had sex been so incredible with a woman before. He just wanted to remain with her, *inside* of her, and hold her for all eternity.
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Torrie Wilson was shocked as she tiptoed away from her ex-husband's hotel room door. Her heart was hammering at the knowledge she now held, but what she'd suspected for quite awhile...
... Adam was fucking Amy Dumas.
The tall platinum blonde had wandered out of her own room, plagued by insomnia. She didn't even know *why* she couldn't sleep, but she'd known she had to get up and at least go for a walk to work off her excess energy. Besides, she'd thought it would help her to become sleepy.
On her way out, she'd noticed Amy leaving her hotel room - the room she was of course sharing with her husband Jay. Torrie had ducked back into the doorway of her own room and watched intently as the redhead tore down the hall - directly to her ex-husband's room. And then, a few minutes later, Torrie had deemed it safe enough to wander over to the door. What she'd heard had shocked her...
... She'd gotten an earful of very distinctive sounds of the two having sex.
The blonde was furious. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but relish in the knowledge she'd acquired
tonight - and in the idea of *using* it.