The Lovers Snip

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THE LOVERS CHAPTER 1 THE ARRIVAL Adelina's fingertips wrapped around the ends of her hair in anticipation. Her sweaty palms rubbed over her jeans, while her eyes were glued to the digital clock, posted up near the flight departure announcements. She was nervous, anxious for his arrival to awaken all that she had dreamt of during their midnight phone calls, filled with peppery words.

To think it only took a brave risk of sending him a private message on a dating app to spark this whirlwind romance. She'd only heard his voice over the phone, only seen his face over the video camera on her laptop. However, nothing would beat the warmth of the man who's been keeping you company in your fantasies.

And even that was enough to make her exhale deeply, sweat producing in between the valley of her four breasts, skin slowly igniting from the inside out. Her heart raced when she heard his flight had arrived early. She instantly stood, smoothing down her curve-fitting skirt.

Her fingers coaxed through her long, chocolate brown curls as she bit down onto her lower lip. She knew exactly what would happen once he saw her, his eyes, spyglasses of intensity, ready to bring about moments she'd replay over and over up until the moment she saw him again. His crooked smile, full of mischief, would mirror hers, and in an instant, he would know she was his.

She secretly dreamed about it, frequently, how her life would change the moment they locked eyes for the first time. They were in the same room, in the same space, and accepted each other into their lives. She stared after the arrival gate once more as the passengers started to scatter to their destinations.

She could already feel her skin prickling with excitement as she spotted his handsome face in the crowd. He sported a black shirt, the one she had mentioned had been her favourite. She smiled at the gesture as she took in the rest of his wardrobe, and ended back where she started.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips, she wanted to scream out his name so he would find her faster. She wanted her legs to move so that she could run into his arms and settle into him like she'd imagined doing an embarrassing amount of times, but she couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe, her nerves wouldn't let her.

No amount of phone or video calls could prepare her for the quivering state her heart was in. He was the impossible dream of every girl in her twenties, but yet there he was, scanning faces in the crowd trying to find her. She bit down on her lip once again, willing him mentally to look her way, and suddenly.

.. She noticed a smile curving on his full lips. She watched him slowly turn, his gaze instantly meeting hers in a sea full of strangers.

Her lungs closed as she sucked in a breath, her knees felt incredibly weak. Weak with desire, bursting with joy. She swallowed hard as she watched him make his way towards her, his smile was just as addicting in person, it was coated with charm, a coy and seductive curve to them that piqued her curiosity and her clit throbbed for a taste of him.

There you are, his voice hummed huskily through her ears and she responded with a smile. There she was, standing in front of the man who haunted her everyday life as if he belonged there, as if he knew he'd make a great impact in her life and her heart, no matter how far the distance between them would be. Here I am, her pulse rate began to increase as he stepped closer, enveloping her in his heart-mouth-watering pine scent.

His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her into his solid chest as he leaned his mouth over her ear. Let's get out of here. She could only nod, her voice had suddenly disappeared.

His hand took hers and led her towards the restroom area, she didn't bother to look if anyone had noticed them heading in that direction, and she honestly didn't care, her mind was fogged with the kind of lustful whirlpool that pulled you in without hesitation, without consent. He sent a grin her way as they entered the restroom, her hand squeezing his, making sure he was holding it, making sure this wasn't a dream. She smiled brightly as his hand squeezed back in reassurance, the restroom was brightly lit and empty.

He sent a grin her way as they entered the restroom, her hand squeezing his, making sure he was holding it, making sure this wasn't a dream. She smiled brightly as his hand squeezed back in reassurance, the restroom was brightly lit and empty. He quickly placed the trash can under the doorknob, his luggage by the door, and led her into one of the stalls.

Her lips parted as he lifted her shirt up over her head, her hands quickly under his belt, sliding down his jeans, exposing the already thick and hard erection. Her mouth watered and her eyes met him, while his hands stripped her of her skirt and underwear. His large hands cupped her thighs and lifted them, so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

He brought her down onto his hardened shaft, she groaned with delight right into his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pumped into her slick centre. He let out a rough groan as he fucked her with hunger, but almost made her come apart earlier than expected. Are we real? It was the silliest question he had ever asked her, all she could do was answer him with a kiss at the moment, her tongue colliding rapidly against his own.

When his lips pulled away from hers, he started to place soft wet kisses down her neck as his shaft pumped harder and faster into her. Anything less wouldn't be fair after this. Her words filled the gaps between gasps when she finally spoke, her nails dug deeper into his shoulders as she felt his teeth grazing her sensitive neck.

She grinned, because she knew what he would do next. His tongue circled slowly over the cruck of her neck, his cock hitting her core with every thrust, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out as his teeth sank gently into her skin. Oh, fuck.

She saw stars dot her vision then, her thoughts scrambled to find stability in her sensual eye but quickly erased all coherent thoughts from her brain as he dug deep into her one last time. He let out a grunt as he completely spilled himself inside her. Slowly her eyes started to fade and she was able to look at him.

There was a simple smile displayed on his swollen lips just for her and he leaned in to kiss her as he let go of her legs slowly. His lips devoured hers as his hands cupped her cheeks, once she pulled away her forehead and rested against his, a satisfied smile on her face. Let's get cleaned up.

Love didn't even come close to what she felt, but she could feel the familiar sensation enveloping her common sense. It intensified every second she spent in his company, it only magnified every time his name was mentioned, every time she could hear him smiling over the phone at her corny jokes and in person. She only hoped he felt the same, her heart ached, starved for it.

You wear me well, don't clean me off you just yet. His confession caused her aroused to stir up again. A grin was sent in his direction for confirmation, letting him know she couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for them.