I shivered as I felt his touch on my shoulders. I didn't need the reflection on the glass in front of me to know it was his hands caressing my back. I'd know that electrifying touch anywhere. I broke my gaze out the window to turn to him.
"Adam, no. What are you doing?"
I stammered as his whiskey-soaked breath filled my nostrils. I put a hand up to attempt to expand the shrinking gap between our bodies. The heat between us was as undeniable as it always had been. I could feel my loins stirring with hunger as I stared into his icy eyes.
His response was to gently back me into the sink behind me, grinning hungrily.
My rational mind fought for air in a boozy haze. "Adam, we agreed, no more after the new year. We have to stop this." Even I could hear my earnestness fall flat and be replaced by desire.
His soft lips kissed my neck as he whispered, "Can't we, just one last time?"
My resolve was quickly fading as I continued meekly to push him back. "What about Leslie? James? They're in the next room," I continued, thinking about my husband and my best friend, his wife, who were on the other side of the thin kitchen wall.
"Marie, relax. I brought Leslie up to our room already. She had enough wine; she won't be awake before noon," he replied sweetly. "As for James, well, your dear husband tried to outdrink me. So I'm sure Leslie will be up before him," he added with a snide chuckle.
On cue, I heard James' familiar snore come from the next room as if to confirm Adam's story. He was right though; both his wife and my husband were virtually dead to the world. We were as good as alone. With that realization, I lost any remaining modicum of self-control. I returned his wanting gaze with a firm, assured kiss. His rough hands found the hem of my skirt and traveled upwards.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my ass up onto the counter, parting my legs enough to invite his fingers up a little farther. Our mouths locked in a heated embrace; my bosom strained against my blouse, threatening to pop the weakening buttons. I broke the kiss momentarily as I feverishly undid my top. One hand caressed my clit while the other came up to grab hold of my breast. He slid one bra strap out of the way and popped my tit out of its cup. He expertly mouthed my nipple with the right combination of sucking and caressing with the tongue, a feat he knows drives me wild. It was at this precise moment that he took advantage of my burgeoning desire and moved from soft touches to slipping a finger in my soaking cunt. I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loud as a second finger followed.
"No need to be quiet, baby, they aren't waking up," he whispered in my ear as he vigorously fingered me.
I pushed him back and climbed off the counter. "While that's probably true, it's not worth the risk. Let's take this elsewhere." I gave him a mischievous grin and led him out the patio door and back to the garage. Despite the whiskey warming my body, it was still a cold February night.
