Chapter 13 The First Dark Adventure
Adam squatted on the floor where Director Stone sobbed, still naked as a jaybird. "Why are you upset? Eve and Wyatt won't cause trouble for us if that's what concerns you."
"You don't understand. I've worked so hard to climb this high, but I wrecked my whole career when I slept with you." Massive slow tears made their way down her face, streaking her makeup. "Oh God, I'm sure I look like a drowned rat."
Adam laughed. "I don't know what a drowned rat looks like, but you're radiant with or without tears." As her sobbing stopped, he sat down, placing her gently in his lap. "What can I do to help? I'm sure I can talk to Gwen, Eve, and Wyatt. They'll stay quiet."
Susan shut her eyes and shook her blond head sadly. "Gwen won't. Didn't you see her face? She's heartbroken."
"I think I need you to explain," he confessed as his head comfortably rested on top of the director's. "Take a deep breath. Do you feel better?" Moving from his perch, he saw a small glimmer of hope in Susan's eyes.
"A little. When did your eyes change color?" She drew closer to examine the iceberg blue color, but his full lilac lips captured her attention instead.
"I didn't like the amber -- this one felt right." Leaning forward, he pressed his nose to hers and pulled away. "You wear glasses because you like the feeling, right?"
"What?! I wear them because I have terrible vision, and I have an extreme eye phobia. How does that answer my question? Did you change your eye color? How?!" Her voice began with confidence but quickly deflated as she weighed the meaning behind his words.
"Don't you have a way of correcting your eyesight permanently? I thought your race had the minimal essentials to survive." Bored by her line of questioning, Adam touched her shoulders, making tiny circles as he slowly ventured south. "I set my intentions in my mind, and my body takes care of the rest. You don't like the new color?"
Susan noticed an odd sort of desperation in his eyes. "It's beautiful. Fits you like a glove," she sighed. "Things seem so easy for you, but..." she traced his square jaw, "...our world isn't so kind or straightforward."
"I know the right people when I meet them." He ran his hands down to her hips, rocking her against his eager manhood.
"Are you sure? If jealousy turns into lasting pain, it can turn the sweetest person bitter." His energetic member began to make the sober thoughts take a back seat. "You should talk to Gwen."
He acknowledged her logic by inserting a finger into her honey pot. As he stirred, he felt her give in. "I will, but only when I've had my fill of you." When she gasped and insistently rocked on her own, he knew she'd come around.
She'll have reason to think again soon.
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The following day, Eve's eyes fluttered open to a ray of sunlight streaming through her window. Her amber gaze fell on the significant bump of her stomach and then on Wyatt. "I have a surprise for you," she sang.
Groaning, he turned toward his lover but kept his eyes firmly shut.
"Wyatt..." She sighed.
"WYatt..." She huffed in desperation. As his breathing remained calm and his boxers flat, she frowned. Instead of dwelling on defeat, she leaned over to give him tender kisses along his neck, working her way down. To her delight, his penis sprung to life.
His groaning grew louder, but his eyes remained shut.
Eve's frustration turned to humor as his flag reached full mast. A mischievous grin spread across her pouty lips as a naughty idea ran through her mind. Repositioning herself, she kissed his wide pink helmet and looked at her lover's face.