Bab 147: Touch me, Champion

Just when he thought she was about to come, to reach her peak, he stopped, his fingers pulling away, leaving her panting and frustrated.

"Not yet," he whispered, his lips moving down her stomach, his tongue circling her navel.

Slowly, he lifted himself up and pulled Medea out of the bed.

Adrian pulled the upper part of her tunic over her shoulders, leaving Medea's upper body bare, with only her bra left. The sight of her bra clinging tightly to her curves, barely covering her ample breasts, left Adrian momentarily speechless.

His eyes tracked her every little moment as she dragged the zip further down, revealing her panties, the same white color which matched her bra. 

Adrian had always known Medea was striking, a warrior perfectly sculpted by years of training. He knew she had a perfect body, well rounded curves which he's seen more than once. But seeing her again, this time, just the two of them, overwhelmed him.