Charmed (11 page)

Reeling with sensation, Ella felt his fingertips touch her wetness, and she moaned. He bit her lower lip, holding it in his teeth and tugging, desire sweeping over her and through every part of her body. “Ahhh,” she moaned again. Throwing her head back, she arched her spine, any shred of inhibition lost to Adam’s touch. His fingers playing with her so seductively, making her bones turn to mush, and her skin heat.

In one motion, Adam grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head, throwing it violently aside. She stood naked except for the one gold chain around her neck and the gold sandals. More naked she’d never felt. The way Adam looked at her, he saw everything. Nothing was hidden from his view, and his eyes raked over her soft curves, sending sensation through her just as if his hands were on her. “Adam,” she whispered.

Adam yanked off his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. Ella watched, anxious to have the clothing out of the way, to see him as he saw her. Instinctively, she kicked off her sandals, feeling the coolness of the wood floor on her feet. Reaching out, she touched Adam’s chest, feeling the hard muscle under the soft, golden hair.

He slid down his jockey shorts, allowing his swollen cock to spring free, and Ella dropped to her knees in front of him. Clasping her hand around his erection, she squeezed and stroked, feeling the hardness of steel under the velvet-soft skin. His cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him. She leaned in and ran her tongue along his shaft.

Adam moaned and dug his hands into her hair. She looked up at him and put the hard knob into her mouth. Never releasing her eyes from his gaze, she pulled back so just the very tip was in her mouth, knowing Adam could see what she was doing. Slowly, she took the whole knob back into her mouth. Then slowly she pulled back again, until her lips just touched the very tip.

Again and again, she took the knob into her mouth slowly, then released it, watching Adam during the process. She knew the effect she was having, and to heighten the effect, she cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them seductively. Unable to hold back, she lowered her mouth over his cock, taking as much of it as she could. The smell of him aroused was a sexual perfume, and she wanted to take him completely.

Panting, Adam gripped her hair and pulled her back. “God, Ella,” he said, leaning over to pull her up. In his arms, she pressed against him, feeling his hot cock against her belly. He kissed her and she tasted the sweetness of his mouth with the saltiness still on her tongue from sucking him. She pushed into the kiss, tasting and loving his tongue, just as he did hers.

Reaching behind, she gripped his ass, pressing and squeezing. He pulled back from the kiss, nibbling at her earlobe and neck, licking and kissing. His mouth and hot tongue found new sensitive skin, under her jaw, along her collarbone, places she had no idea were erogenous. Leaning down, he kissed the creamy mounds of her breasts, raking his tongue over her distended nipples.

Ella panted softly, leaning into him. He sucked on her nipples, hardly able to let her go. Heat flushed into her sex, and her clit tightened. Sucking her nipples, Adam could have easily brought her to orgasm. But that wasn’t his style. With him, it was a long, delicious process, a process that was almost unendurably pleasurable.

He picked her up and placed her on the bed. The gold chain she wore slid to the side, touching the quilt underneath her. Adam glanced at it, then back into her eyes. The softness she found there rendered her weak. Whatever he wanted, she would give, willingly. When he looked at her, she felt beautiful. He told her she was, an
d she could see it in his eyes.

“You are mine, Ella,” he whispered, still staring at her. “Mine.”

Ella didn’t move, didn’t speak. His words alone caressed her.

“I want you to give yourself to me.”

Ella’s eyes would have to be his answer, as she was unable to find her voice.

“I want to see your pleasure. I want to witness it.”

Without further explanation, he kneeled between her legs, his strong hands spreading her thighs apart. “I will see everything. That’s what I want, sweet Ella, to see everything.”

His fingers slid over her hipbones and down along her inner thighs, sending a pleasurable burn deep into her core. “Your face when you come…it’s so feminine, so beautiful. I want to witness that look, the ecstasy on your face. That’s all I want, Ella.”

Just the way he said her name pushed her closer to the precipice he described.

“You will give me that, won’t you?” he said, not really as a question.

His words were poetry, soothing her into the bliss she so badly craved.

Adam reached up and cupped her breasts, the action making her all the more aware of her needy nipples. She wished he would pinch them, hurt them, kiss them, wanting it all. Arching her back, she pushed out her chest. Taking the offer, Adam lowered his mouth over one red, achy nipple and then the other, back and forth, until Ella whined, low and deep in her throat, surprised by he
r own voice.

Reaching down, he rubbed her inner thigh, and she thought to beg him to touch her clit, knowing he would, in time. He bit her nipples lightly, watching her face, scrunched in the agony he caused. Relentlessly, he kissed and nipped, making her so sensitive she didn’t think she could endure another second, but never wanting him to stop.

Leaning up, Adam ran his hands over her skin, down her arms, over her ribs, and she wanted him to touch her everywhere. His hands caressed her flat belly, the curve of her hips, her thighs, even her calves, until she was like putty under his touch. She molded to his palms as he felt her slender curves, her tingly skin, avoiding as long as he could the intimate places she was desperate for him to touch.

Her nipples stiffened as the ambient air flowed across them, still wet from his mouth. Her muscles tightened at the feel of his hands on her. A delicious, sensual feeling flowed through her sex and deep inside her. Her clit was tight before Adam even touched her there. She spread her thighs more, opening to him, giving him what he wanted.

He ran his fingers over her tender folds and she squirmed against the bed, unable to mitigate the strength of the feeling under his ministrations. Swiping his fingers through her wetness, he plunged them into his mouth, sucking her cream off, and closing his eyes, drinking in her taste. Adam, sucking her flavor off of his fingers, his heavy cock swaying with his motion, was the most erotic sight she’d ever witnessed.

“You taste so sweet. I want more,” he said. “More. You will give me more, Ella.”

It was not a question. It was a seductive lullaby, music, poetry. Still she couldn’t speak, just looked at him, unable to hide her desire.

“I want you to come for me, Ella. I’m going to watch you. I want to see your face. I want nothing more.”

Her sex throbbed, and the pain of delay seemed more than she could bear. She wanted him to touch her clit; desperately she needed him to. Yet it was so hard already, she thought if he kept talking, just kept talking, his words would bring her to orgasm. If he said any more, she might come without him ever touching her.

Adam opened her outer lips and dragged his tongue over her wet slit. Ella whimpered, the best she could do at begging. Slipping his tongue inside her, he stroked softly, slowly, teasing her. She pushed her hips up to encourage him and he held her outer lips open, looking at her bare desire.

Ella panted, gasping for breath, writhing against the bed. Maybe she could make herself come, somehow, because if Adam didn’t touch her clit soon, she’d explode. He plunged two fingers inside her wet pussy, and rubbed his thumb over her clit. She whimpered, hoping, praying he would give her the release she sought.

Holding her open, he leaned close and blew over her rock-hard clit. “Ahhh,” she moaned, panting, panting. Adam blew again. Her eyes met his, and the sexy look in his amber eyes pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t hold back. Her inner muscles convulsed and her body went rigid. Hanging at the precipice for a protracted second, she held Adam’s gaze. His look was so soft, so sensual, so caring, and so fucking sexy.

Ella exploded. A powerful orgasm took hold and wouldn’t let her go. She felt Adam’s eyes on her the whole time, and it felt as though he were falling through the orgasm with her, close to her, inside her. The tremors went on and on, the pleasure not quick to subside. Relaxing into the soft quilt underneath her, she sighed. “Oh my God, Adam.” She could finally speak.

He stroked her thigh. “Your face is so flushed and beautiful. Ella…Ella.” Neither spoke again for what seemed minutes, but may have been seconds. Time had no meaning. Ella felt warm and happy. She tingled and a peaceful calm pervaded her senses. Giving Adam what he wanted was the ultimate—and seeing his face, she knew she had.

Yet, she still needed him. Having him inside her, feeling as one, was what she longed for. New desire roused inside her, and sensation of a deep nature rose, only partially placated by the orgasm Adam witnessed. “I want you, Adam. I want you inside me. Please.”

Fisting his cock, swinging it up and down slightly as he did so, Adam was the picture of raw masculine power. He was so handsome, so sexy, and so virile. “Please,” Ella said, knowing it was unnecessary, even as she said it.

Adam slid onto the bed next to her, pulling her on top of him. His cock was hard against her bare skin, his muscled chest firm under her hands. She ran her hands over him, touching and loving. He pulled her down into a lip-bruising kiss, hot and filled with need. His tongue fondled hers, and he dug his fingers into her hair, pressing her into him harder.

Sitting up, Ella grabbed his cock and stroked it. She pressed it against her belly and ran her fingers along the veined shaft, stopping at the top to smear his pre-cum around the tip. Lifting up on her knees, she touched the thick knob to her wet slit and moved it along her opening.

Adam panted and shifted his hips up. “Come down on me, Ella,” he commanded.

She lifted higher to clear the length of his cock, before slowly lowering onto him, feeling his width stretch her. Wet and turned on, she slid over him easily, his size filling her. Plunging him all the way in, she gasped. It felt so good. Nothing felt like having Adam inside her.

Adam began to fuck her, rocking his hips up, plunging into her. Ella matched his rhythm, fucking him back. Faster and faster they moved until he was slapping into her, even the smacking sound an aphrodisiac. The harder they fucked, the more she wanted. Swollen inside her, he gave her a pleasure she could find no other way. No orgasm, no sensual exhibition matched the feeling of being one with Adam.

Sweating and panting, they rose together in a fire of desire. It was no longer about being together, but about being inside each other, being one. There was no distance, no separation. Ella’s feeling was his, and Adam’s was hers. There was no way to tell where either one began or ended. The wave of sexual sensation and intimacy engulfed them simultaneously.

Ella felt the pulse deep in her core, and it radiated through her sex, clenching her muscles in an erotic vise. Her first strong pulse around Adam shredded any control he may have had, and propelled him into a raging orgasm. Together they screamed, panting and fucking until the intensity engulfing them began to subside. Still they moved in each other’s arms, pressing together, in another universe of their own making, vulnerable, yet safe in their embrace.

Ella slid off, curling her leg over Adam’s hips, and looking at him in his post-orgasmic state. The bright moon cast a soft white light over his features, and he looked like an angel—and so he was to her. He was the man she loved, and never had she felt so close, so intimate with anyone. “I love you, Adam,” she said, realizing that she’d thought it many times but hadn’t said it.

Adam looked into her eyes and she couldn’t tell what he was going to say. Maybe she should have, but even knowing how he felt about her, there was something about voicing what was in her heart that made her anxious. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if—

“I love you too, Ella,” he whispered. “More than you can imagine. More than I can express. I can only show you. And I will show you, in every way I can, every day for the rest of our lives.”

Ella smiled. “You’re a poet, Adam. Truly you are.”

*****

Long into the night, Adam held Ella, whispering sweet things to her and expressing his feelings with loving touches. When he finally drifted to sleep, Ella looked out the window at the blaring white moon, unable to fall into the peaceful sleep that eluded her. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Adam up.

Slipping on underwear and a sweatshirt, she grabbed her bag and went out onto the moonlit deck. The beauty of the night defied description, and she stood looking out at the pool and the water of the ocean, surrounded by the dark shapes of the mountains not far away. Sugarloaf looked so close she could touch it.

Settling into a deck chair, she opened her tablet and clicked her diary open. A lot had changed since the last time she’d written in it, yet only hours had passed. Doubting she’d ever be able to call her life boring again, she began to type, making an effort to convey to her diary what was going on inside her.

Tonight was beyond description. I’ll start by telling you that I finally said it to Adam. It’s odd that I told you so long ago, but it took so long for me to tell him. I said, “I love you, Adam.” And when I said the words, I felt a moment of panic, because I love him so much that if he didn’t feel the same, I’m sure I’d die. I know it.

But I can breathe again. He said it back to me. “I love you, Ella,” he said. And he said a lot more. Adam is good with words. He’s poetic. He always says the right thing, and he says what’s in his heart. I must have the wrong impression of men, because the ones I’ve known had a hard time talking about their emotions.

Adam is different. He is so alive, and so real, and so loving. I can’t believe he picked me. But he did. And I won’t let him down. I’ll be everything he needs. If I possibly can, I will. I guess his natural brilliance also made him sensitive. It seems that way, and he mentioned that his mother said he was very sensitive as a boy. I think that’s a good thing.