Charmed (14 page)

“We will stay in São Vicente, so we will be near Santos Beach. The city of São Paulo is actually fifty miles inland.

“I thought you’d like it here. We can go to the beach and later we can ride the Victorian trams, which were recently renovated, and pass most of the interesting sights in this area.”

Ella spotted the beautiful harbor. “What an amazing place.”

Santos Beach had walkways and flower gardens all up and down, between the streets and the beach area. Ella enjoyed being back at the beach, and was thrilled to tour the São Vicente area. Adam took her to dinner at a small restaurant with a great view of the beach. They had delicious cod with vegetables and black beans, drinking Bavaria pilsner—a light, crisp German beer—to wash it down.

The beachfront hotel was done in festive reds and blues. The room had brown, gold, and red décor, wood floors, and colorful artwork on the walls. The cozy atmosphere was warm and romantic. Ella felt safe, trusting that what Adam had said was true: Claudio wouldn’t bother them while they were at the beach. They made love long into the night, and slept snuggled together in the narrow bed.

After breakfast the next morning they left for Florianopolis. Ella was looking forward to some real Brazilian surfing. They finally arrived that afternoon and checked into a large hotel on the beach. Stepping inside, she was impressed with the modern décor. The floors were made of rose-colored tile; colorful oriental rugs decorated the lobby, with wood and wicker furniture artfully placed.

The property was surrounded by lush gardens, and the patio looked out toward the water. Ella couldn’t wait to get to the beach, so they went for a swim soon after arriving. The best surfing would be in the morning, and she was glad Adam had arranged for them to stay for a few days so she could get her fill.

Back in their room to change for the evening, Ella said, “It’s so beautiful here. I’m surprised you don’t have a vacation home here.”

“I do.”

“You do? Why aren’t we staying there?”

“You are.”

Ella didn’t say anything for a moment. She recalled that the hotel staff called Adam by name—“Senhor Bianci.” Not surprised that he’d been to the hotel before and would be known, she hadn’t dreamed he owned it.

“You own this hotel?”

“Yes, I do. I’ve been surfing in Florianopolis since my teens, so I like to have a regular place to stay. Plus the tourist business in thriving here; it’s a good way for me to diversify.”

“What else do you own?”

Adam shrugged. “A few things.”

“Uh huh. Well, I won’t ask right now, but you won’t be able to keep secrets from me for long.”

Adam grinned. “Are you about ready? I feel a powerful thirst coming on.”

The beach hotel wasn’t far from Lagoa da Conceição, a city full of good restaurants and lively bars; the nightlife thriving. It wouldn’t surprise Ella if Adam owned a few of them. The picturesque city was surrounded by mountains jutting out of the blue ocean, the streets dotted with small local establishments and a smattering of stores.

Adam took her to a local place, where the crab cakes were memorable. After dinner, they drank and danced to popular Brazilian tunes at a music bar located opposite the lagoon. Adam introduced her to Submarino; showing her how to turn a cup of Steinhäger (liquor made of juniper) facedown inside a larger cup, then pour beer inside. The Steinhäger “escaped” into the beer.

Ella felt like she’d been reborn. She’d never return to her pallid life in Newport. Being with Adam in Brazil was another universe. Easily swept up into the sumptuous food, exotic drink, and bright nightlife, the rest of the world paled in comparison. Not that she’d seen much of the world outside of California. “Romantic” didn’t begin to describe being away with Adam.

Early in the morning, intending to catch the first waves before dawn, Adam took her to the beach. Sitting on a long
strip of land, Praia Mole stretched out in a crescent shape flanked by small mountains on either end. One side of the narrow strip was a serene, protected lagoon, and the other a sandy beach with fabulous surf. Ella sank into the soft, pale pink sand as she walked toward the shore. The fine sand was luxuriant to walk through in bare feet.

“Wow, look at that swell,” Ella said, watching the high waves crash under the dimming moonlight.

“I hope I don’t have to rescue you. These waves can reach as high as twenty feet, and surfing here is only for the strongest swimmers,” Adam teased.

“You just worry about yourself. I’ll be fine.”

Ella waded out knee deep in the water, holding her board at her side. The water felt cool compared to the warm, humid air, but once she was paddling out on her board temperature wasn’t an issue. The waves rose high, folding over in a sweeping curl and crashing down. She waiting for a wave she could negotiate, not needing to be a show-off, despite Adam teasing her. Flying down the smooth inside surface of a wave, the sun and salt air were like a drug to her.

Always at home in the surf, Ella felt the power of the ocean, the thrill of the ride, and the rest of her life disappeared. She had no problems, no turmoil, as long as she fought through the inside of a glossy curl. Seeing Adam plowing through a raging swell was exhilarating. His athletic, golden form distracted her, and she looked away, lest she fall and prove him right about these waves being too big for her.

Surfing the Atlantic was a challenge, but Ella never fell, using the skill she’d developed over the years to conquer the waves on her new surfboard. The clean, fast ride on the new board was so much better than any she’d had on her blue epoxy board. She’d never be able to go back. Adam would have to get her another board like this for California surfing, or he’d have to transport the special board back to his Newport vacation home for her.

Stretched out on the beach in the sun, Ella held Adam’s hand. “Surfing is like making love with you.”

“How is that?”

“It feels good, no matter how many times I do it. No, change that. It feels better every time I do it.”

Adam pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply. “I’m going to show you what feels good…tonight.”

“Promise.”

That night Adam made his promise come true. After dinner, they decided to skip the city’s nightlife, preferring to be alone. Standing by the bed in the hotel room, Ella kicked off her shoes, feeling the cool tile under her feet, and looked up at Adam. He reached out and ran his thumb along her lower lip. She’d worn a white lace short-sleeved blouse and a pale pink floral skirt. Adam’s eyes roamed over her.

“Undo your blouse,” he said.

Excitement flooded through Ella. Making love with Adam was always exciting. He made her feel things she hadn’t known were possible. One by one, she undid the pearl buttons of her blouse.

“Open it,” he said.

She held her blouse open, her heart beating so hard she thought he could see it pulse in her chest.

“Slide it off,” Adam said, his gaze piercing into her, making her feel that he could see through the lace bra she wore.

Ella slid the blouse off, letting to drop at her feet.

“The bra,” he said.

Looking into his eyes, she undid the front clasp, letting her breasts fall free, and tossing the bra away.

“So pretty,” he said, and her nipples tingled. She knew they were hard, not needing to look. The need for him to kiss them was strong, but she didn’t ask, just waited.

Adam pulled off his shirt and knelt in front of Ella. He reached behind, cupping her ass, and lowered his mouth to her nipples. Moaning at his hot touch, she threw her head back, falling into the pleasure he gave her. Expertly, he kissed and excited her nipples, making her wet and wanting with that alone.

He stroked his hands down her back, and she fisted his hair. Wildly, he kissed along her ribs and over the belly, making her crave his mouth, wanting it everywhere. He pulled down her lace panties and she stepped out of them. Still kneeling, Adam pressed her to him, his cheek against her sex.

“I love you, Ella.”

“Adam, I love you so much.”

Adam stood and leaned over her, plunging both hands in her hair and kissing her, his kisses both hot and sweet. For so long, they kissed, at first tenderly, then more passionately. His lips on hers, his tongue caressing, was so seductive, so full of love, Ella melted in his arms. Desire warmed her, and her sex begged for him.

Taking off his shorts and underwear, Adam kicked off his shoes in the process. Ella’s clit tightened at the sight of his huge erection. Before she could touch it, Adam turned and sat on the bed, pulling Ella onto his lap. The amber glow of the bedside table light cast pale shadows, giving the scene a soft, sensual feel. Ella straddled Adam, his hot cock pressed against her sex.

With his palms on her lower back, he fondled her distended nipples with his tongue, watching her face. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. He could keep his mouth on her forever as far as she cared. Never would she tire of his lips, his tongue, his sweet caresses. Pressing against his cock sent erotic waves through her vagina.

She began to feel it clench and pulse, her clit hard. Adam watched her face, never stopping his stimulation of her sensitive nipples. Before she could come, he shifted off the sensitive, nerve-wrought tips, and raked his tongue over the round curves of her breasts. She began to shake from the intensity. Begging him to touch her clit would not be out of the question.

Then she realized she didn’t have to. Pressed against his cock as she was, his mouth over her nipples, relentlessly tantalizing, she felt her vagina pulse. Pressing harder, she also began to rub her sex against Adam’s erection, feeling the sensation radiate through her clit. His amber eyes on her, and the lustful look on his face, served to propel her arousal to new heights.

“Adam, I…” she started, but was unable to continue.

Her body stiffened and she felt Adam’s strong hands hold her tight. The motions of his tongue, ever more purposeful, titillated her tiny nipples until the touch became painful. Only the release she so desperately needed would free her of the pain. His erotic licking and biting of her breasts became intolerable. Panting and moaning, she rubbed harder, finding any pressure she could against her clit.

Exploding without warning, Ella screamed, long and loud, letting go. Heavy convulsions racked her slender form and Adam pressed against her as hard as she did against him. Every muscle in her body went rigid, and tremors of pleasure rolled through her, slow to subside. All the while she could feel Adam’s eyes on her intently, falling through every second of her orgasm with her, holding her tight in his arms, letting her convulse against his stiff cock.

Wrapping her arms around Adam, she collapsed against him, securely held in his embrace. Still breathing heavily, her skin glowed and her sex tingled. Never coming down completely from her orgasm, the craving to have Adam inside her was strong. Held against him, she felt his cock pulse, and became aware of his need.

Sliding down his body, and off his lap, her knees touched the floor. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at him. Adam was radiant with satisfaction; the look on his face told her that holding her in his arms as she rocked through orgasm had a deep effect on him. She knew that look; she was beginning to know him in the most intimate of ways.

However, his look was not pure satisfaction. The lustful, needy look in his eyes stuck a deep chord of desire in her. She wanted to pleasure him as much as he did her. With her fingers on the soft skin of his cock, she touched him with lightly. Just brushing enough for him to feel, but not enough to bring him to a peak, Ella lovingly stimulated him.

Adam moaned. “Ella…please, Ella.” There was no specific request in his plea, just an expression of need, a need she understood.

Ella leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, pre-cum seeping out, wetting her lips. Breathing deeply, she smelled Adam’s sex, his virile male scent of arousal. He leaned back, holding his weight with his hands on the bed behind him, and spread his legs invitingly.

That he would allow her to be so intimate, give her the pleasure of his taste and let her have him, was nearly too much. Heavy heat and sensation flooded Ella’s lower body. She covered his hard knob with her mouth, tasting him, wanting all of him. Gripping his stalk, she squeezed and stroked with her mouth still over him, caressing around the thick knob with her tongue.

Ella looked up, watching Adam pant, his eyes half closed. There was nothing she wanted more than to take everything he had to give, see him taken by pleasure, unable to resist. With one hand, she reached between his legs, rolling his hot balls in her hand. The sensation of touching him in that way tightened her clit and made her newly wet. She felt a drop of her own moisture roll down her inner thigh.

Wondering if she might come again before he did, Ella went to her pleasuring of Adam with new verve. Unable to hold back her urge to drive Adam crazy under her licking and stroking, she lowered her mouth over him, taking more of his length. With one hand, she squeezed the base of his cock, and heard his deep, masculine whimper.

To see him so vulnerable, so turned on, and so open to her, pushed her to the verge of orgasm. “Come for me, Adam,” she whispered, and lowered her mouth over him again, this time not stopping. She was no longer playing at his arousal, but intent on giving him the orgasm she knew he needed.

Holding the base firmly in one hand, she pumped her mouth up and down his cock, slowing and sucking hard around the knob. Over and over, faster and faster, she repeated the action. Doing that to Adam was so sexy, so hot, her clit ached for pressure, and she rubbed her other hand over her pussy. Sensation spun out of control. With Adam in her mouth and her hand vibrating over the top of her clit, she was thrown into a release she had no power over.