Charmed (7 page)

It was Adam. It was really him. He was with her, touching her, making her life bright again.

Ella would never have imagined that board shorts, wildly patterned in orange, yellow, and black, could be sexy. But on Adam they were. With just the shorts, a pale yellow T-shirt, and bare feet, he was completely delectable. She bounced up from the bed and into his arms, running her hands through his tousled, golden hair. A stray thought that the Brazilian sun was brighter than at the beach in Newport crossed her mind; his hair was streaked with bright blond through the golden hue.

“Adam…Adam,” she kept repeating. Pressing her body against him, she wrapped her arms aroun
d his shoulders, hugging tight.

“I am so happy to see you,” he whispered with his face nuzzled in her hair. “I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea.”

“I do. I do,” she said. “I nearly died when you stopped calling.”

Adam lifted her off her feet, hugging and kissing her. “You are beautiful, so beautiful. What a sight, to see you here in my room. I could hardly believe it when Nico told me you were here. I had to come see for myself.”

“Nico?”

“My bodyguard.”

“Yes, you have a lot of guards, I see. You never had any in Newport. I was surprised. I don’t think they liked me showing up without prior notice.”

“Well, this is not Newport. The beach, your life there, is a world apart. There you were safe. Here, you are not. I had no need of guards in California. But here at home, unfortunately, they are required…which reminds me, I should be very angry with you.”

“Should be?”

“Yes, you didn’t do as I asked.”

“Well, what you asked was impossible. You couldn’t expect me to stay away, knowing you might be in danger…that you were, most certainly, in danger.”

“Yes, well, I see your point. Surely, no one would dare harm me when they see you. Just the sight of your imposing figure would terrify them,” Adam chided, his eyes sparkling.

“You are making fun of me. But don’t underestimate me. I’m here now. And I intend to help you. Even though you haven’t told me what the trouble is. But whatever it is, I can help. You may not believe that, but it’s true,” Ella said firmly.

“You have helped, just by being here. The life had gone out of me, but holding you in my arms again has brought it back.”

“And don’t even think of sending me back. I won’t go. Period.”

Adam smiled. “We will talk about that later. For now, we are together.”

Ella placed her palm on his cheek, his skin warm to the touch, and the electricity between them radiated through her. The gaping hole inside her, caused by Adam’s departure, was mended. She felt whole again, bright again, alive again. Looking into his eyes, she witnessed the same emotion in him. The look of longing in his gaze resonated with her; she felt the same, unbearable longing.

“I want you,” Adam said, deep in his throat, hardly able to get the words out. “I am so sorry I made you unhappy. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips, just to tempt, letting the energy spark between them. Ella’s lips tingled from the tender kiss, and she wanted more. With Adam, she always wanted more.

“But your mother and sister,” Ella cautioned.

“They are on the other side of the house, and with these thick walls, they’ll never hear anything.”

The knowledge that she could be with Adam, in every sense, warmed Ella deep to the core. The love she felt for him was a live thing, a powerful force. He had only to look at her to arouse her more than any man ever had; one light kiss radiating to every part of her body and tightening her sex. She reached out and traced Adam’s bottom lip with her fingertip; the innocent touch sending him out of control.

A fleeting second passed as she looked into his fiery eyes, then he kissed her again. This time harder, releasing the passion held inside for too long—for both of them. Ella kissed back, dipping her tongue against his, swirling and sinking it deep like she wanted to be inside him, just as she wanted him inside her. Adam grasped a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck. His hot kisses burned against her sensitized skin, and she whimpered with pleasure.

“Undress for me,” he ordered. “I want to watch you.” Adam stepped back, barely an inch. She could feel his hot breath on her as she quickly slipped her sweater off.

“Slowly,” he whispered. “I want to enjoy it, every second of it, every second of you.”

Ella flushed at his words, slowing her movements, carefully unbuttoning her blouse.

“Yes,” he said. “Like that.”

One at a time, she undid the tiny buttons, watching his face the whole time, loving his expression. The last button slid out, her blouse falling open slightly. She looked into his eyes, hesitating, before shrugging it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. Adam sighed, looking at the plump curve of her breasts, pushed up by the satin bra she still wore.

“Take it off,” he commanded. “Take your bra off, now.”

Wetness flowed between Ella’s legs as she undid the clasp at the back. Waiting, she tortured him with delay before slowly dropping the bra straps and letting the satin undergarment drop at Adam’s feet. His gaze feasted on her pert breasts, soft and lush. He leaned closer, then back, clearly having difficulty restraining himself.

“I won’t touch you yet. I want to look. I want to savor every passing second of looking at you, bare-breasted, vulnerable, excited.”

Adam was right. Her hard nipples, tight and red, betrayed her arousal. She so wished he would touch them, imagining the feel of his lips on her skin, his tongue dragging over the distended peaks. The longer Adam looked, the harder they got. And Ella wondered if she would come, just with him looking at her, nothing else. Instinctively, she arched her back slightly, offering her breasts to him, tempting him to take his fill. Adam’s eyes flared with lust, but he didn’t move to satisfy, not yet.

“Your pants,” he said gruffly.

Ella undid the button of her cotton pants, and lowered the zipper one increment at a time. She could feel the effect she had on him, going ever so slowly to delay his gratification of seeing her fully naked. With the zipper all the way down she stopped, her breathing fast and shallow.

“Off. Take them off,” he ordered.

Ella slid her thumbs inside the waistband at her hips, and with purpose, slid the pants over her round ass, down to the top of her thighs.

“All the way,” Adam commanded thickly, sounding as if his throat were swollen.

Ella bent forward a little, so close to Adam she could feel the soft smattering of hair covering his chest. So badly, she wanted to bury her face in it, and kiss him, lick him. But she didn’t. Slowly, she lowered her pants to her knees. Standing, she kicked off her shoes and moved them aside. Not waiting for Adam’s command, she shoved her pants to her ankles.

Adam bent before her, grabbing the pants, and said, “Step out.”

Now in panties only, Ella had never felt more naked. It was as though Adam could see through the thin covering over her sex, and the satin panties served no purpose except to tantalize him. He moved slowly to stand, brushing past the satin triangle covering her. She thought he might kiss her there when he hesitated. But he didn’t.

Standing again, he looked into her eyes. “Your panties, please.”

And Ella was sure that was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her. Her sex vibrated with the command and her soaked panties were drenched again from the wetness he elicited. Now a bit shaky, she moved her palms down her belly, avoiding touching her sensitive breasts, and placed her fingers over the satin strip between her legs. The urge to press against her needy sex was hard to suppress, but she knew that wasn’t what Adam wanted.

“Yes, Ella, beautiful Ella. I want to see you completely naked. Pull down your panties.”

His words raked across her sensitized body and she quivered. Knowing that once she was naked, surely he would touch her, she hooked her fingers inside the panties and slid them down in one sweeping motion, all the way to her ankles. Standing, she stepped out of them, now completely naked for Adam’s view. He looked at her with soft eyes, drinking in the view of the woman he wanted more than life itself, unable to get enough of her beauty.

Ella was so sexually excited that she felt like she was floating. Every nerve in her body was alert, waiting for, praying for Adam’s touch. She watched as he lifted his shirt off and tossed it away. Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch his muscled chest, to finger his taut nipples. Her breathing sped when he put his fingers in the waistband of his colorful shorts. Did he have anything under them?

That question was quickly answered when he yanked down the light shorts and his hard cock sprang into view. Ella gasped at the sight. He was so impossibly virile. His heavy cock, balls tucked tight underneath, was a sight she could never get enough of. He may want to look at her, but she wanted to look at him just as much—maybe more.

“On the bed, on your stomach,” he said, still not touching her, driving her crazy. She turned and slid on top of the soft quilt, turning
her head to look back at him.

“You are the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen,” he said, staring at her bare back, her firm ass, and her long, slender legs.

“Lift your arms over your head,” he said.

Ella did so, but kept looking at him. He stepped closer, standing by her feet. A sudden impulse struck her, impelled by the overpowering need to touch him, to be intimate. Bending one leg, she lifted her foot and cupped Adam’s balls with the underside of her toes. God, it felt heavenly. His heavy balls weighed on the back of her toes.

He moaned, but didn’t move, allowing her to feel him in that way. She curled her toes around his balls, barely lifting them and then letting go. Adam moaned again. Wiggling her toes sensually against his balls, she massaged them with the tips of her toes; she caressed him in this new way and felt closer to him than she’d thought possible.

“Stop. I’ll come,” he said, moving back and clutching her foot in his hands. Lowering her leg, he bent beside the bed and kissed her feet. Losing himself in touching her at last, he sucked on her toes each one in turn. It felt like a string attached from each toe to her clit, as each time he sucked her clit tightened
as if he’d kissed it directly.

Leaning over her, Adam straddled her hips. He slid his hands up, along her spine to her neck. Placing his hands over hers, he held her arms over her head and kissed her neck so many times it became pleasantly painful. Panting loudly now, Ella let him have his way with her. Every touch and every caress pushing her to some insane limit of pleasure, and she only wanted more. She wanted everything he could give.

Adam touched her and kissed her all over, making her keep her arms overhead, putting her completely under his control. Just the touch of the quilt under her was enough to stimulate her clit, such was her sensitization. Realizing she was approaching her peak, she marveled that the entire experience was like one long orgasm, there never being a sharp pierce of pleasure, but a slow, burning, overpowering pleasure; a wave she’d been riding since Adam entered the room.

His hands squeezed her naked buttocks and she whimpered. Feeling his palms cup her, followed by his hot kisses, was so sexy. If he would just do that long enough…

His strong hands parted her thighs and her sex throbbed. “Ella,” he whispered, “I have to be inside you.”

Oh God, yes. Please.
It was all she wanted.

His hard knob touched her wet opening, and together they moaned, thrown into a heavy passion commanding their awareness. The touch felt so good, Ella spread her thighs more, encouraging him to give her what she needed most. His hot cock, like steel, slid inside her, deep, oh so deep. With no effort, Adam stretched her and filled her. She was so wet her vagina accepted all he had. Moaning and pressing back against him, Ella felt a satisfaction that she had no idea could exist.

Adam held his weight on his elbows while he fucked her from behind. Ella rocked her hips up and down, matching his motions. Louder and faster they panted, sweating, needy. Nothing existed but each other; no time, no life, no one else. Only the intensity of being together, feeling each other, being one. And they were one; they both felt it. And it was the most incredible feeling Ella had ever experienced.

She wanted to hold Adam inside her forever. She never wanted him to leave. The deeper he plunged, the better it felt. And the faster and harder he fucked, the more her body responded. Having no idea how long Adam stroked her, time seeming to still, Ella felt a strong orgasmic wave pulse inside her. The strong muscles of her vagina clenched Adam’s cock relentlessly and he came at the same time. His cum pulsed into her, his body turning to rigid steel. She screamed in a breathy voice as she rocked into a long, intense orgasm; it threatened to hold her in its erotic vice indefinitely. On and on she panted and moaned, deep
satisfaction flooding her core.

Collapsing against the bed, she felt Adam drop beside her, his leg over the back of her thighs. He rested, unmoving, his own orgasm having sucked every last drop from him. Ella couldn’t come back into herself for some time, and was content to feel him pressed against her, knowing they were together. There would never be another man like Adam. There never could be. He was special in every way and she craved him, impossibly. She knew she’d done the right thing, going to Brazil to find him. If there ever had been any doubt, it was certainly swept away by his loving reception.