Charmed (18 page)

“Adrian is a good friend, and I can think of no better choice for her. I would be pleased to have them marry. I want my sister to be happy. She deserves it.”

“Yes, she does. I adore her, and I’ve only known her a short time.” Ella looked over, seeing Adrian put his arm around Fiorella, ever the gentleman. It was so romantic.

“And he will help her with the restaurant,” Adam said. “It doesn’t hurt that he’s an attorney now. There are a lot of legalities involved with owning a commercial establishment in Rio.”

“That’s perfect. I’m glad she won’t have to do it alone. She’s so talented. Everything she makes is superb.”

“Definitely.”

After dinner, Adam and Ella danced again. Not far away, Adrian danced with Fiorella, her emerald dress swishing around as she kicked and hopped. Having so little experience with parties, it wasn’t much for Ella to say it was the best party she’d ever been to. But it was, by far. Brazilians loved to dance; that was clear to her. The loud music, colorful dresses, and beautiful people were amazing.

Most amazing of all was Adam. He was so handsome and so sexy and so devastatingly charming, that by the time they left, Ella was hotter for him than she’d ever been and couldn’t wait to be alone with him.

In the soft light of the room, Ella stood by the bed with Adam in front of her, not touching her. Still dressed in their formal wear, darkness blanketing the window, they looked into each other’s eyes. Ella’s hair was still wound in an elegant style, held in place with a silver clip. Adam reached out, undoing the clip and letting her hair fall around her shoulders. The simple movement sent electricity through Ella’s body; still and waiting, she wanted every slow-moving second to last forever.

Adam’s amber eyes, full of emotion, radiated through her, deep into her soul. Weak and tingling, she stood before him, wanting his touch, craving his closeness. She wanted to press against him, run her hands through his hair, tousled and sexy from dancing. But she didn’t. Waiting, knowing it would happen as part of this sensual dream, heightened the urge. Still she didn’t move.

Looking at his eyes, his handsome face, his lean, chiseled body was enough. Just to look. Just to have him there, alone with her. Just to know he was hers. She thought again of her fantasy, being fully naked with Adam still wearing the stiff, tailored tux. Warmth spread through her.

He could have kissed her. He could have done many things. Yet he didn’t. Kneeling before her, Adam looked up, still holding her gaze. Without saying a word, he put his hands inside the front slit of her dress and Ella held her breath. The satin rustled ever so softly in the quiet of the room.

She felt his hands on her hips, holding her possessively, and she knew he was watching her expression, drinking in her reaction. Licking her lips, she fought for control. Pulling, he lowered the satin briefs she’d worn under the dress, perfect for maintaining modesty while dancing. Now, they did anything but.

Down he slid the light garment, and Ella felt him bare her in a way only he could. With the satin at her ankles, he removed her sandals and she stepped out of the briefs. Still fully clothed in the long blue dress, she felt more naked than she ever had. Underneath, the satin settled against her bare ass, and tiny fingers of air flowed across her wetness.

Ella wanted to speak, to let him know the effect he had on her, to fall into the emotion overtaking all her senses. Instead she let the sensations have their way, open to the feeling washing through her. Adam stood and there was a look in his eyes she didn’t quite recognize—fiercer, more demanding.

“Turn,” he said. “Turn around.”

Ella turned so her back was to him, her heart pounding hard in her chest. It wasn’t fear exactly, but, hanging on the precipice of something new, she quivered.

“Bend over, Ella, all the way. Stretch your arms out and put your head on the bed. I want your ass lifted up to me. Do you hear?”

Ella did as he asked, and with her arms stretched up and her head down, her breasts pressed into the mattress. The pressure against her nipples was welcome. At his mercy, she held her position, craving everything Adam wanted from her, everything he wanted to do with her.

The cool satin raked against her thighs as Adam raised the back of her dress. Ella’s breathing came in short, fast gasps. The hem of the dress was up to her waist, and her ass was naked in the chilly air of the room, exciting her.

Adam cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, his heat burning into her. Squeezing and rubbing, he caressed her gently. Molten heat ran through her lower body. She panted softly. Adam kissed her bare bottom with an unfamiliar intimacy. His hands ran down her thighs and back up. He pressed his check against her.

Guiding her to spread her legs wider, Adam pulled his fingers over her wet slit. Ella whimpered. Adam began kissing her tender outer lips and running his tongue through her cream. She pressed her ass higher, craving the sensation. Holding one strong hand under her belly, he lifted her slightly, opening her to him more.

With the tip of his tongue he caressed her hot pussy, swirling around her clit intermittently. His motions drove her crazy and she began to pant faster. The sound of her voice muffled into the bed, her face pressed against it in delicious agony.

The stimulation stopped and air touched her wet skin, shoving her closer to the need for release. Adam kissed her bare bottom, over and over, while fingering her clit. Ella felt so vulnerable, bent low on the bed, allowing him to fondle her so intimately.

Whimpering, she pressed her face into the sheets, her voice muffled. Adam placed his hands on her belly, lifting her up and burying his face in her pussy. He licked her wet slit, teasing her tender folds, unhinging her completely.

Sliding one hand down her belly, he cupped her sex, holding her in his firm grasp, breaking down any inhibition she clung to. With her ass high, he spread her outer lips, opening her. She gasped.

Running his tongue along her pussy, he carried her to new heights of sensation. Placing his palm over her pubis, pressing against her bare skin, he rubbed with a back-and-forth motion, the waves radiating through her clit and into her vagina.

So wet and wanting, she knew she was dripping onto his hand. Caressing her to the brink of orgasm, he withdrew just before she relaxed into it. Gently opening her with his fingertips, he blew on her exposed clit. She cried out with pleasure from the tight pain he’d caused. Blowing again, Adam caused her to tense in anticipation.

Slipping two fingers inside her and stroking with a paced rhythm, his thumb tapped the tip of her clit on each entry. Her legs quivered and her sex throbbed. Precariously, she balanced, relishing the feeling and resisting the urge to give in to her avid craving for release. Removing his fingers, Adam spread her cream around her vagina, the lubrication intensifying the sensation.

His hot tongue slicked over her quivering pussy, flicking over her most sensitive area. Panting and whimpering, Ella was at his mercy. With precision, he swirled his tongue around her clit, avoiding the sensitive tip. The erotic feeling, centered deep in her vagina, increased with every motion of his tongue. No longer able to hold back or wanting to, Ella gave in, letting orgasm crash through her.

Her legs stiffened and her vagina tensed. Under the onslaught of Adam’s tantalizing tongue, Ella let go. As she screamed into the bed, the power of her release rocked her body, ravaging her until she collapsed, feeling Adam’s cheek pressed between her legs, knowing he felt every vivid pulse that went through her.

Waiting only a few seconds for Ella to recover, Adam put his arms around her and lifted her up. Turning her, he held her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, her taste on his lips. Massaging his tongue next to hers, pressing hard against her lips, he conveyed his desire.

Pulling back, her lips swollen from the lip-bruising kiss, he fisted his hands in her hair. Adam leaned in, licking down her neck and across her rounded breasts. Kissing her collarbone and under her chin, he worked his way back to her mouth. As he kissed her deeply, his tongue stroked along hers, and his hands roamed over her back down to her ass. His adoring touches aroused her again, her recent orgasm only a taste of what was to come.

Adam slipped off his shoes but otherwise remained fully clothed. Watching him, her sex clenched, still tingling from orgasm. Wishing he would just strip and plunge into her, fucking her senseless, but at the same time wanting his lovemaking to never end, she floundered with conflicting desire.

Brushing her hair back from her face and running his fingers along her jaw, he let his hands drift over her breasts. She bit her lower lip. How many times had he fondled her breasts, kissed her nipples, and brought her near orgasm with that alone? Now she wished he would. Instead he reached behind and unzipped her dress. Excitement coursed through her.

Letting the dress fall, he helped her step out, and tossed it over a nearby chair. Wearing only her pale blue satin bra and the blue garnet necklace, she tried to anticipate Adam’s next move, but could not. He leaned in and kissed along her neck, scorching her skin wi
th his love. Her heart swelled.

He kissed over the tops of her breasts and along her arms, avoiding her nipples. Making her wait for his touch meant she craved it all the more. Reaching behind, Adam undid her bra, took it off, and tossed it away. The cold air hit her nipples, causing them to pucker. Would he touch them, kiss them? She
wanted him to, but wasn’t sure.

Her eyes roamed over Adam, still dressed in his tux. God, he was handsome. Even in the muted light, his golden hair gleamed and his amber eyes shone. “Adam,” she whispered. He ran his finger over her lower lip and her nipples tensed. She arched her back just a little to encourage him.

A hint of a smile crossed Adam’s lips and then was gone. Taking her wrists in his hands, he lifted her arms over her head. She closed her eyes, thinking she’d feel his mouth on her achy nipples. Instead, she felt hot kisses over her collarbone and down the sides of her breasts. Adam kissed under her arms, and erotic waves rolled through her. Kissing and licking her underarms, he never touched her breasts.

How much she could endure, she wasn’t sure. Adam found patches of skin she’d never known were sensitive. Every nerve in her body tingled, and she whimpered again.

“Ella,” he whispered. Lowering her arms, he sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. Under the black material of his tux slacks she could feel his hardness against her thigh. Adam held her in his arms, and she felt so naked in contrast to his formal attire. Dreams could come true—she loved to be naked and caressed by him while he still wore the sexy tux.

Leaning down, Adam covered one of her nipples with his mouth and she cried out. He kissed and licked her nipples, biting at random and holding one of the distended peaks in his teeth. Hurt stabbed at her, making her clit tighten. She willed him to continue, but he didn’t. Sliding her off his lap, he laid her on her back. Ella watched in amazement as he began to undress.

First the black bowtie came off. He tossed it onto her belly and she put her hand over it, rubbing across her bare skin. Next the jacket, revealing his muscled arms covered by the long white sleeves of his shirt. He removed the cufflinks and tossed them on the nightstand, the clink of metal against the wood a type of sensual note.

He unbuttoned the vest and slid it off, letting it drop to the floor. Riveted, Ella watched every move. Adam unbuttoned his starched shirt and pulled the hem out of his slacks. Pulling it off revealed his tan, toned chest with soft, golden hair. Ella thought of burying her face in it and of biting his nip
ples, ragged with need for him.

As he bent to remove his socks, she watched his biceps flex and eyed his narrow waist. Standing, he looked into her eyes as he undid the dress slacks and unzipped them. He paused before letting them fall and kicking them away. As he stood before her in tight black briefs, she stared at the bulge underneath. Ella willed her hand to move, to rip them down so she could see Adam, completely unprotected. But her hand didn’t move.

Spellbound, she watched Adam lower the dark briefs, his erection springing out. Her breathing became rough and rapid. She stretched her hand toward him, beckoning him to her. He moved closer to the bed, his cock swaying slightly with each step. Ella looked at his gorgeous cock, poking out of a patch of golden pubic hair, his heavy balls tucked underneath.

Reaching out, she touched it lightly with her fingers, and Adam moaned. Batting softly, she watched his cock sway and relished the look on his face. She rolled on her side and gripped the base, squeezing and stroking. Adam grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

Kissing her palm, he slid onto the bed beside her, running his fingers over the gems in the necklace she still wore. Reaching behind her neck, he undid the clasp, removing the necklace and setting it next to the cufflinks.

Ella felt heat unfurl deep inside her and her heart ached with a delicious feeling. Moisture flowed between her legs and her red, distended nipples tensed so hard they hurt. Adam played his thumb over the peaks, turning them to tiny pe
bbles, making her clit tighten.

He ran his finger across her belly, and Ella lost her hand in his hair. Leaning over, he kissed her softly, savoring the touch. Slipping lower, he tapped her nipples with his tongue and she arched her back. He slid down her body, covering her with warm kisses, down her ribs, belly, and over her hips.

Turning her onto her stomach, Adam kissed along her spine, and, spreading her legs, he licked her pussy, stopping before she became too aroused. His hands ran down her thighs and her calves, all the way to her ankles. She bent her knees and touched his hard length with the soles of her feet. Stroking his erection that way, she heard him moan.

Turning her over, Adam straddled her, placing his palms on her ribcage. Ella cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand, making his eyes half close. Caressing his inner thighs, she felt the strong muscles and the soft golden hair. With her fingertip, she touched the tip of his cock, dipping into the wetness and rubbing it around the knob.

Adam leaned up, letting her kiss the velvet skin tight over his arousal. She licked and kissed, listening to Adam’s ragged breathing. Bending his knees, he leaned back from her mouth, letting his heavy member rest on her abdomen. The weight of it, the virile sight of it, made her sex burn.

She ran her hand over the velvety skin, watching his amber eyes darken. His pleasure ignited hers and she grasped the thick knob in her hand, rubbing around it, eliciting deep moans from Adam. Keeping one hand on his cock, she reached up and pinched his nipples, pulling and tweaking.