Oasis of Eden (4 page)

“Ah, I think I understand. You wish to be coaxed,” he said as if it were a revelation.

Well, if that’s what he wants to call it
…
“That would be pleasant, yes.” It was difficult to keep the sarcasm from her voice.
I swear, some men
…

“Coaxed—with words?” he verified.

“That’s the general idea.”

“I see.”

She waited, but nothing came from the big palooka. “You can start now.”

“Right.”

Still nothing. “Do you need a topic?”

After a moment he took a breath, but still no response.

“Seriously, mister—” At once his hands clamped onto her upper arms. Not hard, but adamant, and he urged her further into the darkness.

“I don’t usually have to coax a woman into my bed with words.” His rumbled attempt at flirtation, which reeked of dominating masculinity and sorely lacked in word count, caused Jade’s entire upper body to vibrate. If his statement proved true, it was a sad day for women everywhere, because that voice of his could cause the habit to fall from a nun’s body in about three seconds flat.

“Come now, my little Zsa-ninah. Let me show you an oasis of pleasure.”

At his words her spine turned to jelly.
That’s more like it—and what a cute nickname
.
Thank heavens he held her still or she would have toppled over onto the cushions he’d lead her to.

He put just enough pressure on her arms to where her knees buckled, and Jade let him lower her to the velveteen pillows. The spice scent crept back to her nose, but this time it mixed with the unique smell of the male next to her. The aroma threatened to intoxicate her, and she welcomed the mood enhancement with a deep inhalation.

“I’ll have your clothes now.”

Jade didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her naked and sprawled across the cushions on the floor of his room before she could sigh.
Oh, yes. This is definitely more like it
.
She leaned over, tucked her borrowed bracelets underneath a nearby pillow and
shivered just a bit as his fingers glided through the ends of her hair and across her shoulder blades. His touch was heaven on her skin. Excitement urged her on, and she turned toward him, pressing into his hard chest. They reclined together amongst the pillows.

One of his arms supported her upper back, and his hand curled around from behind to cup her breast. He groaned aloud as he tested its
buoyancy. Goose bumps spread over her skin in delightful little waves. Leaning down, he teased her other nipple with his tongue, and then catching it between his lips, he latched on and wiggled her breast with a slight toss of his chin.

Ensconced in absolute ecstasy, her jaw dropped open. Never, at any of the cuddle parties she’d participated in had she felt so instantly ready to come. He had both her fleshy sisters going at the same time, jiggling and bouncing against the skin of his hand and face. She closed her eyes, intending to check into his oasis of pleasure and never emerge again.

Somewhere through the haze of his seduction, she felt his free hand slide up her leg to the juncture of her thighs to tease her kitty.

“Oh. My. God,” she mouthed. She’d forgotten about his other hand. While working her breasts into a frenzy, he smoothed his fingers over her curls. Seeking to heighten the intensity, she groaned and arched, pressing her pelvis into his hand, yearning for his touch there, begging for what surely would be expert attentions.

His fingers dipped between her folds, sweeping across and up and down. After a moment he paused and acquainted himself with her sweet spot, nudging at it as if testing how much she could take. Her gasp must have informed him. He circled her spot a few times and then zeroed in.

Gads, the man knew what he was doing. All three of her favorite zones were quivering in unison under his ardent touch, sinking her into a hot, bubbling tub of sensation. His skilled stimulation increased in tempo, and she peaked into the hardest, longest orgasm of her life. Reaching down and taking hold of his hand, she pressed it to her, sustaining her pleasure.

Had Elydian not felt her pulsating beneath his fingers, he would have thought she was faking her climax. Climaxes.

Falk
!
In all of his experience, he had no idea a body was capable of such ecstasy. Then again, her soft curves may have assisted in bringing about the prolonged occurrence. When he buried himself deep into her lush flesh, would it result in multiples for him as well? Unwilling to wait any longer, he released her body and positioned his straining cock at her feminine entrance.

“Wait, wait.” Her nearly breathless words were rushed, but sounded like contented sighs.

“Wait?” Elydian could barely comprehend her suggestion—he was far too hard and eager to feel her drenched flesh surrounding his.

“I-I don’t go all the way anymore.”

Regardless of his staff being in utter command of most of his senses, zealously seeking release, he froze and spoke very slowly so that she wouldn’t misunderstand him. “I am going to take my climax inside your body. Right now.”

“No! Stop!”

In the dimness of the room, Elydian observed a flash of fear in her eyes. He gritted his teeth. He was certainly no rapist. Refusing to proceed until he knew her reason—and fully intent upon breaking down her argument, he took a guess. “Are you afraid of conceiving?”

“Well, y-yes.”

“I can use the Bliss Plant if you wish.” He tilted his head toward the corner of the room where the succulent that housed an organic sheath within its thick leaves sat.

“Um… And—”

“And?”

“W-well, the one time I went all the way I—”

He watched her throat as she swallowed convulsively.

“Yes?” He urged her to continue through clenched teeth.

“I-I found that I couldn’t separate my heart from such a personal connection.”

Her eyes shined with unshed tears, but he continued with his questioning. “What does that mean?”

A sob escaped from between her lips. “I fell for him! There. Are you satisfied?”

“Not remotely satisfied.” He growled and took her by the arms, pulling her to a seated position. Elydian knelt before her, placing his cock into her hands. He reached over and snapped off a Bliss Plant branch. From the broken end the slick juice seeped, and Elydian squeezed so that her hands and his cock were sufficiently lubricated. “You will see me to my end, and then we shall discuss your problem further.”

She thanked him with a barely audible whisper, but before he could react, her slippery hands closed around his cock, draining every other thought from his mind.

Skilled palms slid to his hilt and back again. Feathery fingers dabbled with his sack and then sketched the circumference of his head. If he didn’t come soon, he feared his
staff would remain
stiff until the next season change to punish him for the delay.

Her loose grasp pushed and pulled at him. His temperature soared in combination with the heat of her friction. Glancing down, he watched her breasts bob with her efforts. He surged between her hands, and he reached for the fleshy globes, reveling in the way they practically floated within his palms.

At once she rose onto her knees, giving him better access to her body. Elydian’s orgasm erupted from deep inside. He arched his back and pushed himself against her, his cock pressing between her slippery breasts. And then it happened. He came again.

Breathless and too euphoric to even crack a smile, Elydian lowered his chin to the top of her head. His little Zsa-ninah pressed her soft body against his, still panting from their combined efforts.

Her beauty had staggered him from the first. Different physically and emotionally from the other women he’d lain with, she seemed sure of herself—of what she wanted, of what she didn’t want. Could she be his Zsa-ninah in the truest sense? And he wasn’t contemplating making her so just because she’d drawn two concurrent, explosive orgasms from him. Coupling like that never lasted—either her stamina or his would wear out in the end.

Wouldn’t it?

Coming to his senses, he untangled himself from her and helped her to recline against the pillows. Reaching for a bathing towel he dipped it into a nearby washing bowl. He then cleansed the mixture of plant secretions and semen from his new lover’s torso, taking great care around her lovely breasts. He watched the tips pebble as he dragged the wet cloth across them.

“So beautiful,” he murmured aloud.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Elydian tossed the soiled fabric aside and returned her grin.

“So. What is your name?”

Jade groaned and rolled onto her stomach. Did he just cheapen the experience or did she just feel cheap? And what was with the sudden talkativeness?
I’ve heard of a day late and two bits short
…

“Well?”

She sighed. Pushing herself to a seated position and covering her nude body with one of the velvet throw pillows, she replied to his belated inquiry. “Jade. My name is Jade.”

“Jade,” he repeated. “I am Omari Elydian Amun.”

“Er, Yeah. That’s what that creep, Lothar-Canute, said.” She tilted her head in thought and chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “I think I’ll just call you Eli. That’s much easier than—” She lifted her hand and motioned as if a long word floated before her in the air. “—Blady, blady—bla.”

“You may call me Omari.”

“Oh, is that your first name?”

“No, it is my title. It means. commander. The one in charge. The authority.”

Oh, he wishes!
“
Of course.” Tempted to roll her eyes heavenward, she continued, “I don’t think I’ll call you ‘Commander’. Thanks anyway. Eli will do
.”

“It matters not what you call me,” he purred and pulled the pillow from her chest. “So long as you do.”

That made Jade grin. “You’re kind of a softy for being such a great beast of a fella.”

She felt more than heard the deep rumble of his chuckle. “You utter some strange words, Zsa-ninah.”

I ain’t the only one
.
“I said you are soft,” she murmured against his lips as he reclined them both back against the pillows once again. “It means—”

“I know what it means. However, you will find I am far from soft.” Eli pressed the head of his freshly stiffened shaft against her thigh.

She groaned low in her throat. “And how.” She reached for him, but he shifted his hips away from her searching hand.

“There is the matter of your problem we need to discuss.”

Gads, talk about takin’ the edge off
.
“I don’t think I wish to discuss—”

“This man with whom you fell in love with? Why is he not with you now?”

Jade shrugged. “He obviously didn’t return my affections.”

Eli’s gaze dipped to her chest for a moment. “Was he blind or stupid?”