The Tycoon's Temporary Bride: Book Four (30 page)

“Oh yes, ride me baby,” Adam whispered. His
hand roamed intimately over her other breast—each caress a command.
He sucked her so ravenously and deeply, her hardened nipple hit
against his throat, heightening her desire.

As their commingled moans of delight filled
the room, Adam cupped her buttocks with one hand, and pulled her
snugly against his male muscle, and soon the thrusts of his hips
were matching the tempo of the suction of his mouth on her right
breast, and the kneading of his palm on her left. Pleasure pounded
in her brain, spread to her heart and spilled into every cell of
her body, setting her ablaze.

“Adam… Adam,” she panted as she felt the
simultaneous throbbing of her breasts and the walls of her sex grow
into an unbearable ache. With no command to hold it this time,
Tashi let it explode deep inside her. Her body tightened into a
numb shock of delight, then she screamed as a torrent of fiery
sensations washed over her. She clung to Adam, drenched in pleasure
and sweat.

“Lovely, lovely,” Adam crooned against her
breast.

While she was still caught in the wave of her
orgasm, he switched his mouth and hand on her breasts and repeated
his sensual assault, sucking, kneading, and thrusting, tentatively
at first, then deeper and harder as her passion escalated to a new
and sensational height, until she was drowning in another orgasmic
wave, and she threw her head back and cried out his name.

“
Sì, così caldo. Così caldo e selvaggio.
Vieni per me, mia dolce piccola Tashi. Vieni per me. Vieni!
So
hot, so hot and wild, come for me, my sweet, little Tashi.”

While Tashi recovered from the onslaught of
her third and fourth climaxes, Adam’s mouth made a wet hot trail to
the pulsing hollow of her neck, up her chin, to her lips where he
kissed her gently as a butterfly sipping nectar from a petal. As
her tremors ceased, Tashi’s heart swelled with her love for
him.

She felt him cradling her, and then he was
moving, shifting his weight on the mattress, reaching out to turn
off the bed lamp, inviting back the flickering shadows of the
candles, and then she was lying on her back and he was crouched
over her, supporting his upper body on his arms with his lower half
joined to hers as they were before they’d begun their game. They’d
come full circle. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, the
expression on his face promising her that they hadn’t even begun
yet.

“Playing that game really loosened you up,
didn’t it?” he asked, smiling down at her.

“Yes, it did.” She tucked his hair behind his
ears and brushed her knuckles against his cheek where a five
o’clock shadow was making its appearance. He’d given her so much
pleasure already, and yet he’d taken none for himself. He was as
patient in bed as he was in every other area of his life. She, on
the other hand was anxious to experience the ultimate act of
lovemaking—to indulge in the carnal debauchery her teachers had
warned her against.

“I long for you, Adam. I burn for you.” As
she gazed into his beautiful blues, shimmering brilliantly in the
candlelight, Tashi couldn’t hold back the tears that seeped from
the corners of her eyes. Maybe she was too weak to contain them, or
maybe her love was too strong to be contained.

“Oh, Tashi. I burn for you.” He sipped her
tears and brushed her temples with his fingers. “I promised to kiss
every inch of you before the night was out. But there is one
special place I’d love to kiss before I make you mine. Can you
guess where that place is?”

Tashi felt warm and feminine. “You want to
kiss the gates of my celestial palace?”

“Not just the gates,
cara.
I mean to
sweep my tongue inside you and lick the walls, the ceiling, and the
floor of your valley of delight until they collapse in my mouth.”
He thrust his hips forward as he spoke, pushing a new wave of
desire through her. “Yes, like that,” he whispered when she began
to tremble under him. “I want to feel you falling to pieces in my
mouth, and then I want to feel you fall to pieces again while I’m
buried deep inside you, my Little Eve.”

“Show me.” Tashi clasped her hands on the
sides of his head and buried her fingers in his hair as he began to
kiss and caress his way down her body. He brushed his lips against
her brows, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, then his mouth closed
over hers briefly in a sweet kiss before moving to the hollow of
her throat, where he licked her sensitive skin. He kissed the sides
of her bells of love, and gently, soothingly, his lips skimmed
across her stiff nipples as if he knew they were too sensitive for
a deeper, more meaningful caress.

His tenderness and thoughtfulness shook Tashi
to the core and she felt herself floating on a cloud of fiery
titillation as Adam worshipped her with his mouth and hands. He
kissed her stomach, drawing skin and flesh gingerly into his mouth,
nibbling with his teeth, massaging with his tongue, arousing her
senses as her admiration and love mounted into unadulterated
lust.

He emitted a deep groan, then his fingers
stroked her quivering stomach as he plunged his tongue into the
shallow groove of her belly button, cautiously at first, then more
fastidiously as if he were trying to lick the last drop of his
favorite gelato from the bottom of a chocolate cone.

Tashi closed her eyes and curled her fingers
into Adam’s hair at the delirious stimulations that the combination
of feathery caresses and steady thrusts were generating in her.
Never would she have imagined that her belly button was such an
erogenous zone. She was learning so much about the thrills of
lovemaking—so much, she thought as her whole being seemed to awaken
and respond to the lascivious call to mate.

As she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, Adam
trailed his tongue along the thin dark line extending from her
belly button to her pubic area, then his fingers were twirling into
her thatch of hair, and he was tugging, gently stirring the
underlying elements of her
mons
and deepening her sexual
arousal and fantasies.

He raised his head and smiled at her. “You
know one of the things I love most about you?” he asked in a thick
hoarse voice, his eyes like blue diamonds flickering in the
candlelight.

He loved something about her?
Was that
a figure of speech or did he just admit that he loved her? “What?”
Tashi asked on a breathless whisper.

“That you’re not bald down here, that you
just shave around the borders and trim the edges into a flat, silky
mat. It’s very natural, very sexy, like you.”

As Tashi reveled in the sweet compliment,
Adam nudged her legs apart and settled himself between them. He
flipped his hair over his shoulders out of his way then dipped his
head, hovering above the most private part of her being, the place
where he had cared for when she was too sick to do it herself.

Tashi was certain now that she’d fallen in
love with Adam the night he’d crawled through her bedroom window to
rescue her. He didn’t even know her then, had only talked to her
for a few minutes three days prior, yet he’d come to her aid when
she’d called, and not only that, but he’d picked her up and held
her in his arms without hesitation, even though she was covered in
filth.

As she’d gazed into his eyes and thanked him
for cleaning her up, she’d felt something pierce through her heart,
then a burst of energy, euphoria, warmth, and awareness of him as a
man had washed over her. It must have been love. Unrecognized at
the time, because she’d never experienced it before. But she knew
it now—oh did she know it—she thought with bliss as Adam’s breath,
slow and deep fanned the mat of hair on her Venus mound.

He dipped his head and took a deep long
inhale as if he were trying to become familiar with the true
essence of her femininity, of all she had to offer as a woman.
“
L'odore è inebriante
. Your scent is intoxicating. I’m drunk
with you. Tell me what you want,
cara
,” he whispered,
placing a hand on her belly and pressing the heel into the area
just above her groin as if testing the exterior regions of her
feminine landscape. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Fire raced through Tashi’s blood at the
thought of Adam’s mouth fused to the most intimate part of her
body, his tongue swirling inside her as it had swirled in her
mouth, then later to experience the ecstasy of his jade stalk
thrusting deep inside her. She didn’t bear his name yet, but in her
heart, her mind, and soul, Tashi had already claimed Adam Andreas
as her own, had already pledged her life and her body to him
forever, so giving herself to him felt like the most natural thing
in the world. She knew in her heart that as long as she lived, she
would never share her body with another man.
Temporary
couldn't break that bond, nor change her fate.

“
Cara
...”

“I want—” She licked her dry lips. “I want
you to kiss my cinnabar cave, Adam. I want you to open the folds of
my hidden palace, lick my precious pearl, thrust your tongue inside
me, graze upon the path of my yin, and make me come. I want to fall
to pieces in your mouth, Adam.”

“
Dio! Sono ubriaco con la vostra essenza,
annegando nel tuo amore, tesoro mio. Dolore per il sapore delizioso
di voi sulla mia lingua
. I’m drunk with your essence, drowning
in your love, my darling. I ache for the delightful tastes of you
on my tongue,” he translated for her as his lips brushed her red
thatch, and his breath melted into her skin.

The naughty, erotic Italian words and the
sexy sound of Adam’s accent made Tashi’s senses spin. She shuddered
as his fingers caressed the outer regions of her slick folds,
parting her, holding her open as the tip of his tongue made contact
with the naked flesh inside. She gasped and groaned from the
tantalizing sensations as he traced his tongue along the perimeter
of her clitoris in steady circular motions, and then he flicked her
sensitive knob, licking at it for a few heart-stopping seconds
before resuming his mind-blowing tracing designs.

She was a canvas, his tongue a brush, and he
was painting the picture of his passion inside her.

Over and over again, he alternated his
teasing, pushing her along passion’s fiery trail, and as she felt
herself drowning in a sea of liquid fire, Adam pressed the tip of
his tongue against the hot tight entrance of her womanhood. Her
cinnabar cave began to throb at the unexpected, yet delicious
attempt to breech its velvety walls.

“Oh God.” Tashi grabbed a handful of the silk
sheets as Adam’s mouth closed completely over her throbbing heat,
and he began to eat her, drawing her into his mouth and sucking on
her woman’s heat like a lascivious rascal who’d been on a hunger
strike for months.

“
Squisoto, semplicemente squisito
,” he
groaned, draping her thighs over his shoulder, sliding his hands
under her buttocks, lifting her off the mattress, and holding her
suspended in the air. His tongue was a buzz of activity as he
alternated between licking and flicking at her clitoris, and
probing the entrance of her quivering body, pushing deeper and
deeper into her virgin flesh, stroking her, strumming her, lapping
up the juices flowing copiously from inside her.

The fusion of sensations sent Tashi’s heart
racing, her mind whirling and her body bucking and twisting like a
live wire as Adam devoured her with his mouth. Under his masterful
lovemaking strategies, Tashi became a swift flowing river, rushing
downstream to where the current was wildest and hottest, where the
waves coiled and wrapped around her pulling her down until her body
tensed, then snapped, and she yielded. Just before she fell apart,
Adam shoved his tongue deep inside her and kept it there sending
sharp shards of purely pleasurable explosions ricocheting
throughout every pore of her being.

“I’m coming. Adam!”

“Sì,
cara. Vieni per me
.”

Tashi’s thighs tightened around Adam’s head
in a killer grip and her heels beat against his back as he
continued to suck and slurp her female nectar from her body. Then
she began shrieking, thrusting violently against Adam’s mouth until
her passion became physically unbearable. Her body tensed and
jerked. She heard a harsh groan or perhaps it was a chuckle from
Adam as she was hurled into that sweet abyss where ecstasy engulfed
her in a pit of mindless, senseless bliss, then spat her out in a
quaking ball of listless flesh.

Tashi moaned and struggled to suck precious
air into her constricted lungs as Adam lapped at her flood of hot
love juices, while he whispered softly against her quivering sex,
soothing her with his tongue and words. And then he lowered her to
the mattress and untangled her legs from around his neck. He pulled
her thighs wide and knelt between them.

Tashi opened her eyes and gazed at him, her
chest still heaving from the aftershocks of her orgasm. His cobalt
eyes were blazing with desire and his mouth resembled a glazed
donut, glittering with her juices. She wanted to lick his lips,
find out just what it was about her taste and her scent that had
driven him to such licentious lengths.

As if a window had opened from her soul to
his, he came down over her, supporting his weight on his elbows and
knees, his silky hair falling across her chest and face. “Go
ahead,” he whispered, his mouth inches from hers. “Taste your love
on my face.”

Tashi didn’t need a second invitation. She
pushed Adam’s hair out of the way and clasping his head in her
hands, she pulled him down and began licking his face like a mother
cat cleaning her kitten. Then she wrapped her lips around his and
kissed him deeply and passionately. He surrendered on a groan and a
chuckle, kissing her back with equal fervor, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth as if he were painting the roof with the juices he’d
sucked from inside her. Tashi reveled in the rudimentary eroticism,
and when she was certain there was no trace of her left in Adam’s
mouth, she let him go.