A force swelled within her, hard and compelling as she watched him watching her, felt the oh-so-gentle sweep of his fingertips, a counterpoint to the steady, demanding invasion of his body. Her skin tightened, there was a moment of absolute perfect stillness as his gaze devoured her. Then he muttered something guttural and urgent in Greek, his next thrust hard and true, and her body erupted in bright flames.
Alice was soaring high, jerking and arching in release, when he moved forward, propping himself over her on powerful arms.
He was still too far away. Even as she clamped around him and released with ever-diminishing strength, Alice wanted more. She wanted his chest against hers, his arms around her. His head buried at her neck or his lips on hers. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and not let go.
She wanted them to betogether.
‘Please.’ She grabbed his shoulders, curling needy fingers around his smooth, rounded flesh, and tugged.
For a second more he held back, before lying like a living blanket over her—hot, silky flesh with a scattering of crisp chest hair.
Alice took her hands from his shoulders and slid her arms around his ribs, squeezing tight. Then Adoni lowered his lips to her throat, lavishing moist kisses across hyper-sensitised flesh so she shuddered as the dying embers of pleasure sparked anew.
He shifted between her open thighs, the angle of his penetration changing, stealing her breath all over again.
Was it crazy? This leap of the heart as they melded into one being?
Yes, it was sex, simple physical coupling. But there was more too. Something about being this near to Adoni, his heart thundering against hers, his breath sharp and humid on her skin. One strong arm tucked under her hips to angle her for his pleasure, but the other cordoned her as close as if they were one.
Adoni dipped down to kiss a trail to her breast. Then his mouth settled on her nipple, dragging it hard into his mouth as he withdrew and thrust into her. The harder he sucked, the quicker his tempo, till her blood sprinted in her arteries, her breath ragged as she strived to match his rhythm.
It wasn’t enough. She lifted a leg, anchoring around his hip, and was rewarded by a growl of approval that aroused her almost as much as what he was doing to her body. Alice slid her other leg high, jostled against him as she curved her calf over him and locked her ankles.
Adoni lifted his head, his eyes dark as he powered into her, his mouth a flat line of concentration. When he loosened his grip Alice almost protested, except he slid his hand down her belly to the place where they joined and pressed hard on that sensitive nub.
One thrust, their bodies moving as one. Another. And on the third Alice’s hands curled in hard, like talons against the slippery satin of his back. She arched her head back and screamed his name, feeling the writhing force swirl and rise and explode so hard she shattered. Ecstasy took her, sharpening every sense. So when he jerked, spine bowing, a stream of words tumbling from his lips as he ejaculated in throbbing waves, Alice felt everything with exquisite clarity.
They clung through the aftershocks, cradling, soothing, as if afraid to pull away.
At least that was how it felt to Alice.
Maybe it was like this every time with Adoni.
She was so wrung out, teetering even now, as if on the brink of a great height, she wondered if it was possible to pass out from pleasure.
‘Are you okay?’ The words feathered against her neck. She felt the shape of them more than heard them. He cleared his throat. ‘Alice?’
‘Yes. Fine.’ Part of her, the only part with any energy left to expend, silently laughed.
If that’s fine, what’s good like?
‘Too heavy.’ His words sounded slurred as his muscles tensed, ready to move.
‘No! Stay.’ Alice wanted to remain like this as long as she could. She felt joined, not just physically but mentally. She and Adoni together were somehow greater than they were separately.
He gently kissed her chin, half propping himself on one elbow to take some of his weight but not moving away.
Well-being hummed through Alice. Pleasure, contentment. And when he kissed her again, lingering as if addicted to the taste of her, something far more profound consumed her.
She felt as if she belonged.
* * *
Pink and apricot streaks of sunlight brightened the dawn sky when Adoni caressed her awake. She’d stretched, slow and cautious, feeling the unfamiliar sensations in her body after last night’s lovemaking. But they hadn’t stopped her responding enthusiastically.
Now, after a long, satisfying and educational bout of foreplay, Alice gasped as Adoni finally filled her. She arched her back, feeling the depth of his possession in every rioting pleasure point. Hands and knees sinking a little into the mattress, she pushed back just as he moved against her from behind and drew a low groan of pleasure from him.
The sound made her heady with pleasure.Shemade him feel like that. Nor was her satisfaction just from a sense of power. She wanted him to enjoy his own release. She’d had her own climax this morning. It was his turn.