As if he discerned her secret thoughts and desires, he bent forward to take her mouth, but not before he cupped her delicious round breasts upon his roughened palms. She cried out from the thrill of his touch and he took her cry into the hot, dark cave of his mouth.
Antonia had never before realized how sensitive were her woman’s breasts. She had hidden them for so long that now she took pleasure in simply acknowledging their existence. Once she had thought them small, but in Adam’s palms they felt perfect. As he caressed them they felt as if they were growing, swelling, hardening. They became so deliciously sensitive against his roughened skin, she wanted to scream from pleasure.
“Your body is becoming awakened fully for the first time in your life. I’m going to give you a rubdown with champagne. It will make you feel more incredibly alive than ever before.”
Antonia thought she must be dreaming. Was she really lying on a bed, imprisoned between Adam Savage’s marble thighs while he taught her about sensuality? If it was a dream, she never wanted to awaken.
He went up on his knees as he reached across her for a crystal goblet of champagne. She lifted her arms above her head, closed her eyes, and stretched luxuriously in anticipation of the pleasure of his powerful hands upon her body. When she opened her eyes he was slipping the sheer golden undergarment down her lovely long legs. Her body arched of its own volition and Adam couldn’t resist dropping a kiss upon her mons.
She was a delight to him. Already she was experiencing deep pleasure and he hadn’t yet begun to even play with her. He turned her facedown on the bed and splashed some bubbling wine upon her back. Initially it felt cool, but as his hands made contact with her soft skin, palms down, it became warm. His strong hands made long, firm sweeps across her shoulders and down her back until she began to tingle and then to glow.
His hands then moved to her ankles so he could massage her legs with long, upward strokes. She easily had the longest, prettiest legs he’d ever had the pleasure of touching. They seemed to go on forever, culminating in the most temptingly round derrière. He made circles around her bottom cheeks, first going one way and then the other.
Antonia alternately cried out and moaned. His knowledgeable hands relaxed and aroused her at the same time. The sensation was completely new and exciting. The excitement built as Adam brought his lips to her silken skin and he began to lick and taste her. Just as the feel of his hands was rough, so, too, was the Leopard’s tongue.
It swirled over her, exciting them both until his teeth thrilled her with small erotic love bites. Her body tantalized him.
“I love the way your skin tastes of champagne.” Even his voice had a rough, husky undertone, and his warm breath feathering over her skin made it vibrate. His fingers and lips slid all the way down her spine until his mouth came into contact with her delicious bottom. His tongue teased and licked her until she thought she would go mad.
She arched her bum into the air, grabbing fistfuls of the black satin sheet. He stroked her with his tongue until she went up on her knees crying his name over and over.
With possessive hands he turned her onto her back. “I’ve saved the best until last,” he purred, trickling champagne between her breasts. She had thought them sensitive when his hands had cupped and weighed them, brushing his rough thumbs across her aureoles. But when he tongued, then bit, then sucked with his demanding lips and tongue, the sensations heightened a hundredfold. Her breasts ruched, crested, and peaked into impudent spikes, thrusting to fill his mouth with their unique taste and texture.
Her lovely young beauty aroused him, yet he knew it was the fact she was untouched by any other man that sent his sexual hunger soaring out of control. He was the first and he had to crush down a ridiculous longing to be the last. This was a romance for one night. She would vanish with the dawn, as would he, and all that would be left was a haunting, lingering memory. It was preordained.
Chapter 28
It was a most erotic experience performing foreplay on this golden goddess, for instead of closing her eyes and drifting off to a place apart, she watched him intently, watched his eyes, his lips, his mouth, and his tongue in their deliberate provocation of her first experience with passion. Her reaction was intense and very vocal.
As his mouth left her breasts to trail a molten path across her belly, she clasped her long, silken legs about him to draw his flesh to hers. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.
When Antonia felt his rampant male shaft between her thighs she lost a measure of control and came up off the bed to bite the corded muscles across his wide chest. He looked down at the row of tiny, crescent teethmarks and grinned with delight. If he was a Leopard, then she indeed was a Leopardess! Her need built until she was ready to claw him. Christ, what would she do when he entered her with his tongue?
He unwound her legs from his waist and spread them wide, then very gently he combed his fingers through her black triangle of curls. She lay back on the satin sheets, arching her mons into his hand, her eyelids so heavy with sensuality they were half closed, yet he could see the green fire burning intensely in her eyes.
He slipped a finger into her cleft, but did not go deep inside her. Instead he sought the tiny rosebud high in her cleft and stroked and toyed with it until she became erectile. At first she was fever dry, but as he played, a drop of moisture formed against his fingertip and then another, until she was wet for him.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmm, you know … it feels … wondrous.”
The tension inside her swollen bud built to a crescendo, and then the bud bloomed, opening its petals in a burst of unfurling. It took her breath away. “Oh”—she gasped— “what a lovely thing to do to me!”
Adam smiled knowingly. Then, carefully, slowly, he slipped his finger deeper inside her. He had no intention of destroying her jewel. He would leave intact the blood-red ruby of her maidenhead as a gift her future husband. Tonight there would be no pain, no blood, only delirious, intoxicating pleasure.
Antonia’s sheath was so tight, his strong finger made her feel very full and engorged to bursting. He held absolutely still while she got used to the feeling of being impaled and he was rewarded by tiny fluttering spasms as her sheath grabbed him and pulsated. She drew up her knees, then let them fall open so he could watch everything he did to her, then she propped herself up on her elbows so she, too, could watch.
Slowly, he withdrew his finger all the way, then slid it back up inside her until it touched her hymen. He repeated the tantalizing gesture with slow, rhythmic strokes, creating a hot, pulsating friction that made her sheath cling to his finger possessively. It took a heart-stopping length of time before she built to her first full climax, but a scream built in her throat until it was released at the exact same moment she contracted convulsively, bathing his finger with her love milk. She was primed now and Adam knew not to let her miss a beat. He pulled her legs so she fell back across the black satin sheets, then lifted them onto his shoulders.
She crossed her legs behind his neck, drawing his head closer to her woman’s center. She saw his nostrils flare as he breathed her spicy woman’s scent, then the tip of his tongue traced her lips, which were now love slick and swollen with need.
She cried out, “Nooo … yesss … please, more … ah, more.” She arched wildly upon his thrusting tongue, knowing this was the closest to Paradise she would ever get. Suddenly the scent of violets filled the room. Inexplicably Adam knew the fragrance came from their bed play. She tasted and smelled of dew-drenched wild violets. Her cries of passion pierced his heart. Never had he seen a woman so beautiful in her passion.
Antonia spun away, thinking she would faint, but he had only momentarily drained her like a chalice. Then suddenly she became filled to the brim with energy and renewed life. Suddenly she had sexual energy to burn. She came up from the bed and flung herself upon him, forcing him back to the sheets while she hung above him, deciding how to enjoy him first.
Adam allowed her to take control, to revel in her newfound power.
“Lust is sometimes a virtue,” he teased huskily.