41. Adina

41

ADINA

I didn't think it was possible to underestimate how much James wanted me, but that was before I started teasing him. Words were one thing, but as soon as I began unwrapping my sari, he stopped me with a hand on my hip.

"Slower," he said softly, but his eyes were intense.

"Why, do you want to watch?" I asked with a smile.

"I do."

He was serious. He didn't want me to undress as quickly as I could and jump into bed with him. He wanted to watch me bare myself to his hungry gaze inch by inch. It could have been intimidating if it were someone else, but with James, I felt like I'd just been transformed from a burning torch into a conflagration. My hands trembled as I started undressing again, going as slow as I could without falling over as I lifted my feet one at a time to take off my long, billowy pants and the bright red, beaded shoes that were just a bit too tight. I reached for the golden anklets I wore, each chiming with delicate bells, but James held up a hand.

"Leave those on."

Do you want me to make music with you ? It was on the tip of my tongue to tease again, to make light of the situation, but I found that I couldn't. This, being with him, was something I felt like I'd been waiting for my whole life. I didn't want to make light of it and could hardly bear to keep going slowly, but I did it.

I let him get the clasps in the back of my top and skirt, then removed those but left the chiming bangles on my wrists. Apart from Gene, my jewelry was so light I almost couldn't feel it. I finally reached up and let my hair down from the elaborate up-do the queen had helped put together, and then I stood there, naked but for a few bits of gold, bare to James's scrutiny.

He approached me before I could succumb to insecurity about my body and began to touch me ever so lightly. He trailed warm fingertips down my neck and collarbones and between my breasts, finally stopping in the curls at my groin, just above where I was quickly growing wet.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

My center pulsed. "So are you." I reached out to undo his sherwani.

He let me help him out of it, but at last, his patience seemed to desert him. He pulled me close again, wrapped his hands firmly under my rear, and picked me up.

I gasped and wrapped my hands around his neck. I was completely naked, he was almost fully clothed, and he was holding me up like I weighed next to nothing, all while laving attention on my breasts. When his mouth closed around one of my nipples, I moaned, the sensation amplified by memories from our hovercraft adventure and the way he had touched me then.

"Bed," I told him. "We should get in bed."

"What if I want you here?" James asked darkly before switching to my other breast.

I moaned and let my head fall back and was surprised when it touched the wall. He'd walked us by the door.

"What if I can't wait for the bed? What if I need to be inside of you right now?"

The thought made me quiver. "Then do it," I whispered. "Take me here or on the bed, but just do it, James. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fill me up and make me come."

"Oh, I'll make you come." He tilted his hips, and, just like last time, I felt the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my core. Only this time, I wasn't wearing a thick envirosuit—this time, I was bare, and the fabric of his pants was the smoothest silk, and it felt so incredibly good to grind down against him that I couldn't stop myself. I worked my hips relentlessly until I fell over the edge, coming with a cry as my inner sheath clamped down on nothing.

It felt so good, but it wasn't enough.

James seemed ready for more now, too. He carried me into his bedroom, where flowers had been spread across the coverlet and sweetly scented candles perfumed the air. He laid me on the bed and then stripped out of his shirt and pants quickly, but instead of crawling up my body and thrusting inside of me, he spread my legs apart.

"Oh!" Oh God, I wasn't expecting his tongue to press inside of me, I wasn't expecting his soft lips on my clit. I had just come; I was still damp from it, but a new rush of slick flooded my body as James feasted on my nectar.

"James—"

"You taste amazing, Adina," he said, looking up at me. His chin and mouth were slick with my juices.

I wanted to lick him clean. "Come for me again. Let me taste more of you."

"I—I want you to come," I stuttered.

He grinned at me. "I will."

As he dove between my thighs again, I wove my hands into his hair and tugged, determined to make him slide up my body and take what I wanted to give him, but then two of his fingers joined his mouth on me, and instead of pulling him away, I pushed him deeper.

I was moaning, crying, on the verge of screaming by the time I finally came, and it felt better than before this time because I could tighten around his fingers, his wonderful, thick fingers.

"James!" I shrieked as my pleasure overwhelmed me.

He rode out my orgasm, twisting his fingers from side to side to prolong the sensation before finally sitting up.

I caught my breath and stared down at him, loving the hungry expression on his face. I loved the long, thick swell of his manhood even more, though. I opened my arms to him.

"Come here," I said, and this time he came to me. He settled against me as I pulled him in close, cradling him with my hips and waiting breathlessly for him to line himself up with me.

A second later, he slid inside my body, and it was incredible, everything I had ever dreamed making love would be. He filled every inch of me, including that special spot that my fingers weren't quite long enough to reach when I was getting myself off. Hitting that spot combined with his weight and friction against the center of my pleasure…oh God, I was going to come again, and he'd barely gotten inside of me.

"Can I move?" James asked tightly, barely holding himself back.

In answer, I reached down and palmed his ass this time, then pulled him hard up into me. He nodded and slid back down, then in again. It felt so good, and I was so ready for it. Every thrust was a smooth glide; it felt like my body was welcoming him home, bringing him to the place he was meant to be.

"Yes," I murmured. "Yes, yes, yes…"

His face was dazed with pleasure as he thrust in and out of me, and I reveled in the fact that I was doing that to him.

I felt another climax building up, but I didn't want to come a third time alone.

"Let go," I breathed in his ear. "Give me everything. I want to feel you come inside of me. James, I'm going to—ah, I'm going to come so soon, it's too much. I want you to come with me!"

"You first," he gritted.

I wasn't going to do that alone for the third time. Wrapping my legs around his back, I crossed my ankles and drove him so deep into my body that he gasped, helpless, and began to come.

"Adina!" he yelled my name.

"Yes!" The surge of pure feminine satisfaction I felt was almost enough to send me over, but once he finally finished with a gasp, and I felt how much wetter I was, how much he'd poured inside of me—that was enough to set me off for the last time.

It was incredible, the way my sheath worked around his length, milking him, holding him tight as I came hard enough to see stars. By the time it was finally over, I could barely see.

"Holy hell," I whispered hoarsely. "I had no idea sex could be so good."

"Me neither." James leaned in to kiss me, and I tasted the remnants of myself on his mouth.

It made me want to taste him, to lay him out on the bed or lean him against a wall and suck him dry. I wanted his come coating my throat, I wanted to watch him buckle and break for me.

Mmm. Maybe next time. Right now, I was floating in a sea of bliss, and as he slowly pulled out and gathered me in his arms, I knew that no experience in the world was ever going to top this one when it came to pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I'm so lucky.

I'm so, so damn lucky .