Chapter 6 #2
He was hard now, harder than he had ever felt, but he knew that this was to be a slow lovemaking; her first, and his first that meant anything.
“Oh, Adena,” he could not help but murmur as he nuzzled her neck.
This was paradise, alone as they were on this stretch of beach with no one to disturb them, no one to judge them, no one to tell them that they could not glorify in the sweetness of their emotions.
For Luke knew now, if he had not known before. He loved this woman, loved her in a way that shocked and confused him. If he had been told that love at first sight had been real, he would have scoffed – but not now.
Now the feelings of desperate longing and loving passion were tightening within him, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than bury himself in her and lose himself in the ecstasy he knew was waiting for them.
But not yet. First, he had to make sure that she was enjoying every element of their bodies, and he knew just how.
“Adena,” he panted, drawing himself up on his elbow and staring into those startling green eyes. “Do you trust me?”
She stared at him for a moment, as though so lost in the heat rushing through her body that she could not hear him. And then she smiled a lazy smile of lust and want. “Of course, Luke.”
He kissed her gently, one hand caressing her cheek, and the other returning once more to that delicious hip – but then he jumped up, pulling her up with him.
“Luke, what are you – ”
“Trust me,” he said with a smile, and she answered him with one of her own. “Now, close your eyes.”
It had been what he had wanted to do the moment that he had seen her, and now he was going to do it. After delving once more into those delicious lips, Luke slowly walked around her, and found it: the ribbons keeping that gown on her body.
Not for long. After checking that her eyes were completely closed, Luke drew back the mane of red hair and swept it across one shoulder, revealing her neck which he kissed lightly as he slowly undid the ribbon.
“Luke, what are you – ”
“Trust me,” he repeated, and then the bodice of her dress was undone, and he had pulled it down, and Adena gasped to find herself in nothing but her underclothes which Luke soon removed.
And then he had done it. There she was, standing in the moonlight, firelight, and starlight, absolutely naked.
Luke almost came just looking at her, so exquisite was her form.
Long legs topped by the most delightful bottom he had ever seen, curved hips with a delicate waist, and as he stepped around her: the glories of glories, that face, that beautiful face with lips open in surprise but eyes closed, breasts swollen with desire and with nipples budding for his touch.
His own Adena. His, and no one else’s. He would be the first and last to see this splendid sight. For there was no doubt in Luke’s mind that he was going to marry this goddess, this nymph of the sea, this mermaid that seemingly strode out of the ocean and into his heart.
But enough of looking. His fingers had been tingling, desperate to touch, and now was the time. He strode behind her, pulled off his own shirt, and closed the distance between her skin and his own.
Adena cried out in surprise at the heat of his chest, warm from passion, and then she gasped as one of his hands was placed on her hip and the other on her breast.
It was a gasp that turned into a cry of joy as his lips kissed her neck and his hand caressed her nipple, sparking waves of pleasure across her body. Her back arched, pushing into his hand, but he pulled her hip back and made her suffer the squirming pleasure of restraint.
“Oh, Luke – oh, God!”
It was enough to make him turn her around and enter her, but Luke knew that he had to be controlled: she must receive her own pleasure before he took his own, or she would not be ready for him.
His right hand lowered from her breast and there was a moan of disappointment from her that stiffened him even more, but his left moved from her hip to her other breast and she was not to be disappointed for long.
Even from behind her, he saw her eyes flash wide open as he kissed her cheek and slid one of his fingers into that warm place between her legs.
“Adena,” he breathed unable to help himself tightening all over as he felt how wet she was.
“What is this – Luke?” Adena breathed in confusion as pleasure danced across her body, and then the answer came in his gentle stroking.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear as one hand tightened over her breast, playing with her nipple to increase the heat within her, and the other hand gently stroked that part of her that was just ready to explode with sensual pleasure.
“There is no one like you, Adena, no one – and I have wanted you, to kiss you, to pleasure you, to bring you to ecstasy, to know you intimately, because you are the most impossible and wonderful woman in the world.”
Oh, it was agony to feel her secret place tighten around his finger as he brought her closer and closer to the precipice of agony, but he knew he had to be slow, he knew that only this way would she know complete and utter pleasure – and it could not be too far off.
“Luke – oh God, don’t stop!” Adena arched her back and her legs tightened together around his hand and he sped up, increasing the pace of both hands until she screamed his name and it was glorious and unforgettable and she sagged in his arm as she climaxed and he held her gently as the waves of her passion washed over her.
“Oh, Adena,” he breathed into her neck. He may have ruined her for any other man, but she had just as surely ruined him for any other woman. How could he share anything like this with another, now that he had felt it with her?
She turned in his arms, and stared at him, wild eyed, almost drunk with the after effects of her sensuous moment, and she smiled at him.
“You – you are the most…the most incredible – ”
“We are not finished yet,” Luke interrupted with a smile. He leaned down and spread out his greatcoat. “Lie down.”
She almost dropped to the ground, so weak were her legs after he had pleasured her, and Luke almost fell over in his haste to remove his britches.
Once again, her eyes widened, but this time it was at the sight of him.
“Luke…” She began, but he was already above her, already kissing her mouth.
“Trust me,” he murmured as he broke away and looked her in the eye.
He saw a little nervousness there, but complete faith in him. She nodded.
Luke almost cried out as he nestled between her legs, warm and wet and welcoming, and the feeling of her breasts on his chest was enough to turn any man wild.
They kissed as though they would never kiss again, as though they were the only two humans in the world, as though they were drowning and the only thing that could save them was their own mutual desire to explore every pleasure.
His hands seemed to have a life of their own, firstly at her hips, then cupping her bottom towards him and groaning at the temptation to plunge into her at this moment, then caress her breasts, and then her face, and still she kissed him, full of fervent love, and Luke knew that the feelings in his heart were felt by Adena too.
At last there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Pulling himself up, he gazed into Adena’s eyes, and smiled at her.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she obeyed willingly, lips apart, wet from his kiss, eyes glazed with the decadence. Luke did not look away, holding her gaze as he carefully tilted her hips up and legs out, and slowly pushed into her.
It was all he could do from shouting out her name as he felt the tightness and wetness of her, saw the shock and surprise in her eyes but then the instant buzz of gratification as she opened up to him, welcoming him, inviting him deeper.
“Luke, I want you,” she moaned quietly, her hands grasping at his chest, trying to pull him closer. “Luke, I want you, I need you – oh!”
He had pulled back and thrust in, deeper this time, and he knew that soon, very soon, he would lose all control.
“Adena – Adena!” Luke smiled at her as he finally got her attention, so preoccupied was she with the indulgent warmth of herself around him. “Adena, you have to tell me if you want me to stop, or slow down, you understand?”
She nodded but how could she understand? Luke grinned as he moved his hips from side to side, and she gasped at the sensation of him inside her. She would understand soon enough.
Slowly, slowly to ensure that it was pleasure and not pain that made her cry out, Luke began his rhythm. Though one elbow was propping him, the other hand was free, and it returned to what it did best: drawing out unimaginable pleasure from her breasts.
Adena’s eyes had widened as he began moving slowly in and out of her, but they closed in pure delight as the heat in her secret place began to move as waves from the sparking pleasure from her breasts.
“Oh, Luke, yes!”
Luke felt her hips start to move against him, moving in time with his own pace, and he glorified in the way she was losing herself in the moment, losing herself in their lovemaking, losing herself to him and surrendering.
He wanted to kiss her but he wanted to see her face as they grew closer and closer to the peak of their bodies, and so he kissed her, his tongue possessing her own, and then as he felt himself near the end he pulled away, and looked into her eyes.
They were open. They had captured his the moment he had seen her on the beach and they captured him now as he ploughed into her and twisted her nipple between his fingers and he came, pouring himself into her with rapid movement and he heard her cry out his name and he called out hers, and it was everything, and it was life and love, and he wanted to make love to her every day of his life.