Chapter 5 #2
“Lift your hips.” Adam is a man on a mission, and I do as I’m told, letting him tug the fleece-lined leggings down my legs.
It’s only once he’s done this and cradled my injured ankle, confirming that it’s truly okay, that I think it hits Adam that he’s nearly totally undressed me…
and that he’s on his knees in front of me.
He gently massages my swollen ankle, running his fingers firmly up my calf.
It feels incredible. My pain is almost instantly relieved.
Or maybe my mind is just instantly distracted.
Even my instinctive self-conscious desire to cover the fleshier parts of my body seems to have vanished.
He’s seeing me in ways I would not normally want to be seen by any man.
Not so soon. Not here. Not yet anyway. But my body doesn’t seem to be of even the slightest concern to him. Apart from his desire to fix me.
He makes a low noise in his chest. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as his hands move between my ankle and up my calf. His hands are surprisingly rough for someone as wealthy as he is, and I’m instantly covered in goosebumps. I want more, so much more.
Instead of giving me more, he stands, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bathtub. My pale pink bra and panties are already doing very little for my modesty, and I know as soon as they’re wet, they will be useless.
I don’t say a word about it, though.
Adam lowers me into the water, and it’s hot, almost too hot, but I love it. I sink into it with a sigh and the heat seeps into my bones, chasing away the last of the chill from the mountain. Adam kneels beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his thermal shirt.
"Let me," he says, his voice soft. He takes a washcloth, lathering it with soap, and before I can muster up the willpower to question him, he’s washing away the trauma of the day, and I’m melting into his addictive touch.
It’s stunningly intimate, and my stomach swoops when he leans forward and pushes my wet hair to one side to wash my neck and shoulders.
I’m turned on in a way that is almost painful, and the feeling only intensifies when he moves on to my arms, my hands, my fingers.
He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, and my breath catches in my throat.
He washes each finger individually; his touch sends shivers down my spine.
I'm all too aware that my nipples are rock hard, and there's no way that fact is lost on Adam either. He’s just two feet away from them. And peering straight at them. The water conceals most of me, but the peaks of my breasts are very much exposed to the cooler air and to him, the pink fabric having gone transparent now that it’s wet.
His gaze flickers down for a fraction of a second, and then back up to my face; a faint rush of color creeps up his neck.
He’s not unaffected, and the thought occurs to me that that is really, really dangerous.
I don't even think about the words; they're just coming out of me before I can stop them. "You can just...everything is already see-through..."
He doesn't respond, but he does let my hand go, moving behind me, and I suck in a ragged breath when I feel his fingers on the clasp of my bra.
He's slow and deliberate as he unhooks it, and I lean forward to let him pull the straps down my arms. He tosses the wet lace onto the floor, and then he's back to washing me, his hands moving down my stomach, my hips, my thighs.
My breathing is audible now, lips parted as I shiver in anticipation, waiting for his thorough hands to reach the parts of me that he's just laid bare.
Finally those hands reach my chest, and I’m on fire.
He cups my breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. I gasp, my back arches, pushing myself further into his touch. He kneads them gently, the washcloth long forgotten, and I can feel the heat pooling in my belly.
"Adam," I breathe, and I can feel him hesitate. I can almost hear the battle between what he wants and what he thinks is right. He’s been so careful to maintain this professional boundary, and I’m about to throw it all away. But I can't help it. I want him. I want him so much it hurts.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Elowen," he whispers, and the sound of my name on his lips is my undoing.
I turn my head, our faces inches apart. I can see the conflict in his eyes before I make the decision for him, closing the distance between us and pressing my lips to his.
The kiss is tentative at first, but then it deepens, becoming crazed. He tastes of mint and the mountain air, and I’m losing my mind. Adam breaks the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then he's plunging his bare arms into the water while his mouth finds mine again.
Adam's tongue delves into my mouth at the same moment his hands cup my ass, and then I'm being lifted to the edge of the tub, pulled forward so my legs are bracing against his torso while he's still on his knees, still kissing me.
At first my hands are on his shoulders to keep myself steady, but then I'm exploring his bare chest, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, all of his dips and ridges.
How can this man be real? Real, and right here under my hands?
His kiss is demanding now, possessive, and I meet it with my own hunger. His hands are everywhere, stroking and caressing before he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Let me taste you," he rumbles against my skin, "I want to make you feel good, Elowen. I want to make you come."
"Yes," there is no part of me that can deny him now, even if I've never let a man do what he is suggesting. I trust him completely.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them away and throwing them to the side where they land with a wet splat. Adam isn’t in a hurry, though, and his mouth works over my nipples for a few more torturous minutes before he begins his descent down my body.
By the time he’s between my legs, I’ve lost all sense of hesitation, and he’s looking up at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
I’m exposed for him, and I love it. Adam puts his hands on my knees, spreading them, and then he’s lowering his head.
All hope of coherent thought is lost to me. Gone.
First he licks one slow stripe up my entire pussy, pausing to rim his tongue around my entrance, tasting me at the source.
Then, his tongue is hot, wet magic against my clit, electric and shocking.
I’ve never, ever felt anything like it, and the sensation is powerful enough that all of my muscles go taut.
Adam isn’t discouraged, though, and he licks and sucks at my clit, his movements sure and confident. He knows exactly what he’s doing, hands gripping my thighs now to keep me still as he devours me; the pleasure ricochets around inside of me before spiraling in my core.
He inserts one finger, and then another, curling them upwards, stroking something secret inside me. There’s no pain from the penetration, only a little bit of burn from the stretch, and it only adds to how good I feel.
The noises I make are outrageous. It only spurs him on, though, and he’s humming against my flesh as he eats me.
Devours my entire pussy. Laps from my asshole to my entrance, between my folds and up to my nub.
Then repeats. The entire region is a lubricated mess from my pubic bone to my inner thighs. Sticky and slippery.
“That’s it, Elowen,” he praises, as my moans deepen, “Give it all to me, baby. Come for me.”
It’s such an easy request to grant. I’ve been on the edge from the second his tongue tasted me, and now I feel all the pleasure inside me reaching a crescendo.
It builds and builds until I’m not sure how much more I can take, and then my dam breaks.
I'm crying out his name, tousling his hair with uncontrollable fingers, but Adam doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers working me through it, extending the pleasure until I'm not sure I’m even in my body anymore. I feel like I’m floating above it all. A new out-of-body experience for me.
"Elowen," Adam finally moves, laying one last open-mouthed kiss on my pussy before he gathers me into his arms. “Elowen.”
I loop my arms around his neck, suddenly so tired it’s hard to keep my eyes open. I have no idea what time it is, or where we’re supposed to be. All I know is that Adam is saying my name so sweetly and carrying me to his enormous, soft, warm bed.
He strips out of his pants and climbs beneath the sheets with me, in his boxers and nothing more.
He gathers me close again, and I turn to face him, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
His face is in shadow, but I can see the deep brown of his eyes, and the impossible adoration in them. It makes my chest ache.
"What are we doing, Adam?" I whisper, emotion threatening to choke me. He’s made me come, and I still want him. Not just for sex, or foreplay, or whatever. I want Adam, and I’m spiraling.
Adam makes a noncommittal sound, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I don't know," he finally says, "But I know I don't want it to stop."
I swallow, and let my eyes close, because I’m either going to cry or fall asleep, and the latter option is less embarrassing. His body is so warm, and I feel so safe…and dammit…
Honestly, I don’t want this to stop either.