by Ana E Ross
Tashi understood Adam’s logic. She’d thought she loved Scottie, too, and had told him so. But he’d never said it back. She hadn’t understood why until the night of the shoot-out. He didn’t, couldn’t love her. She was merchandise. He hadn’t even kissed her like a boy should kiss his girlfriend. He’d given her pecks on the cheek, and when she’d tried to kiss him on the lips, he’d said that he respected her and wanted to wait until after she met his parents. It was all a big load of crap. He was probably forbidden from touching the merchandise—especially the virgin ones.
Tashi sighed inwardly. She was as damaged as Adam when it came to relationships. She’d felt rejected when Scottie hadn’t shared her declaration of love, and she’d been humiliated when she’d found out why he’d pretended to like her in the first place.
Adam had no problems with marrying her because he knew it was just granting his friend’s request. His commitment was temporary. “She must be a very foolish woman,” Tashi murmured with a tinge of bitterness toward the woman for breaking Adam’s heart and probably scarring him for life.
“Or, I’m a very lucky man.”
Okay… Not the response she expected. “Didn’t you love her?”
“I thought I did back then, but now I know I was wrong.”
“How do you know?”
He inclined his head and gazed at her, and within that intense moment of time, Tashi felt their inner universes colliding as surely as their bodies had collided the day they’d met. She tried to steady her breathing as that magnetic energy surging between them pulled her into the center of that “open heart” space where their past and their future simply melted away, leaving them transfixed in their now, their present where they were one.
Namaste! The word and its meaning resonated inside Tashi over and over again, and she expelled a ragged breath as she felt her heart and soul unlock and open in complete surrender to Adam.
His body tensed for a split second as if he’d felt it too, as if he’d reached that place of Light, Truth, and Peace in him at the same moment she’d reached that place in herself. He inhaled sharply as his eyes raked boldly over her. It was a look of unmistakable passion—a distinctive brazen look that was void of all vacillations, and full of purpose and promises Tashi had been afraid of acknowledging before—but no more.
Her body responded to the potential fulfillment in that look. It grew full and heavy with yearning. Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened and tingled beneath her dress. She felt a heavy thudding between her thighs and a rush of moisture in her panties as her body prepared itself to be overrun by passion’s storm.
There was no masking it, no denying it. They were going to make love. And it was going to start right here in his kitchen with uncooked Polenta Elisa on the stove, portions of ingredients laid out on the countertop, and the smell of garlic and sage, and pepper and prosciutto scenting the air.
Where it would end, was anyone’s guess.
As he shut off the burners and the timer, Tashi remembered his words to her in the garden three days ago: When the time comes, we’ll both know, and we’ll strip ourselves of everything foreign to us, everything that’s not us, so our union will be pure and sweet and wholesome.
As if in a trance, Tashi watched Adam’s fingers reach for his shirttail, just as hers clutched the cotton material of her dress. She pulled it over her head at the same time he rid himself of his shirt. The items of clothing slithered to the floor on top of each other. A few seconds later, his khaki shorts, her bra, and her panties completed the pile on the kitchen floor. He wore no briefs.
An impatient need rumbled through Tashi as her gaze drifted down Adam’s body to the place at his groin where his shaft pulsed against his stomach. Nineteen days of yearning was packed inside him and ready to explode—deep inside her. The walls of her vagina contracted in anticipation of his long-awaited invasion.
She was not a little girl anymore. She was not afraid, not ashamed, and she felt no guilt over the wanton indulgences she was about to embrace.
He stood in front of her, his blue eyes blazing into her emerald ones like crackling streaks of lightning directing heat and current through a summer storm. “I know.” He stepped closer still, trapping her between his body and the counter. Reaching behind her, he loosened her ponytail and threaded his fingers in her hair as it fell around her shoulders. He cupped her face in his hands, and bending down, he tipped his head to the side.
Every atom in Tashi’s body sprang to life when Adam’s mouth settled on hers as if it belonged there. His lips were sweet, moist, soft, and warm—just as she’d imagined—but his kiss was hard and demanding. Harsh groans erupted from inside him as he immediately began to suck her lips hungrily into his mouth as if he’d been starving for her for centuries.
She quivered from the initial reckless savagery in his kiss and the pulsing of his erection trapped between them. He wrapped her in his arms and thrust his hips into her belly, arousing her, daring her to stand still while the tune of passion’s song played out around them. An unreserved hunger to devour him and to be devoured by him engulfed Tashi. It was as if she’d given birth to some lust-crazed nymph who was demanding to be fed. She had no idea she was capable of such yearning, or that a kiss could produce such rhapsody in a woman, in her.
As Adam’s mouth moved possessively over hers, Tashi rose up on to her toes, threw her arms around his neck, and tangled her fingers into his hair. She pulled him down and closer, undulating her hips against him, opening her mouth under his, inviting him inside to ravish, plunder, and taste of her spoils that had been guarded for far too long.
Another sharp groan broke from Adam as their tongues collided in a titillating game of tags chasing each other in and out of the hot wet caverns of their mouths. They suckled each other until the ferocity of their passionate exchange turned Tashi’s lips into pulsing orbs of flesh.
As ecstasy hummed through her, Tashi breathed Adam into her veins—his sandalwood scent, his hunger, his need, and his passion—she took them and made them hers.
His hands skidded down her body, leaving a fiery trail of desire in their wake. He’d touched her before—every inch of her—but not for pleasure. Before, his hands had moved upon her body to bathe her, to nurse her back to health, to teach her self-discovery and trust. Today, she welcomed the scorching heat of those very same hands as they moved intimately upon her.
He caressed her back and the small circle of her waistline. “Sweet, so sweet,” he murmured into her mouth as his hands meandered between their bodies. Tashi gasped as her aching breasts and hard nipples made contact with the smooth warmth of his palms. He squeezed her and molded her as he sucked on her tongue, sending tingling sensations down into the pit of her stomach, causing her to tremble and shiver. Then his hands were moving down and around to the firm hills of her buttocks. He cupped her and drew her deeper into his embrace. She melted into him, became one with him.
Eager to pleasure him as he pleasured her, Tashi ran her hands across his back, shoulders, his stomach, and moaned her triumph as the hard muscles tightened under her soft caress. Working her way up to his chest, she curled her fingers into his silky mat of hair with a sigh of bliss, then slowly, daringly, her hands trailed down between them and her heart lurched when her fingers encountered the moist tip of his shaft nestled tightly between them.
His body stiffened on a long groan, and without interrupting their kiss, he picked her up off the floor and settled her moist heat on the hard ridge of his shaft. It was raw flesh against raw flesh, and the flicker of passion that sizzled at their first intimate knowing touch was so sweet, so intense, they gasped their pleasure into each other’s mouths.
Tashi began to shake as the pressure of his shaft on her clitoris sent shock wave after shock wave through her. Deep in her belly, she felt the tingles of an approaching orgasm. It had to be an orgasm—her first. Her arms and legs tightened around Adam.
As if sensing her approaching climax, Adam lifted her away fro
m his body and eased the pressure of his mouth on hers. Tashi groaned in protest as her body struggled to hold on to those tingling sensations, but they were gone, dissolved in the feathery kisses Adam was administering on her lips, her cheeks, and her eyes.
Finally, he lifted his head. His eyes were a dark and dusky indigo blue, his lips red and swollen from passion.
“Why’d you do that?” she asked on a frown of frustration.
He smiled. “I wasn’t ready for you to come.”
“So you decide when I come?”
“I decide everything.”
“Oh really?” She rolled her eyes at him. “We shall see about that.”
He chuckled, and brushed her hair away from her face. “How was your first kiss?”
“Amazing. It exceeded my imagination,” Tashi said, licking her lips that felt as if they’d been dragged through fire.
“It was amazing for me, too. You’re very sweet.” She whimpered when he traced the soft pads of his thumbs over her swollen lips. He drew back his fingers immediately and his eyes brimmed with apology. “I’m sorry for being so rough. It’s just that I’ve been waiting so long for this, for you. I got carried away. Did I hurt you, cara?”
Tashi threaded her fingers though his hair. “I love the fury of your passion. It’s a side of you I’ve never seen before. You’re always so gentle and patient with me.”
“That’s because you’re precious to me. I will never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know.”
He slid her down his body and joined their sexes again.
Tashi gasped as her body contracted in a swift and violent reaction to him. She began to shake.
“Easy,” he murmured. “You must learn to control your passion, Tashi. I must teach you how.”
With their gazes locked, he trailed his fingertips down her back, across her buttocks and over her thighs, sending more heat rushing to the surface of her skin. He untangled her legs from around his body, and one at a time, he slowly raised them upward, and placed them flat against his chest with her feet sticking out at the sides of his head.
Tashi had seen this position in one of his sex books. It afforded deep penetration and intimacy. Holding on to his shoulders, she glanced down to where auburn and black hair meshed like a colorful bale of silk threads. Even more arousing was the broad head of his shaft peeping up at her while the pressure of its ridge was jammed tightly against her moistness. Although it all seemed erotic and pleasurable, Tashi didn’t think she was ready for such a vulnerable position. One deft move and Adam could be inside her. What if he got carried away? “Adam,” she called in a moment of fear.
“Shh. I won’t enter you. I just want to watch you bathe in your first orgasm before I get too lost in my own passion to enjoy it. This position helps me keep control. Do you trust me?” His voice was warm and heavy in her ears.
Tashi nodded. She did trust him. The position was awkward, but she felt no pain. She was fit and flexible, thanks to yoga, and time spent in his gym.
“You don’t have to give anything. Just relax and receive.” He pressed his arms against her back and, clasping his hands over her shoulders, he immobilized her against him, and began to simulate the act of copulation, grinding the column of his male hardness into the wet, slick cleft of her woman’s flesh, over and over again.
Up and down and side to side, he rocked against her until a fire began to burn in the deepest parts of Tashi’s belly and spread upward and outward. Electricity arced through her, and her body jerked spasmodically as the fire grew in temperature and speed, blazing through her like a violent storm as it careered toward that tiny knob of flesh at the center of her womanhood. Her heart hammered in her ears. Her chest heaved, and she began to pant in a frightening combination of pleasure and fear—fear of burning up from the inside out. “Adam. Adam,” she whispered.
“Breathe, Tashi. Control your pleasure. Hold on to that pulsating energy of passion and weave it into every corner of your inner universe. Revel in it. Master it, cara. Compel it to transcend beyond the physical into the spiritual, massage the aches deep inside you, fan and feed your own desires, become one with you, and when your ecstasy becomes too intense, too intolerable to bear, let it explode inside you, my love… Breathe…”
The deep baritone of Adam’s voice and the erotic instructions of his words flowed slowly and magically through Tashi, calming her, soothing her, bringing her down from that physical pinnacle of sensations where she teetered precariously out of control. As ecstasy hummed through her body, she breathed deeply and slowly, directing her focus inward toward that twirling liquid orb of fire and directed it away from the inferno between her thighs, and up into her lower belly—her chi—the center of her energy and physical universes, spewing fire and heat and light into her heart, her lungs, her limbs, to every cell, every crevice of her being until she felt as if her body had morphed into one colossal ache of pleasure, and she was floating in an eternal now of blinding light, tingling sensations, and divine ecstasy. Her fire massaged and caressed and fanned and fed, filling her to completion.
She began to tremble, and her stomach heaved and rumbled out of control. Her breasts grew fuller and tighter, her pebbled nipples crushed against Adam’s chest were excruciatingly sensitive. Her skin, melded with Adam’s, felt hot and prickly. Her toes curled, painfully, and she felt weak, and powerful, and sensational all at the same time.
“Sì. Sì. Vieni, mia cara. Mi si bagnano nel tuoi amore dolce succhi. Come, and bathe me in your sweet love juices.”
Deep sobs erupted from Tashi and tears flooded her eyes, as she clung to Adam, digging her nails into the muscles of his shoulders. He rocked against her with rapid speed as his hands rushed up and down her back. She was a bundle of nerves, jittering out of control as the fire leaped through her, scorching her flesh, separating, yet melding her physical and spiritual worlds together. She had become her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets and her lids fluttered shut.
“No. No. Apri gli ochi.” Adam commanded. “I want to look at you. I want to look inside you as you surrender to the power of your passions, and to me.”
Tashi opened her eyes, and the smoldering flames she saw ablaze in Adam’s pushed her over the edge. Her heart thundered. Her pulse pounded against her temples as she felt herself spinning through space, racing toward that pinnacle of pleasure’s ultimate delight, packed with flaming explosives, and falling aimlessly. Her entire body tightened as that orb of passion exploded deep inside her like a ton of rockets detonating on a Fourth of July night.
Energy burst forth from every pore of Tashi’s body, and headed straight toward the gate of her jade terrace, now transformed into a blazing inferno between her legs. She was pulled helplessly down into the watery, fiery current. Unable to do anything else in her immobilized state, Tashi threw her head back and scream her orgasm into the garden below. Torrents of hot fluids gushed from inside her and pooled around their sexes, some escaping to stream across her buttocks and down Adam’s thighs in a warm sticky mess.
“Squisita. Bella. Proprio squisita. Mmm… Mmm...”
As Tashi shivered and moaned in the throes of her climax, she felt Adam’s hot mouth on the damp skin at her throat. He kissed her gently and slowly, and spoke to her softy in Italian, soothing her, helping her back into herself. It seemed to take forever for her pulse to quiet down and her heart to beat steadily again.
When she finally relaxed in his arms, Adam lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “That, my darling, was the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. I will remember that look of sweet rapture and complete surrender on you gorgeous face for the rest of my life. It will be the last thing I remember when I draw my last breath. You are amazing.”
“It was amazing. Totally gratifying,” Tashi said, smiling with the utmost fulfillment. “I didn’t know that height of passion was attainable, even possible. It’s the breathing, isn’t it? You’ve been training me to control my emotions through breat
hing so I could tap into it when we make love.”
He gave a wickedly handsome smile. “Partly. An orgasm is not about releasing. It’s about holding, controlling, reveling in the continual sensational flames of desire for as long as you can. It’s about feeling with your heart and not your mind. That way, every breath you take is an ultimate exchange with your partner. Just imagine what it will be like with me deep inside you, holding with you, exchanging with you.” His voice was tight and slurred with unleashed passion.
“I can’t wait,” Tashi said as the beast of her yearning began to stir again.
“You’re sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Simply delectable, and I mean to taste every inch of you before the night is out. It’s going to be a very long one.” He joined their lips as he eased her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist again, keeping their sexes snugly joined.
With their mouths and tongues tangled in another breathtaking kiss, he began to make his way out of the kitchen. They were skipping dinner and she wasn’t even hungry—well not for food anyway—seeing that they’d finished off a small antipasto plate just before they’d begun cooking. And from the way he was munching on her mouth, Tashi knew that she was the only thing Adam hungered. And that was just fine.
As he made his way across the hall, and into the direction of the master suite, the motion of his movements caused his shaft to bounce against her slick flesh, and by the time he reached the bedroom door, Tashi was experiencing her second orgasm, albeit a small one like a petite aftershock to the rocket that had fired inside her in the kitchen.
Adam kissed her through it, swallowing her sighs, until she released her hold on him and opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. “Why’s the door closed?” she asked, her voice mellow in her ears. The last time she was in the bedroom, which was to shower and change after lunch, she’d left the door open.
