by Ana E Ross
Adam rounded the bend that brought his sacred sanctuary into view. He was half-expecting a naked Tashi to be standing on the platform waiting for him. His disappointment quickly melted into anticipation, excitement, and curiosity, at the thought of her laid out on the bed in the bedroom.
Adam ran across the lawn and up the steps. He stopped at the foyer to catch his breath and shrug out of his clothes, dropping them in the basket on top of Tashi’s. Soft music and floral fragrances twirled around him, and he noticed a few oversized pillows scattered about the platform indicating that Tashi had engaged in a session of yoga and meditation.
He stepped up onto the platform and took the three steps leading down to the bedroom. Without knocking, he slowly opened the door. The room was empty, but a fire was glowing behind the encased hearth of the granite fireplace. Perhaps she was in the bathroom, preparing to make an enticing entrance. “Tashi.”
“Out here, Adam, by the pool.”
Adam retraced his steps and walked over to the poolside area. He stopped in his tracks. A tent-like cabana made from metal posts staked into the ground, with white netting for the roof and walls, and a pole-to-pole red rug had been erected on the lawn. Cushions of varying sizes were strewn about the romantic little lair.
But the thing that made Adam’s heart stop, then begin to thunder loudly in his chest was the sight of his wife, reclined on an oversize white chaise lounge, with her flaming red hair fanned out above her head. One leg was draped over the cushioned back while the other hung off the side with her foot resting on the rug. Her alluring posture allowed Adam a full frontal view of her lotus flower blossoming and glittering beneath the patch of red hair at the apex of her thighs, in which, dear God, was nestled a red cherry.
And if that wasn’t enough to take Adam’s breath away and send hot aches of lust pumping to his throat and into his cock, the brown sexy body of his young inexperienced wife was covered in whipped cream and slices of fruit—strawberries, kiwi, peaches, pears, bananas, pineapples, melon, and pomegranate seeds, and a piece of chocolate was lodged in her mouth. Tendrils of red hair spilled ardently over her swelling breasts rising like twin hills of love from her chest.
Adam swallowed and his pulsing jade stalk slapped against his belly with impatience as his eyes feasted on the hypnotizing vision his wife presented. She was a goddess, a nymph—far more bewitching than Aphrodite, Venus, Himeros, Inanna, Nanaya, or any of the other deities of love gracing his garden. She was love, lust, eroticism, sensuality and fertility personified. She was sweet fragrance, softness, moisture, and heat all wrapped up into one tantalizing package.
However did he get this lucky?
Adam forced life into his legs and descended the steps, slowly, his eyes locked to Tashi’s as he walked the short distance across the granite floor of the poolside and on to the lawn. He parted the silky netting of the cabana, and stood gazing down at his wife. He swallowed the saliva collecting in his mouth. “I guess I don’t need to ask what’s for dinner.”
She attempted to smile and the chocolate fell from her lips, rolled down her chin and nestled into a squirt of whipped cream on her right breast, right next to her nipple hiding under a slice of strawberry.
“I’m sorry. You were supposed to pluck that from my lips.” She reached for it.
“Hmm. Sexy.” He brushed her hand and her hair away, knelt on the carpet between her opened thighs, and being careful not to disturb her erotic buffet, he lowered his head to her breast. “Hmm,” he groaned, as the heat from her body scorched his skin, and her fruity fragrance made his stomach growl with hunger—not for food—but for her.
Adam opened his mouth over her breast and slurped up the strawberry, whipped cream, and chocolate bar. Cradling them securely in his mouth, he licked his way up her chest, to the hollow of her delicate throat, up over her chin, and then he covered her lips and dropped the contents of his mouth into hers. “Ladies first,” he whispered.
He closed his eyes and reveled in the erotic sensation of her mouth moving under his, the motion of her rolling tongue as she chewed the bit of morsel. He kissed her deeply and sensuously, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, strumming the roof and the sides of her cheeks until the strawberry and chocolate were gone and she was whimpering against his lips and rubbing herself against his thigh, the moisture and heat from her womanhood coating his flesh, setting him on fire. They gave and took, to and from each other, with sighs and moans of delight until the tart-sweet taste was obliterated.
Adam raised his head and smiled down at her and the passion in her emerald eyes sent spasms of lust through him. “I guess that was my antipasto.” He traced his finger around her lips all wet and swollen from their kiss.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked with a smile laced with shyness and lingering fervor.
“Moltissimo, grazie, signora.”
Her smile deepened. “Are you hungry?”
“Only for you, my love.” Adam allowed his eyes to graze her slender form and the spread of fruit and cream in which the tips of his mane were now tangled. His cock was pressed hard and tight against his belly and hovered over the entrance of her hidden palace, which wasn’t so hidden seeing that her thighs were spread nice and wide. “I’ve already taken your cherry, you know,” he said, glancing at the lone red fruit resting on the red scrub.
“I thought you might like to take it again.”
She was nasty, and he loved it, but he did not need an invitation to enjoy his wife. His gaze wandered to a table in the corner of the cabana. It was romantically set for two with a white cloth, a bouquet of red roses and burning votive candles. A bottle of wine and a bottle of sparkling cider were chilling on a smaller nearby table, and a bowl of sliced fruit and a can of whipped cream lay on the carpet next to the lounge. On the other side of the netting, a covered silver, serving platter was warming over lit burners on the granite countertop of the outdoor kitchen.
Adam couldn’t believe what he was about to say when his bride had gone to so much trouble to create this mood for ultimate eroticism, but his gut told him that Tashi’s encounter with Claire today had caused her to feel insecure. He could tell her that he’d taken care of the situation, but he wanted her to trust him, to know that she could come to him with her problems, no matter how grave or insignificant she thought they might be.
He didn’t want her keeping things from him like Pilar had kept from Bryce. Pilar’s tragic death was the very reason they’d started the Billionaire Brides club, to which Tashi was the newest and last member. Daisy had told him that the wives had intervened and sent Claire packing with her tail between her legs. He hoped their defensive move and his warning would be enough to scare Claire. He didn’t want to have to deal with her, but he would if she came near his wife again.
“Tashi, why did you do all this?” he asked, bringing his gaze back to her face.
She pouted her lips and her eyes darkened. “You don’t like it?”
“I do, but just being in your presence is enticement enough.”
“I just want to keep it interesting.”
“Tashi,” he said with gentle patience, “this is something a spouse would do later on in a marriage when there’s trouble or when passion wanes because of the pressures of life and the obligations of raising a family, et al. We just got married two days ago, baby. We’re nowhere close to needing this.” He swiped his hand around the tent.
Doubt clouded her eyes and she turned her head and gazed out at the cascading waterfalls. “You’re used to experienced women and I don’t want to bore you. I don’t want you to get tired of me.”
Adam placed a finger under her chin and turned her face back to him. “Who told you that you would bore me, that I would get tired of you?”
Her lashes crash-landed on her cheeks for a few silent seconds, then she raised them again. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I don’t want you to think that I’m jealous or insecure, but then Kaya said I should tell you.”
“Tell me wha
t?” He had to remember to thank Kaya.
Her chest trembled on a shudder and the slice of strawberry on her left nipple rolled down the side to nestle between the valley of her breasts. “Tell me what?” Adam asked again as he dropped his head and began nibbling on that slice of strawberry.
She trembled and moaned. “I—I—I ran into your—your ex today.”
“Which one?” he asked lapping at the cream on the side of her breast and taking a slice of banana and melon into his mouth. Her heart was beating so ferociously, it gave pulse to his lips as they skipped across the silky heated surface of her skin.
“Cla—Uh—Claire...”
“It’s a small town. Where?” He licked at her nipples in turn, rolling his tongue around them before feasting on the slices of kiwi and pineapple on her breasts.
Her fingers burrowed into his hair. “At—at the esplanade when I was—um—wait— Ahh,” she screamed when he pulled one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck her earnestly. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, and her lower body jerked upward bringing their sexes into heated contact. Her leg that had been draped over the back of the chaise lounge crash-landed on his shoulder in a trembling heap.
Adam seized the opportunity to ease her down the lounge so that her sweet little behind was on the edge. He spread her wide, and holding her open with a hand on each of her thighs, he settled between them. “Continue,” he said, bending to lick his way over to her other breast. He flicked at her nipple, loving the feel of it hardening against his tongue, and welcoming the sighs of pleasure escaping from her throat. To fan her desire, he pressed his hips into her and began sliding the ridge of his cock along the slickness of her femininity. He felt the pitted cherry pop between them, splaying warm, sticky juices into the hairs at their groins. “Go on, Tashi. I want you to hear exactly what Claire said to you. Tell me everything.” His voice was thick and slurred with constrained passion, and a little bit of pain from her tugging on his mane. He licked his way down her breasts, leaving no traces of fruit or cream behind.
“She—um—she asked me if I got pregnant to trap you into marrying me.”
“Well, we both know that’s not the case.” His lips trailed south to her torso. He took his time eating every bit of fruit she’d placed there before he licked her quivering stomach clean of the whipped cream. “What did you say to her?” He used his tongue to pluck the red grape from inside her belly button, and as the sweet juice burst into his mouth, he proceeding to lick the remnants of the whipped cream out of the hollow.
Tashi was trembling now, and her hands were beating out an erratic rhythm on his shoulders, his back, and his head. “I—I didn’t re—respond.”
“Do you think you’re pregnant?” He dropped feathery kisses all over her stomach as he rocked his hips against her.
“I don’t—don’t know. I feel I might be. Michelle says I could find out by the end of the we—week.”
“Hmm…” Adam disconnected their sexes and trailed one hand along her silky thigh toward her moist heat. He parted her and slipped a finger inside her—knuckle deep. Her muscles clamped around him, hot and wet and so tight he had to exert effort to move his finger back and forth.
“Adam,” she moaned, trying to squeeze her thighs together to combat the pleasure of his finger moving back and forth inside her. “Oh…Yeah… Oh yes.” She began to gyrate her hips, trying to match the rhythm.
With a wicked smile, Adam traced his tongue from her belly button to the outline of her furry groin. He nibbled at the remnants of the crushed cherry, licking her bush clean of the sweet tartness. As usual, her scent thrilled him, and he headed south. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her little swollen yin bean, her musky taste making his cock dribble on his stomach. She gasped and jerked into his mouth. “What else did Claire say?” He traced his tongue along the insides of her folds as he fondled her breast with his other hand, lightly pinching the nipples between his fingers.
“Oh, God, that feels so—so good.” She began to buck into his face as her breath came out in sharp short gasps. “Eat me. Yes, eat me.”
“Is that what she said?” he asked in mock humor.
“No. No.”
Adam glanced up to see her head rolling from side to side on the chaise as her breathing became heavier and more labored. “I want to know what else Claire said, Tashi.” He licked up and down her moist heat from her clit to her opening time and time again as little mewling sounds escaped her throat. He loved those wild sounds of nature she made—sounds he’d only heard from the big cats in the jungles of Africa. No other woman had mewled for him. Longing for more, Adam opened his mouth over her naked flesh and began to eat her, and suck her like she was a piece of succulent fruit—only sweeter, so much sweeter and hotter, he thought as his finger delved deeper and faster into her.
She began to ride against his face and press on his head to keep it between her legs. She needn’t have worried. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere. “Tell me, Tashi. What else did Claire say to you?” He let his hand slide off her breast to her heaving stomach. He opened his palm and pressed the heel to the area just above her groin to heighten her desire.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna… Adam…” She arched upward to meet his hand and his mouth.
“Is that what she said?” he asked easing his pressure, forcing her back from that chasm of ecstasy she was about to topple into.
“No, no,” she wailed in frustration. “She—she asked... Oh God…Hmmm… She asked if you—you told me you loved me.”
He strummed her clit with his tongue.
“Ummph!”
“What was your response?”
“I um— Oh... God…”
He dragged his tongue down the length of her pleasure trough, moving it left and right so as not to miss one sizzling inch of her, then pulling his finger away, he replaced it with his tongue, pushing it deep inside her, as deep as it would go while his thumb moved up to play with her engorged yin bean. As she called out his name, Adam mixed it up, alternating between his tongue and his finger, easing, then intensifying the pressure until Tashi’s whimpers, moans, and unintelligible garble indicated that she had no idea whether she was coming or going.
“Adam, please,” she begged in a broken whisper, pulling on his hair as her body twisted like a whirlwind on the lounge.
“Please what?” he asked against her raw flesh. “What do you want, Tashi?”
“Come. I want to come… Let me come....”
“After you tell me how you answered Claire.” Adam was done playing with her. He pushed his finger back inside her, and locking his lips over her clit, he feathered it with his tongue as his finger burrowed deeper and faster within her. She was quivering and her teeth were chattering if she was lying naked on a bed of snow. Her thighs clamped around his head in a killer grip as her fingers tightened around his mane, causing him a bit of worry that she would rip handfuls of hair from his scalp. “What did you tell her?” he demanded on a deep groan brimming with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“I told her— Oh God! Adam. Eat me! Adam… I’m— I’m cooo—ming… I’m coming…”
“Perfect answer, mon chéri.” Adam chuckled with wicked intentions as he tightened his tongue and jabbed it deep inside her. Her muscles clenched around him like a vise. Her stomach heaved more violently. She uttered a moan that turned into a long mewling cat-like sound. Her body tightened taut as a banjo string, and her breathing stopped for a few seconds before she released her passion on a vigorous tremor and collapsed on the edge of the lounge. He waited, and sighed with satisfaction when a deluge of warm sticky moisture splashed into his mouth. Adam replaced his tongue with his finger and lapped up her delicious woman’s juices, all of it while she shuddered under his face and the velvety walls of her vagina contracted around his finger like a wet ring of fire.
When she finally lay still, but still panting, he kissed the insides of her trembling thighs as he slowly and reluctantly pulled his finger from i
nside her. As he pushed to his feet, he clasped her hips and pulled her buttocks closer to the edge of the lounge, stationing her feet on the cushion. He knelt between her spread thighs and gazed down at her.
Her body was coated with perspiration, her hair a tangled mess above her head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly parted, exhibiting the expression of a woman who’d just been thoroughly satisfied—dreamy and hazy. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside her, to feel her slick heat clutching at his thrusting cock like it had clutched at his finger. She’d promised to come for him over and over again tonight, and he wasn’t about to let her renege on her promise. Adam’s cock twitched against his stomach as if telling him that it was its turn to be inside her. To temporarily oblige it, he reached between Tashi’s legs, curled his hand around the aching muscle and stroked it a few times as he crawled up the lounge. Supporting his weight on his elbows and his knees, he bent his head and covered Tashi’s mouth with his.
Her eyes popped opened. Her pupils were so large, so wide, Adam felt as if he was free- falling into her enchanting, innocent soul—the soul on whose walls he was determined to hang a plethora of enjoyable, beautiful memories to replace the unpleasant ones she’d had up until now. She opened her mouth to welcome his tongue coated with her juices and the musky smell of her womanhood while her hands caressed his back, lovingly, tenderly as if thanking him for the pleasure he’d brought her. That show of tenderness was just what Adam wanted from her, and as they kissed softly and affectionately, Adam reached between them and, grasping his cock, he blindly aimed the tip toward the entrance of her garden of delight. It hit home on the first thrust.
Tashi stiffened, her nails dug into his back, and her eyes popped open as the head gained entrance and nestled just inside her sweetness. Adam sighed into her mouth as the electrifying sensations of entering a wet furnace washed over him. He lay still for a moment, breathing control into his system. Finally he raised his head and gazed down at her. “Now for the main course,” he said with a heated smile.
