Cherished (Adam & Ella) (6 page)

He walked toward her, undressing her with his gaze. “I think you need a shower first…since you’re so sweaty,” he said, sensually wiping a finger over her forehead. “You’ll need help. It might take a while.”

Ella’s knees weakened and she closed her eyes as Adam leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing her to him, her breasts crushed against his chest. He began taking her clothes off, right there on the deck, never releasing her from his hot, sexy kiss.

The shower was bright and steamy, the pearl-white tile reflecting the afternoon sun. The white light radiated through the bathroom skylight, basking Adam and Ella in warmth. Music played loudly through the room, booming out of the built-in sound system. The vibrations of the bass pulsed through the air, adding to the sensations flooding Ella’s body.

With water streaming down his back and spraying out, over Ella, Adam rubbed over her nipples with his thumbs. Her wet, slippery skin responded to his touch, his hands cupping her breasts underneath. His hard erection raked her bare belly when he moved closer. Water pouring over her gave a new sensuality to the experience.

Covering her mouth with his, Adam kissed her and it was so hot, so full of need mixed with adoration, that she felt high from the kiss alone. Kissing, in no hurry to let her lips go, Adam raked his tongue inside her mouth with one hand behind her head and the other at the base of her spine, pressing her into him.

The kiss lasted deliciously long; sometimes he tenderly touched her, only to fall back into a hard, deep kiss. Adam took her breath away and Ella floated on the feeling of his mouth on hers, his breath against her skin, his hard body pressed up against her. Adam nibbled at her jaw, and tugged at her lower lip with teasing bites.

Reaching out, Ella took his hard shaft in her hands, loving it with adoring motions. Sliding her hand along the soft, slick skin, she bumped her thumb against the thick rim of the knob. With a rolling motion, she spread the pre-cum around the tip, and unable to resist, dropped to her knees for better access.

Adam’s fingertips caressed the top of her head and her cheeks as she licked him. His bulging cock was beautiful to her, and he was so male, so desirable. Covering the tip with her mouth she sucked, loving the taste. Running her fingers through his golden pubic hair, she moaned and sucked harder.

“Ella,” he groaned. Wildly her hands searched his body, feeling his strong thighs covered with soft hair. Reaching between his legs, she fondled his tight balls and felt to the sensitive area behind them. Groping, feeling, caressing, Ella sought to touch him everywhere.

Holding his hips, she lowered her mouth over his hot member, wanting all of him. The knowledge of the pleasure she could give him spurred her to take him deeper, and once she did, Ella couldn’t let go. It was as if they were joined as one; his pleasure was hers. Covering her teeth with her lips, she pressed harder while sucking.

Moving over his cock, she felt it swell, and heard Adam panting. Inspired, she rolled his balls in one hand while holding his thick base in the other. Guiding her mouth up and down, she felt his pleasure flow through her. It was as if he enveloped her with his presence and she rode with him into deeper zones of sensuality.

Taking his length, Ella ignored her gag reflex, welcoming it, as it meant she could take more of him into her throat. Even through the freshness of the water spraying over her, she could smell his male pheromones, the scent he exuded when aroused. The sexy perfume made her dizzy and she moved a little faster over his cock.

Adam’s panting grew louder, and his body tensed. Ella intended to pull from him every drop he could give her, as though in that taking and giving, she would own him. Knowing he could stop her at any time, but didn’t, incited her to rip away any shred of resistance and make full use of her power over him.

Sucking hard, moving fast, she gripped his hard ass and worked him. Feeling pleasure boil inside him exhilarated her, and heat flowed through her body, making her tingle. Anticipating Adam’s orgasm made her nipples tight, and her own moisture pooled between her legs. Wanting him so much, she sucked deeply and was rewarded when he spurted hard.

His yell echoed around the shower stall, all the more impactful, and his muscles turned to steel. Still holding the base of his cock, she loosened her grip slightly and pulled her mouth off, loving the popping sound when her lips came free. Adam’s cum pumped out, on her chin and over her breasts, drenching her red nipples. She dipped her hand in the thick stream that covered her and bathed her skin with it.

A little faint from the intensity, Ella placed her hands on Adam’s hips for support, looking at his handsome face, soft with satisfaction. Placing his palms on her cheeks, he pulled her to him, tasting his own flavor on her lips. It was so sweet and erotic. Running his tongue over her bottom lip, he licked away drops of his own cum.

Rubbing his palms over her wet ass, he pressed her sex against him, and Ella felt a hot sensation pound through her. Adam’s orgasm had lit a fire to her own need, and the pressure of him against her clit drove her crazy. Lifting her in his arms, he took a couple of steps to the back of the shower and sat her on the bench. She leaned against the wall, and he kneeled before her and flicked his tongue over her nipples until it hurt.

“Adam,” she whimpered.

“Yes,” he whispered, “I know.”

Adam pressed against her inner thighs, spreading her legs and she watched as he leaned in and buried his face in her sex. With his golden hair, dark with water, and his muscled back, he looked like a water god. He’d cast a spell over her and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “
Ahhh,” she breathed as he kissed her intimately.

Adam reached up and squeezed her breasts possessively. Flattening his hands, he rubbed his palms over her stiff nipples, pushing her toward an impossible limit of pain and pleasure. All the while, he kissed her smooth, bare skin and licked her pussy. Wiggling and pressing into him, she wanted more. His hands dropped to her thighs and he looked up, into her eyes.

“Amore mia,” he mouthed. Seeing him, holding her legs apart in his strong hands, witnessing the golden glow in his eyes, Ella whimpered. Knowing what was coming, she melted into the cold marble of the bench underneath her. She licked her lips. Adam caressed the tender skin of the inside of her thighs, and she relished the torture.

Watching her, he leaned forward, stopping barely an inch away. Waiting, he looked at her, his gaze piercing all the way to her soul. Whatever he wanted, she would give. Whatever she had was his, and his, alone. Her ragged breathing sped up the moment he lowered his gaze and put his mouth so close, she could feel his breath waft across her pubis.

Bracing herself with her hands on the bench, she let her thighs fall open when Adam’s lips touched her pussy. He kissed her clit with delicious pressure and ran his fingers along her moist slit. It was heavenly. Craving his stimulation, she arched her back, opening to him. Adam raked his tongue over her wetness, and delirium set in.

Unable to control her reactions, barely in touch with the real world, Ella was lifted into a cloud of sensation, centered with Adam. “Please, please,” she choked out. Adam responded by sliding two fingers inside her and rubbing the spot she needed him to rub. Inside her, he curled his fingers, moving them in a “come here” motion, so his fingertips played over the exact spot that gave her unique pleasure.

It was as though he reached inside her and controlled her feeling and her emotions. Willingly, she gave herself to him. Ella’s panting was loud and fast. Adam continued to bend his fingers inside her, massaging until Ella cried out. On the verge of coming, the intense pleasure centralized in the one super-sensitized spot, unhinged her.

Adam removed his fingers, leaving her to crave his touch, his pressure. Lifting her legs, he put them over his shoulders, her head supported against the shower wall behind her. With his hands on the backs of her thighs for support, he lowered his mouth over her pussy, sucking gently. Panting and moaning, she was desperate for Adam to relieve her from her misery, his mouth both an instrument of delicious sensation and agonizing torture.

Holding her firmly, her legs draped over him with her heels touching his back, he ran his tongue over her wet opening, and dipping inside to taste her cream. Panting and whimpering, Ella’s sanity vanished. She became a greedy woman, a vortex of sexual need. Adam slipped his tongue through her sex, needle-like prickles stabbing at her. He tapped the top of her clit with his tongue then flicked rapidly over it.

Ella cried out. Adam’s hands tightened on her thighs, and his tongue moved faster. The welcome pressure over her hard clit threw Ella into a powerful orgasm. Her legs stiffened, her belly was hard, and she convulsed against Adam’s lips. There was no way to mitigate the strength of the release. Adam held her securely, moving away from her clit at her peak; but kissing her sex and tender skin, wet from her pleasure.

When at last she relaxed, Adam lowered her legs until she sat upright. Ella collapsed against his chest, and her breathing gradually calmed. It seemed like minutes before she came back into herself. Once she could raise her head, she looked at Adam and saw in his eyes the lust she still felt. Raked with the strong waves of her orgasm, she found relief from the intensity of sensation. Yet, instead of being sated, she wanted him more.

Unrequited need was evident in his expression. Adam said, “I want you, sweet Ella. I want to be inside you.”

His swollen cock was so enticing Ella could barely find her voice. “I want you so much, Adam.”

He stood, lifting her in his arms and holding her in an embrace, laced with the electricity of their attraction. Somewhere along the way, Adam must have turned off the water. Still soaked, they stood in the shower, the sound of the music no longer drowned out by the pounding of the water against the tile. He ran his hands lovingly down her back and over her ass, arousing her. Deep in her core, desire heated her.

Turning her around, Adam held her with her back against his chest. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he stimulated her nipples with his fingers. Ella reached behind and felt his hard ass, pressing her hips back against him. Moving closer to the bench, Adam bent forward and put his hands on the seat. Ella was still under him, her ass against his erection, and her hands on the bench for support.

With one hand, Adam reached down and cupped Ella’s sex, making her throb. He reached behind, spreading her legs, and touched her sex with the tip of his cock. “I want you, Adam,” she said desperately.

Feeling the tip slip inside her, she whimpered. Bracing her hands on the bench, bent over, she felt him slip deeper, stretching her. Placing his hands under her hip bones, he lifted her slightly, angling her up to him. Her toes touched the shower floor, but Adam supported her weight in his hands. With her ass tipped up, he slid farther inside, and Ella wanted all of him.

Plunging deeper, Ella felt his wide cock fill her, and her clit responded, turning rock hard. Holding her up, Adam fucked her from behind, and she felt so completely his. There in the shower, wet and naked, his to take, she felt a heavy sensation deep in her vagina. Her entire sex tensed and when her muscles clenched around Adam, his cock felt even bigger.

Holding her and fucking her, Adam carried her to a new plateau of ecstasy. The feeling of him inside her was so good she could have stayed like that forever. But Adam moved faster, thrusting harder, and she felt his cock pulse hard. The orgasm that edged into her awareness took her full force and she plunged into a deep, all-consuming release.

Adam pounded into her, holding her firmly, and even the slapping noise of the contact was erotic. Every nerve ending in her body tingled and her orgasm pulsed hard and long. Adam went rigid behind her, pumping into her, giving all he had to her. The violence of his orgasm compounded hers and she was left weak, completely satisfied.

Releasing his pressure, Adam lowered her hips. Ella stood and turned to face him. Reaching up, she touched his cheek, and he took her hand, kissing her palm. Pulling her against him, he leaned against the side of the shower, and there they stood, too wiped out to move. Lost in his embrace, her body humming from his lovemaking, Ella knew what true happiness was. All she needed was Adam; he was everything.

As Ella stepped into the private jet, luxury surrounded her. It was a custom-designed travel suite. Walking through, Ella saw the tasteful interior with its cream-colored décor and leather seats was both comfortable and beautiful, with attention to every aesthetic detail.

“This was outfitted according to my specifications,” Adam said, guiding her around.

“I guess so. It’s as posh as your house.”

“True. It’s probably more than I need, but it’s designed to accommodate business meetings. Quinn, or Joel and my sales team, use it to cater to investors interested in financing our projects.”

“Hmmm, they’d be impressed, that’s for sure.”

“Business aircraft customization is big business these days. Some of the top designers create the interiors.”

“No wonder.”

“No wonder what?”

“No wonder it’s so lavish.”

“It is, but also functional.”

“You mean the sound system,” Ella said, referring to the music reverberating through the enclosed space.

“Especially the sound system; I have it set up just like I do at home, wired for music in every room. This jet is conservative compared to some. I’ve met a few wealthy businessmen that spend huge sums of money on their jet. The jet is sort of a personal statement to them. It’s not just about traveling exclusively and hassle free—it’s for status, I guess.”

“I can only imagine,” Ella said, awed by what she was seeing.

Opening a door, Adam led her inside a room that sported a big-screen theater with two rows of long, semi-circular sectional sofas for viewing. “We can watch movies.”

“I can see that,” Ella said, grinning.

A living room area had individual seats and a cream-colored sofa with chocolate-brown throw pillows. At the other end, she saw a dining table and six padded chairs. The jet had a gourmet kitchen complete with cocktail bar, and even a built-in gymnasium. There was also a carpeted den with narrow floor-to-ceiling shelves for magazines, held secure behind narrow gold rods.

Giving her the full tour, Adam narrated that the aircraft’s features included high-speed internet access, conference presentation capability (something his sales manager would use), and satellite telephone access—plus individual LCD monitors at each seat, which were hidden in a cabinet when not in use.

Ella was especially interested in what Adam called the stateroom. It was large enough for a queen-size bed with a backless love seat at the foot and a ceiling-high padded headboard, all in cream and brown colors. Along one side were the oval airplane windows with sofa seating underneath. On the other side, there was a room-sized desk, a chair, and a laptop computer.

But it didn’t end there. Adam’s office sported a wide wood desk with executive chair and all the accessories he’d need to work while in flight. The office was long; the space opposite his desk was utilized for comfortable sofa seating and a large square coffee table.

Ella wasn’t surprised to see
Nico at the computer, looking all business, typing something. He’d escorted them to the airport and she knew he’d be on the flight as well as at the concert. She nodded, not wanting to interrupt him. He nodded back at her and held up his hand at Adam in greeting.

“A lot of the materials are very light, and the interior is illuminated with fiber-optic lights,” Adam said proudly.

Ella grinned widely. She’d never seen anything like it.

“What, amore
mia?”

“Let’s just live here,” she said, and then giggled. The space had her so stunned it overshadowed going to the concert. When Adam said he had tickets to see Luciana Souza she hadn’t realized the concert was in São Paulo. Nor had she realized going to the concert meant flying on a luxury jet. As a date, this one was at the top of her list.

“I’m starving. I suppose that gourmet kitchen has food.”

Adam led her to the dining room and they sunk into the padded chairs across from each other. Magically, a stewardess appeared to take their order.

“Ella, this is Marla. She will be serving us today.”

Ella greeted the middle-aged woman, dressed in a brown and cream uniform, with her blondish hair styled in a trendy, jagged cut.

Marla listed off the options for dinner, and smiled pleasantly at their choices. “I’ll serve your meal as soon as we take off and the captain lets me know it is okay to move about.” She disappeared to get the ice waters they’d ordered.

Blake, the captain, came back to say hello. He was tall, trim, and European looking, with graying temples—probably prematurely gray, because he didn’t look over thirty. Adam made the introductions and his pilot strolled back to the cockpit. Adam and Ella buckled in for take-off.

In his khakis and cotton short-sleeved shirt, Adam was alluring. The recent feel of his naked body lingered in Ella’s mind, and looking across the table at him, the memory warmed her. So in love, even the opulent environment paled next to the gorgeous man she called hers.

He looked back, his amber eyes soft. His thick, blond-streaked hair and bronze skin gave him a golden look. Adam was devastatingly handsome and swoon-worthy. And he was all hers. “I’m excited,” she said.

“About the concert?”

“About you,” Ella said, reaching out for his hand.

Adam had slipped off his shoes, and his toes stroked along Ella’s ankle.

“How long is this flight?”

“About an hour, just enough time to eat. Did you have something else in mind?”

“Always.”
Ella gave him her most seductive look.

“We could miss the concert.”

“No way,” she teased.

Once they were airborne, Marla served the sushi with vegetables and small ceramic cups of
saki. Ella proceeded to make a mess of her sushi, until Adam showed her the proper way to eat it.

“Grip the sushi but don’t squeeze. Roll it partway over then turn it upside down, so the rice side is up. Dip lightly in soy sauce. Place the whole piece in your mouth, letting the delicate flavor of the soy-dipped fish touch your tongue first.”

Ella followed the steps and the tasty morsel melted in her mouth. “Yum,” she said, placing her hand in front of her lips, with her mouth still partly full.

“
Fiorella taught me. You have to invert the sushi because the molded rice base will disintegrate if you dip it directly in soy sauce.”

“So I found out,” Ella said.

Bite after bite, Ella savored the treat. At the end, she lifted a piece of ginger with her chopsticks and balanced it up to her mouth, chewing it to cleanse her palate. At the end of the meal, they were served a green roasted tea called agari. Focused on the concert, and enthralled with being on the jet for the first time, Ella was grateful for the light meal. She was hungry while at the same time unable to concentrate on eating. There was too much else going on.

They’d hardly smoothed out at cruising altitude before Marla informed them it was time to prepare for the descent. The only consolation was that Ella could look forward to the return flight on the luxury jet. Maybe they’d even try out the bed.

*****

Ella knew a lot about Luciana Souza. Although born in São Paulo, she’d lived in Boston, New York, and Los Angeles. Growing up in a family of
bossa nova composers, music had been a major part of her life. She sung in both Portuguese and English, so many of her lyrics didn’t need translation for Americans. Her fans spanned the globe.

The concert hall was huge, housing thousands of fans, including a main floor and stadium seating. Ella snuggled in next to Adam, and
Nico took his seat behind them. The crowd murmured in a subdued rumble, anticipation building for the performance. Brazilian music played through the concert-hall speakers, setting the mood. Putting both arms around Ella and squeezing her, Adam conveyed his mutual excitement.

“I can’t believe it, Adam. You got such good seats. I’ll be able to see everything.”

“Yes, and I have these, just in case,” he said, holding up the opera glasses.

By the time Luciana walked out on stage, the crowd was out of control. Yelling, clapping, and even jumping around, they expressed their love for her and the exquisite music she created. Once the music started, Ella was swept into another world, one of beauty, of expression, and of poetry. She gripped Adam’s hand through the moving, emotional songs.

Even after several encores, the crowd was not satisfied, but the concert did end and the lights came up. Adam and Ella just sat, letting the crowds filter out, content to let the mood of the music surround them just a little longer. Laying her head on Adam’s shoulder, Ella said, “That was amazing. I love Luciana. I am so glad we came.”

They were one of the last to leave, and Adam guided her back to the car with his arm around her shoulders. As much as she had enjoyed the concert, Ella was unsettled. She should have been glad that no dark men followed them, and no threats surfaced. But the quiet and lack of visible presence was as unnerving as having something happen. Silence meant plans were
being made, in secrecy, in the background. It had to be, as Ella knew without a doubt that Claudio had not gone away.

Secure in the private jet, Ella settled onto the soft bed in the stateroom and fell instantly asleep. So much for her plans to seduce Adam in the plush confines of the suite. When she woke up, she was wrapped under the soft blanket and Adam was sitting at the small desk, typing. Disoriented, she had no idea how long she’d been asleep, but it was longer than a few minutes, for sure.

“Where are we?”

Adam turned to her. “Ah, you are awake. We are still in the air.”

“I thought we’d be back already.”

“We would be, if we were going to Rio.” His smug smile gave away his intent.

“If?”

“I thought you would enjoy a few days away, surfing. So I directed the pilot to Santa
Catarina, an island off the southern coast, about an hour from Floripa. It juts out into the sea and catches some of the most consistent swell. You’ll love it. It’s a beach paradise with sand as white as talcum powder.”

Ella hardly knew what to say. “But I didn’t bring any clothes. How long are we going to stay?”

“Just a few days. I arranged to have some things delivered to the hotel for you.”

Ella blinked. “What about surfboards?”

“Well, we won’t have our custom boards, unfortunately. But there will boards provided for us.”

Adam was apologizing for not having the perfect surfboards for the trip. Amazing, considering what he had planned. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Yes,” he said. “That’s my intention. I plan to spoil you from now on, so get used to it.”

Adam came over and slid onto the bed beside her. “I was able to get away for a few days, and I want to show you this beach. You’re going to love the surf.”

Ella looked into his eyes, seeing desire reflected there. Adam touched her and kissed her. And her dream of making love high up in the air came true. His loving of her was sweet, slow, and so hot. Leisurely, they fondled each other, happy to be together and bound together in a way that touched Ella deeply.

Surfing would be fun, but Adam’s thoughts weren’t a secret. She was too close to him, too intimate with him, and she knew the trip served a dual purpose. It was a romantic getaway. But also, when they were away surfing Claudio would leave them in peace. The time they’d gone to
Floripa, Adam had made that clear. His father disliked anything to do with surfing, and hated the water, so he’d wait for a more opportune time to act against them. For a few days, at least, they could pretend danger didn’t exist.