Suddenly the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and Adam coaxed her down; her back hit the satin coverlet and she looked up at him, braced above her. His palms were either side of her head, his brown eyes so completely focused on her that she shivered from head to foot.
Rolling onto his side, he tiptoed his fingers across her sternum, over her tummy and downward, his eyes hot and heavy with delicious intent as they reached the very heart of her.
His fingers circled and teased and tantalised until she was burning for him, and when he finally slipped inside her she clenched around his fingers. ‘Please, Adam,’ she breathed, begging him to end the torment.
At her words his erection nudged her thigh and she reached out to span and stroke the velvety thick length of him. He groaned long and low as she slid her hand to the tip of his hardness, circled the satiny head and glossed over the bead of moisture she found there. He felt amazing.
‘You’re killing me, Liv,’ he gasped.
Not as much as he was killing her.
Olivia undulated on the bed, raised her hips, questing, needing release with a painful intensity as his skilful provoking ministrations pulled her to the brink and back; the pleasure was so excruciating her breath caught in her throat.
Then finally, with one, two, three deft strokes, he found her sweet spot and she cried out, shattered as she clenched around him in release.
It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes before she floated back down to earth to find him watching her, a thoroughly satisfied smile tilting his lips. She stroked his cheek, unable to think of anything to say except thank you—which felt wholly inadequate.
‘That was incredible,’ she said.
‘That’s just the starter,’ he said. ‘You’re in luck. It’s HOOGOF day.’
‘You’ve lost me.’
‘Have one orgasm, get one free,’ he murmured, and Olivia burst into a peal of laughter.
‘You want to take me up on it?’
‘Absolutely, I do.’ Hard to believe she could come again, but already her body tingled as he gently nudged her legs apart and knelt between them.
Adam lowered his head to kiss her tummy, then trailed a path of butterfly kisses upwards until he reached her breasts, where he laved first one nipple then the next. Exquisite sensations shot through her, and Olivia gripped his shoulders and scored her nails down the gorgeous supple length of his back.
Waves of pleasure swirled deep inside her and she thrust upward, desperate to have him inside her.
She watched him fist a condom down his length, his hands unsteady. ‘Now, Adam,’ she whispered.
Then he was braced above her, sliding that long, hard thickness inside her so slowly that every gorgeous inch sparked a new and building tension, creating a maelstrom of pleasure until she couldn’t bear it any more.
‘Please...’ she moaned, and he began to thrust faster, harder, the sensuous wonder so fierce Olivia thought she’d pass out. Then they reached the apex and she shattered beneath him, crying out his name as she soared to release. Distantly she heard Adam’s deep, exultant roar and knew he’d followed her into the abyss.
* * *
Olivia opened her eyes to the lilting sound of birdsong and the knowledge that all was right in the world. A world where she lay cocooned in Adam’s strong embrace, enclaved in a sanctuary of sheer bliss.
The night and the pre-dawn hours had fulfilled and exceeded any flight of fantasy, and had revealed to her a truth so blinding in its pure simplicity that she felt like an idiot for never realising it before.
Yet at a primal level she knew no one else could have shown her except Adam. He had demonstrated that a union of bodies was exactly that. A union . She and Adam had given and taken, shared a mingling of mutual need and fulfilment, soared on the waves of ecstasy to achieve communion .
Nothing she had experienced before could be compared—no more than she would liken the flickering light of a nearly dead torch to the hot blaze of a desert sun.
Very gently she shifted, not wanting to wake Adam but consumed by the need to see him, to study the planes and angles of his sleeping face. Too late; his eyes had opened and he surveyed her with drowsy, languorous contentment.
‘Hey,’ he said, and his sleep-roughened voice tugged her heart as he pulled the blanket over his head and pulled her back into the crook of his arm.
A sudden realisation shot through Olivia: she would never see him like this again. Dark hair mussed from her fingers, bare, smooth skin available for her caress. Never again would Olivia experience the magic of their bodies’ union.