Page 70 of Pure Magic
In a relatively short time, I’ve come to realize, I can deny him nothing. Lying on the pallet of blankets from my room in Windsor, I watch as he washes himself from head to toe. I can hardly breathe as he rubs the cloth along his hard shaft and lingers there with a soft groan.
Adam mutters a spell, and fresh water appears in the basin along with a clean cloth, which he wets before kneeling at my feet.
Leaning on my elbows, I watch as he bends my knees and presses them wide. My center pulses with need and a long sigh escapes my lips before he’s touched me anywhere intimate.
He cleans me with such slow determination, it’s as if I’m a religious icon and he the priest charged with its care.
If he takes much longer, my orgasm will come before he’s made an effort in that direction. With the next caress of the cloth, I lift my hips, needing more.
Growling, he tosses the cloth in the basin. He lies between my legs with his head on my abdomen. “I want this night to be special. I want to give you everything I have, even if that is meager.”
Thinking of the length and width of his manhood, I can’t help but giggle. “There is nothing meager about you, Adam.”
Tickling my ribs, he kisses my belly. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, but you’re being far too serious. Make love with me and hold me in your arms tonight. That will be more than I ever expected from my life.” I thread my fingers through his hair and revel in the scruff of his beard against my skin.
His arms wrap around my hips as he kisses his way down my abdomen. His hair tickles my inner thigh, and I sigh. My skin is so sensitive, I long to drag him up the length of my body and beg him to take me fast and hard.
“Not yet,” he says, reading my thoughts. He plants tiny kisses over my center while he cups my bottom. His tongue splits me.
I scream and arch off the pallet.
Adam backs away and mutters a spell to keep our lovemaking noises from reaching outside the tent. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’m killing you with anything but kindness, sweetheart.”
Panting, I ask, “Can you kill me faster?”
A wide smile spreads across his face. “In a hurry? We have all night.”
“Adam,” I scold.
Adjusting his shoulders to press me wider, he wraps his arms around my thighs. With his fingers and mouth hovering so close that I feel the heat along my slit, he says, “As you command, my love.”
When his fingers spread me wide, he blows a puff of air that caresses my bud. So sensitive with arousal, I scream again. I lift my hips when he finally lowers his mouth and sucks hard.
Bouncing against his face, I’m calling out words that make no sense. I grip my nipples, looking for more. My body is on fire, and my core aches to be filled with Adam.
He slows his attention, licking a gentle path around my pearl. Unwrapping one arm from my thigh, he eases his fingers between my legs and presses two deep inside me. He rubs inside me while sucking harder and harder.
Gasping for air, I scream as my pleasure explodes. I shake with the intensity of the rapturous crescendo, which rolls over me so long, I’m struggling to catch my breath. “Adam.”
Crawling along my body, he kisses my abdomen and between my breasts. “I could watch that for a thousand years.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth and nips.
The pain is so good it sends a shiver through me. I wrap my legs around his hips. “I need you inside me.”
“It’s the only place I want to be.” He notches his shaft between my netherlips, and I’m so wet, the head presses in without effort. Covering my mouth with his, he presses his tongue inside while burying his cock deep.
I cry out against his lips while he growls. Every inch of my flesh is heightened in sensitivity, and the base of his shaft rubs my pearl with every thrust. I’m on fire with the growing of a second orgasm. “Adam, I’m—oh, Goddess.”
Pleasure shatters through me even harder than the first.
Adam stills his hips, but holding himself up on his forearms, he presses light kisses on my eyelids, cheeks, and forehead. “I love you, Beth. I have loved you for lifetimes and will love you until the end of time. If that time comes tomorrow, I will love you beyond this existence.”
His oath is as erotic as his shaft still buried within me. I raise my hips, drawing him deeper. His rod presses a spot that renews my need for pleasure. “Oh!” I lift again.
Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls us so I’m on top. The new position brings him deeper. My body tightens around the delightful invasion, and I ride as if we’re back on the road. On my knees, I press my hand to his chest. My nails create red marks, but I can’t control the tightening of my muscles.
Thrusting his hips up every time I plunge down, Adam presses his thumb between my folds, rubbing my wetness in a tiny circle that brings me to the edge of euphoria.
