Adam's Thorn (29 page)

“Keep going.”  Regardless of his expression,
his voice remained controlled.  Already deep, it had lowered more, the only
sign of his growing arousal.  Well, that and his shaft which had stiffened even
more.

Hooking her fingers in the dress,
she edged it down over her hips, hesitating at the knowledge that he was
actually going to be viewing her body without anything to hide the dimples, the
fullness, the roundness of her limbs.  Biting her lip, she glanced towards the
window.  Maybe if she pulled the curtains-

“Barbie.”  One word, curt, dark.

Jumping, she looked back at him. 
“Adam, I-”

“My way.”  His tone brooked no
argument, was almost ruthless.  “Take the dress off.  Now.”

No man had ever taken such
command, told her what to do.  She’d never have taken it, either, so she had no
idea why she obeyed Adam.

Yeah, she did.  Adam taking
command was hot, was right, because he was the kind of man to take control
naturally.

It had her hands shaking, her breath
coming unevenly, her nipples behind the camisole peaking shamelessly.

It didn’t mean she was weak,
though.

With a slight toss of her head, a
lift of her chin, she fixed her gaze on his and pushed the dress down over her
hips.  It dropped, pooling on the floor at her feet.

The silence in the room was almost
deafening, or maybe it was just the pulse pounding in her ears.

Adam didn’t move, just remained
leaning back against the post, silent, not giving his thoughts away.

For several seconds they remained
like that, the silence lengthening,  Barbie with her chin raised and Adam in
watchful contemplation.

“Are you being defiant, Barbie?”
he finally drawled.

Every nerve inside her shivered in
decadent delight at his words.  “What if I am?”

His lips curved a little, just the
slightest of movement at the corners of his mouth, his gaze dropping slowly, deliberately,
sliding down over her shoulders, further down to linger on her breasts, further
down to - oh God, her generous hips.

She wondered what he was thinking
as he took in the matching panties, the red satin with black lace, the little
bow at the front.  Her heart hammered, her stance growing uneasy as his gaze
went lower still, over her plump thighs and lower to where the dress lay
covering her feet.

“Step out of your shoes and
dress.”  He kept his gaze on her feet as she obeyed, and then he slowly lifted
his gaze again, studying her, lingering on her panties, her waist, her breasts
before looking her directly in the eyes.

Oh God, she’d never felt so
exposed, even though the camisole skimmed just below her hips.  Partially
dressed, yet she felt so naked.  Nerves had her clenching her hands, fear that
he’d find her too fat, too much, too round to meet his tastes after all.  She
might have had the hourglass figure, but it was a whole lot fuller, a whole lot
more overblown.

If he looked at her with disgust,
she’d die.  Right then she knew that Adam had the power to destroy her
confidence, to shatter everything she’d built up over the years.  He could
crush her like a flower, leaving her bruised and wilted, and she doubted she’d
ever recover.

Not from Adam’s scorn, not from
his disgust, not from his abhorrence.

Adam held everything that she was
in the palm of his hand.

Her heart quaked at the
realisation, making her teeth clench to stop them from actually chattering.

When his dark eyes locked with
hers, the heat in them, the naked lust, almost had her sagging at the knees in
relief.  He still wanted her, still desired her.

It gave her courage, her hands
going to the camisole hem.

“Stop.”

She froze, dismay filling her. 
She couldn’t have been mistaken.  Could she?

Pushing away from the post, Adam
straightened to his full height, closing the small space between them.  Slowly
he moved around her, one finger on her shoulder trailing around, leaving a
burning path in his wake.  Behind her, he stopped, his finger running slowly,
deliberately, down her spine, making her arch at the sensation.

Only now he’d see her dimpled
thighs from the back, he’d see - her thoughts tangled, squirmed, lost when his
hands suddenly cupped her buttocks, squeezing, the heat of his body against her
back such a delicious feel as he leaned over her.

Firm lips tracing the curve of her
shoulder to her neck.

Moaning, Barbie angled her head to
the side to give him access, the scrape of his tongue as he licked up the side
of her throat causing a shiver of goosebumps to course down her arms.

His hands lifted and fell, the
combined light slap to both her bottom cheeks at once making her jerk, causing
a rush of moist heat to dampen her panties.

“That’s for the defiance.”  Adam
scraped his teeth across her skin.

She couldn’t think let alone
reply, didn’t actually care, not with  his long fingers spreading out across
her buttocks, flexing, shifting, sliding up to dip beneath the waistband of the
satin panties to lie flat against her naked skin.

His hands were so hot, slightly
calloused palms kneading her flesh, thumbs sliding along the crease where her
bottom cheeks met, probing gently, parting slightly, making her breath catch. 
Lower his hands went, thumbs sliding, then back up until he pressed lightly
with his thumbs at the base of her spine.

Delicious, so good
.

Sucking gently at the pulse
pounding in her throat, Adam slid his hands up under the camisole to cup her
hips, fingers kneading gently, then up higher to spread his fingers on each
side of her waist, rubbing, almost seeming to test the softness of her flesh. 
Fingers flexing, he dragged his short, clean nails lightly across her belly,
fingering her belly button and making her squirm with the sensations, the
tickle and the erotic drag.

His laugh was low, dark, his mouth
sliding further along her throat until he was nuzzling under her ear. 
“Beautiful.”

Hot sparks skittered under her
skin, every nerve coming to searing life beneath his knowing touch.

The big palms slid higher, dragging
up each side of her under the camisole, coming around to cup her breasts.

Finally, finally…she couldn’t help
but arch into his touch, her eyes closed, bottom lip caught between her teeth
as she bit back the moan of pure ecstasy at the heat of his palms seeping into
her breasts.

He massaged, palms circling,
fingers kneading, until she was whimpering, her cry escaping unbidden when he
plucked gently at her straining nipples, working the over-sensitized peaks.

Every pull, very press, every roll
of her nipples between his finger and thumb had sensation shivering along an
invisible thread to her secret feminine places, stringing her taut, making her
insides vibrate with delicious, torturous heat.

Needing to feel him, she lifted
her hands to press over his, only to have him order huskily, “Hands down.”

“Adam…”  It was almost a whimper.

“You had your time earlier.  This
is mine.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed, curling
her fingers into fists to stop herself from reaching for him once more.

He continued his slow, heady
exploration of her breasts, weighing the heavy globes, fingering her nipples,
learning what made her gasp, what made her breath suck in, what had her
writhing.

When his hands left her breasts,
they ached.  Restless, seeking to ease the ache between her thighs, Barbie pressed
her bottom back into his groin.  The hard shaft that pressed back into her was
clear proof of his arousal, but he obviously had better control.

That was damned frustrating.  It
meant he wouldn’t hurry, he’d take his time, while she was ready to flop onto
her back and demand he take her and-

All thought left her then, her
body stiffening, her breath catching when one of his hands flattened on her
belly and in an unerring, slow, sensual slide, glided under the waistband of
her panties, through the curls of her mound and lower.

Leaning down, he bent over her,
resting his strong jaw on her shoulder.  Barbie could see him from the corner
of her eye.  He was watching the glide of his hand, his gaze fixed steadily on
where his hand disappeared from sight beneath the waistband.

His other hand was on her belly,
holding her firm against him.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered
softly.

Heart pounding, she obeyed, biting
her lip to force back a moan when his hand slid lower, fingers gliding through
the curls atop her womanhood to trace the lips of her labia.  Touch gentle, he
rubbed, massaged, just dipping the tip of his middle finger between the
sheltering lips, making her squirm.

His hand firmly against her belly,
holding her, his laugh low, seductive.

“I do like a woman’s response,
baby.”  Turning his head, he pressed a soft kiss to her throat, then her chin
when she looked at him.  It didn’t take much for him to lift his head a little
and capture her mouth, his kiss firm, tongue stroking in to taste her at the same
time his finger delved between her labia.

He swallowed her gasp, catching
her against him when her legs weakened, his finger pressing flat against her
perineum, thumb seeking and finding her clitoris, teasing the little nub.

Lifting her arm, she curled it around
so that her hand was at the back of his head, fingers twining in his hair,
finding the dark strands as thick and silky as they appeared.

Luxurious.

A whimper slipped from her when he
circled the entrance to her body with the tip of his finger before he slipped
inside just a little, gently pulling at the opening, stretching it first one
way then the other in tiny little tugs. The whole time he kept flicking her
clitoris, making her legs tremble, her heart thunder and her secret places weep
with need.

Releasing her mouth, he looked her
directly in the eyes.  “So wanting.”

“Yes…please…”  She could almost
fall into the dark pools of his eyes and drown in the prurience luring her into
the depths.

Straightening, he didn’t answer,
his hand withdrawing from between her thighs, leaving her empty and aching.

Hands on her hips, he turned her
to face the bed, using his body behind her to bend her over, placing her hands
on the mattress.  Chest to her back, his groin snugged against her bottom, his
shaft, so hard and demanding, cradled between them, his breath hot and moist on
her ear.  “Keep your hands flat on the bed.”

Heat coursed through her, a thrill
of apprehension combined with anticipation, ardour prickling down from her
breasts to her secret places.

Adam lifted away, his hands
sliding down her back until his fingers hooked into her panties, slipping them
off her hips and sliding them down her thighs, dropping them to her feet and
off with a simple touch of his finger on her instep that had her lifting first
one foot, then the other.

His breath was on the backs of her
thighs, drawing a shuddering breath from her when she realised that he knelt
behind her, able to see -
ohhhh
…. She jerked sharply when his finger
traced down the crease of her derriere right down to where her body wept for
him.

“Spread your legs.”

If his voice hadn’t been so dark
and husky with obvious arousal, Barbie doubted she could have done it, but
knowing he was as turned on as she had her obeying.  The fact, however, was
that he was in more control of his desire, his touch steady as he trailed the
fingers of both hands up the insides of her thigh.

“Such pretty legs,” he murmured
softly.  “So soft and round, made to slide against a man’s body.  And here…” 
His fingers traced the edges where her bottom cheeks met her thighs.  “So soft
and round again.”

When he slid his finger lower, her
fists clenched in the doona as a flash of heat speared through her, but before
she could do or say anything beyond a half aroused gasp, she froze.

Adam’s thumbs on each side of her
labia pulled the lips gently apart, the cool air invading the heated places
that had been protected until he'd opened her.  Unexpectedly, the flat of his
tongue licked up the length of her, making the bottom of her belly drop clean
away.

Her elbows almost buckled, only
her desire, her need, keeping her upright.  Arching her back down, she didn’t
know whether to push back against him or try to clamber up on the bed away from
the torturous sweep of his tongue.

Hot breath on her flesh, his tongue
disappearing, making her relax just a little, until firm lips closed over her
clitoris and tugged gently.

“Ahhhh!”
  The cry exploded
from her, cutting through the air, followed by a low keening as he sucked
firmly on the little nub, bringing it to hard, nerve-tingling life.

Back arched, head up, Barbie could
only shake, shiver, every thought, every nerve zeroed in on Adam’s mouth on
her.  Colours started to explode before her eyes, sparking as her arousal
intensified, the erotic pull on her clitoris drawing rapacious ardour through her
with carnal claws of sweet, sharp desire.

Almost there, almost
… She
teetered on the brink of the orgasm crawling relentlessly through her, only to
almost sob when Adam’s mouth left her.

“Adam,
no
!”  She almost
wailed it in frustrated agony.

He laughed, low, dark, the sudden
tap of his finger on the engorged little nub making her jump.  A second tap had
her almost mindless, and then she could only whimper and push back into his
hand when he cupped her womanhood, pressing hard, holding all that delicious
heat inside her, her cream coating his palm but not allowed to go further. 
“Not yet.”

He kept her orgasm inside her, her
arousal, the heat of his hand controlling her.

As the urgency faded, leaving her
unfulfilled and aching, her nerves sputtering, he recommenced licking, teasing,
flicking the clitoris, and within seconds she was climbing the peak again,
faster this time, sharper.