Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 149: Making love in the fireplace (part 2)

Chapter 149: Making love in the fireplace (part 2)

Lifting his hand, he brushed her tousled hair off her cheek, slowly combing his fingers through it, watching it spill over her left breast as he mused aloud, "You must have been driving the men in Zen crazy all these years."

"What do you mean?" Mia muttered softly, not sure what he meant by his remarks.

Neil pulled his gaze from her breast and smiled wryly into her eyes. "I mean that I’ve been fantasizing about running my fingers over your

gorgeous breasts since the day I once drove you to the local market in Zen, and I’ve only been able to imagine what it would look like with your hair down on it, until now." He whispered deeply. Remembering the day she’d drove him crazy with lust after their grocery shopping in the local market, and how he’d only been able to imagine what she’d look like without her clothes on, wrapped naked in his arms.

Mia felt a warmth begin to seep through her entire body at his stirring words, and Neil instantly sensed the change in her expression and the way her body relaxed against his. Finally, he remembered a time when Liam had once babbled to him that words could arouse a woman almost as well, and as quickly as the most skillful sexual stimulation, and he realized that at this moment, it was also the best way to accomplish his goal without driving himself to the dangerous extremes of lust that came with touching and kissing her.

Softly and truthfully, he confessed, "Do you know what I was thinking last night during our dinner?"

She shook her head so innocently he felt the urge to touch her all over and taint her innocence.

"I was wondering how your mouth would taste on mine, and if your skin could possibly feel as soft as it looks." He breathed smoothly.

Mia felt herself sinking into a deep, delicious sensual spell as he spread his fingers over her cheek and said, "Your skin is even softer than it looks." His thumb moved over her lips and his eyes watched the movement. "And your mouth...damn, you taste like heaven." His hand slid skilfully down her throat, over her shoulder, then slowly covered her breast, and she shyly dropped her gaze to the ominous wide mouth snake tattoo that covered half of his chest.

"Don’t look away, Mi amor." he whispered, and she forced her gaze back to his. "You have beautiful breasts."

That, Mia felt, was so far from true that it made her doubt the other things he’d just said to her. She’d lived with the insecurities of her appearance for the past years in the University, and her breast was one of her biggest insecurity, to the extent she’d had to wear baggy shirt and sweaters then.

Neil saw the skeptical look on her face, and his mouth quirked in a somber smile. "If you don’t believe me," he whispered, his thumb moving back and forth over her nipple, "then you tell me why I’m dying to touch them and look at them and have my mouth on them right now." Her nipple tightened into a taut little bud against his thumb, and Neil felt lust begin to rage through him again.

"You know it’s true, Mia. You can see on my face how badly I want you." He breathed.

She did see it because it was plain clear in his smoldering, heavy-lidded gaze how much he wanted her; and she wanted him as much as well...

Dying to kiss her inviting lips, Neil drew a long, steadying breath and bent his head, fighting to hold himself in check as he touched his tongue to her lips. "You are so sweet, Mi amor," he whispered huskily against her mouth. "You are so damned lovely."

Mia’s restraint broke before his did. And with a silent moan, she slid her hand around his neck and kissed him with all the passion building inside of her, pressing herself against his rigid length, melting in the shudder that racked his body as his mouth opened over hers in a rough, tender kiss. With an instinct she didn’t know she possessed, she sensed his desperate struggle to prevent the kiss from becoming too erotic; he wanted to go slow on her, she realized. And with that realization, the tenderness she felt for him was almost past bearing.

Brushing her parted lips over his, she coaxed him to deepen the kiss, and when that failed, she started kissing him the way he’d done to her earlier. She touched her tongue to his lips and felt the gasp of his indrawn breath; encouraged by that, she let her tongue make a brief, sensuous movement in his mouth, probing lightly, and then sucking on his bottom lips.

And with that action, she finally accomplished her goal.

Neil’s restraint broke with a low groan as he rolled her onto her back, kissing her with a raw, urgent hunger that made her feel at once powerful and helpless. His hands and mouth claimed her body, sliding over her breasts and waist and back, and when his mouth returned to hers again, he shoved his fingers into her hair, holding her a willing prisoner. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, Mia’s whole body was on fire with desire.

"Open your eyes for me, little one," he whispered.

Mia obeyed and found herself staring at a muscular male chest covered with tattoo. The mere sight of that chest made her pulse pound and made her feel the urge to run her fingers over the snake tattoo. Hesitantly, she raised her gaze from his chest and beheld the changes that passion had made in him. A muscle was moving convulsively in his throat, his face was hard and dark, and his eyes were burning. She watched his sensual lips form two words and heard the rasp in his voice as he pronounced them; "Touch me." It was an invitation, an order, and a plea.

Mia responded to it. Raising her hand she laid it on his cheek. Without taking his eyes from hers, he turned his face into her hand and slid his lips back and forth against her sensitive palm. "Touch me, querida."

Her heart began to pound furiously against her ribs as she trailed her fingertips down his hard cheek, over his neck, to his shoulder, then lower along the rigid planes of his chest. Slowly, she began to trace her fingers over his tattoo. His skin felt like satin, but when her fingers came into contact to the snake eyes, where it happened to be an injury covered with tattoo, she stopped her hand movement and lowered her gaze.

Looking closely, Mia saw, for the second time that his tattoos were made to cover some old injuries. She ran her hands over the hard lines, that looked to be carved against the side of his chest by some hard cord, or some iron, and felt a tightness in her throat. She wondered silently how he’d gotten such injuries, and when she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tattoos, his muscles contracted reflexively.

Intoxicated with her newfound power, she kissed his small nipples, then trailed a long kiss downward toward his waist. A half-laugh, half-groan escaped his mouth, and he abruptly rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands beside her head, his body half covering hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tangling with hers, plunging and retreating in clear imitation of what he wanted to do to her with his body, and the fire that had been building inside Mia exploded into flames.

She managed to pull her wrists from his hands, wrapping her arms around him, she turned into his arms and returned his drugging kisses, stroking his shoulders and back, moaning with joy as his mouth touched her breasts. So lost was she in the desire he was skillfully building in her that she barely noticed when his hand reached down between her thighs until his fingers began to explore her warm, wet entrance intimately.

Clenching her eyes closed, she fought back waves of embarrassment and let herself yield to the exquisite pleasure his knowledgeable fingers were giving her.

Fighting back his rampaging desire, Neil watched the reactions flicker across her lovely face as her body submitted to the unfamiliar, intimate stroking of his fingers. Each sound she made, each restless movement of her head, each time she quivered at his touch, filled him with an unnameable tenderness.

Each second became a beautiful moment in his mind, as bright as a diamond. Beneath his fingers, she was opening for him, wet and warm, and he was desperate to bury himself in her. Instead he held back, and bending his head, he kissed her long and thoroughly while he slid his finger deeply into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and shivered, and the convulsive movement reminded him of her earlier words to him. "Shivering is a good sign," he whispered, increasing the depth of his exploration. "Shivering is very, very good."

Around his fingers, she seemed unusually narrow and extremely tight, and he had an awful feeling that he was built too large for her, that she wouldn’t be able to take his erection without being torn or hurt. But she surprised him when her hands began to move over him, gaining the courage to touch him freely. She then did something completely unexpected, and his breath caught short in his throat when she brushed her fingers over his rigid arousal and then took him in her hand.

The moment her fingers wrapped around him, her eyes flew open in shock, moving on his face. If the situation weren’t so dire and so urgent, Neil would have chuckled at the expression in her eyes. But he was in no mood to laugh or feel flattered that he’d obviously impressed her with his size. In the firelight, she looked at him as if she were waiting for something...a decision from him, a movement, and all the while her fingers were driving him crazy, until he was on the verge of exploding in her hand.

Her other hand lifted to his jaw, soothing away the tension, and the words she whispered to him made him melt. "You were worth waiting twenty-six years for, Neil."

Neil lost control of his breathing. With his palms on either side of her flushed face, he bent his head to kiss her, only this time the word he whispered was hoarse with awed respect. "Heavens..."

With blood pounding in his ears and foreboding weighing him down, Neil position himself on top of her and between her legs, probing at the entrance of her body, easing his way slowly into her tight, wet passage, expelling his breath at the exquisite sensation as her body expanded to take him in, her wet warmth clasping him. When he encountered the fragile barrier, he lifted her slim hips with his hands, held his breath, and lunged forward.

Mia’s body stiffened with the brief pain that consumed her, but before he could react, her arms were around him and she was opening for him like a flower, welcoming him, sheathing him.

Fighting to control the orgasm that was threatening to erupt, Neil moved slowly within her, but when she began moving with him, clutching him to her, his fragile restraint broke along with his desire to prolong the act. Seizing her mouth in a plundering kiss, he drove into her, forcing her faster and faster to the peak, driving her toward it, reveling in her muffled cry as she dug her nails into his back and began to shudder convulsively beneath him.