This Stream of Dreams (Mirella, Rashid and Adam Book 2) by Roberta Latow Page A

With it, he blocked out the outside world and their new responsibilities as a husband and wife, and brought them back to their intimate selves. Almost before Mirella realized it, the music had stopped and the violinists were leaving, yet the atmosphere of promise spun in the air by their music lingered on.
    Mirella thanked the men and watched Adam usher the musicians to the door. When she heard the click as he locked the door from the inside, her heart skipped a beat in anticipation.
    Adam went directly to her. He took another sip of his wine, and touched the blossoms in her hair with extreme tenderness,then kissed her fingers curled around the coupe. Mirella closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the touch of his lips upon her skin, wanting more, wanting to be taken by him, dissolved by him, drowned in their loving orgasms. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to bring herself under control.
    “That was lovely, crazy romantic lovely,” she said. “Thank you,” and she kissed him, grazed his lips with hers, unable to take any more initiative with him for fear that his need for sexual release was not yet as great as hers. She continued somewhat nervously, “And these champagne glasses …”
    “I had them made for this day, one of my wedding gifts to you, and to me too. They are in memory of that first visit of mine to your house in Manhattan and the fantasy it inspired that came true. The very first time I saw you was when I was standing on your doorstep in the rain. I thought to myself then, ‘The last thing I expected to meet this evening was a woman I wanted to fuck in the soft warm rain.’ I think I fell in love with you, or began to fall in love with you, at that moment, then and there. I have never stopped. When you served my drink in a glass like this one, my heart stood still. I shall never forget it.”
    Adam took Mirella’s coupe from her hand and placed it along with his own on the table next to her. She had just enough time to say, “Oh, Adam, I love you, I love you in ways that are utterly new to me. This is like the first day of my life as a lover.”
    And then she was in his arms and he was kissing her with a sweet tenderness that quickened to passion, and then, aroused by her sexual desire as well as his own, into something more wild and uncontrolled that erupted into more, much more. In between his kisses and caresses he whispered, in a voice unmistakably timbered with lust, “After so much anticipation, so much waiting for this moment when I would possess you completely and forever as my wife, my friend, all that is eros, as the other side of myself, it’s here. Only you have ever aroused both sexual desire and a real and deep love in me. Only with you am I overwhelmed with the power and delight of being both the dominant and the submissive man in love and in acts of sexual pain and pleasure.”
    Adam’s desire to kiss, caress, and experience everything conceivable associated with sexual desire and its infinitepleasures spurred him on to assist Mirella to undress. In the church, he had reveled in the beauty of Mirella dressed as his bride. Mirella in her wedding gown and veil had felt deeply the role of the bride and what it would mean to their lives, but now they both found the white lace gown a symbolic burden in the bedroom. Silently, happily, they allowed their lust to direct their disrobing.
    Less than ten minutes after she had entered their suite Mirella lay naked, propped on one elbow, enmeshed in Adam’s heartfelt worship of her body with kisses and words of devotion and love.
    Stripped of his wedding clothes he stood with one foot flat on the bed, his hands resting on his hips, his large thick phallus, massively beautiful and erect, dominating their deeper feelings for each other.
    The rhythmic crash of the deep blue Atlantic waves on the beach below filled their ears. The salt air mingled with the scent of the flowers in the room and the raunchy perfume of lust. The natural aroma of