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

pure, unadulterated sex subtly emanated from the pores of their skin. Soon it overwhelmed the other odors and captivated them further, sharpening the animal side of their sexual desire for each other.
    Mirella’s heart quickened, beating so hard she could feel it pulsating with the crashing waves. Mesmerized by the sounds, she imagined the crest of each wave as it broke and rushed across the beach in a torrent of white foam. And she took pleasure in Adam hovering over her in all his rampant maleness, the exquisite sensations of her own body inflamed by his hands, his mouth, his tongue.
    Again and again she heard the waves hit the beach, and her one thought was of the rich delectable foam of Adam’s orgasms breaking over her. She longed to feel all that force of life rushing down over her eyes, her lips, her breasts, and to see her erect nipples, flushed into painful sensitivity by the passion of his sucking lips, glisten with his come. She imagined herself glazed with his sperm from head to toe, and still she wanted more: the thrust behind
his
waves,
his
orgasms. She yearned to experience
his
need to take her, to fill her fully with himself. She longed to be the recipient of his desire to vanquish her, by probing her womb with his phallus again and again, and to have him explode inside her with aburst of his seed that she could draw up into the core of her being.
    Mirella put the back of her hand to her lips, sucked the flesh into her mouth and bit hard, in the hope of holding back a cry for Adam to take her, fuck her into oblivion, wrench from her huge powerful orgasms to meet his own and to match the ocean waves, and then to bring her back into the world again with tender care and love.
    But her need was too great, and tears of passion and love filled her eyes for the man she had just married, Adam, who always made her submission to him and to eros such a joy. She caught her breath, and a short quick sob escaped from her, behind the hand she clenched between her teeth. Slipping sensually and slowly onto her back, she drew her legs up and voluptuously, languidly spread them open, never taking her eyes from Adam’s.
    “How magnificent, how divine you are, my love,” said Adam, as he placed himself on his knees between her legs and sat back on his haunches and stroked the inside of her thighs.
    Adam was clearly in awe of Mirella, her sensuality, the way she mobilized all her senses. He watched her intently, straining to catch every sound, scent, and sight. He was all-seeing, all-hearing, wanting to miss nothing, wanting to take all of her into himself.
    Because physically she had exposed herself totally to him, he knew that for the moment she had turned herself off mentally and emotionally, baring her body and her soul. Because of her and the way she was now before him, he felt himself stepping quickly out of his own defenses and becoming vulnerable, felt himself give way to join her in that place she inhabited.
    He stopped stroking Mirella, flattering her. Instead of pleading with her, he unexpectedly whispered commands, softly yet most firmly and authoritatively: how he wanted her to fondle herself for him, play with her breasts, suck on her own nipples, spread open her vaginal lips and play with her clitoris. She shivered with delight at her own orgasms and stroked his lips and tongue with her fingers covered with the sexual honey of her cunt. He never touched her while making his demands.
    Mirella obeyed his every command because obeying Adam never failed to arouse her beyond all dreams, all fantasies.
    Adam quite suddenly could not bear waiting any longer, and with passionate sexual violence he charged mightily with thrust after thrust into Mirella, at the same time lying on top of her and kissing her deeply. Lips and tongues, cunt and cock working together in a frenzy of lust.
    It was what Mirella wanted: to be weighed down by Adam’s body. To bear the heaviest burden simultaneously with one of life’s most intense