Chapter Four.
ADONIS’S POINT OF VIEW
My dick is harder than has ever been in my entire fucking life. It's like I'm a hungry lion trapped in a cage, right next to a deer.
I can see it, I can smell the sweet scent of blood, but I can’t fucking taste it, and fuck, I’m fucking hungry!
I can only watch, doing my best to calm the beast inside of me.
My breath catches as I take in her scent once more, trying to commit the aroma of jasmine and bergamot to memory.
I am being punished for all my sins.
I have the Goddess of sex, seduction, and beauty in front of me, and I can’t touch her.
As I let my eyes drift shut, I'm overcome by her intoxicating scent. Her hot breath tickles my neck again, and the tip of her wet tongue traces the curve of my ear in a sensuous gesture, then follows the line of my jaw.
The sweet moisture and heat it radiates make me groan, and my dick throb. It's all I can do to resist reaching out and claiming her, but I have to play by the rules, so I grit my teeth and let out a deep, frustrated groan when she teases me by stopping just an inch from my lips.
We're breathing each other’s air, looking into each other’s eyes.
She’s daring me to disobey her, and I’m fucking tempted because I’m not a fucking submissive, but what if she’ll leave?
After a few agonizing seconds, she grabs my shirt, pulls me close, and presses her lips to mine.
Sweet Jesus Mary mother of God!
Her lips are full, soft, and smooth, and she has a taste like a sour cherry.
Fucking delectable!
The wild kiss slows down but remains rough enough to make my lips tingle with slight jolts of pain, and I love every single ache, knowing that in the end, her lips will be swollen, maybe even bruised. Every time she licks these sinful lips, she’ll remember me and this otherworldly kiss.
I lick her lips in between, and she parts them, granting me access, and welcomes my tongue with hers. The exquisite taste of expensive champagne mixed with sour cherries invades my mouth and awakens all my senses, sending a wave of shivers accompanied by palpable pleasure through my spine, straight to my hard dick.
Our kiss gets wild again, our teeth clash, our tongues battle for control, and damn, she’s a tough opponent, but I'm not about to let her take the lead. I swirl my tongue around hers, then draw it into my mouth and lick it with my own tongue, making her let out a soft moan.
What a sound, what a sexy, beautiful sound...
Her hands glide up my chest, to my neck, then she runs her fingers through my hair, tugging on it gently, her sigh echoing inside my mouth.
I thought that this was it, time to switch roles, but as soon as I try to touch her, she pushes me away.
She is driving me fucking nuts.
The kiss breaks from lack of air and frustration. I clench my jaw and ball my fists, fighting with myself to stay still as she takes a step back, slowly lifting her dress, and looking at me with a sensual smirk. Again I thought… this is it, but when I'm about to take a step towards her and destroy her body and watch her crumble at my feet, she stops me by lifting her hand.
I groan in sheer frustration, and she smiles victoriously, then bites her lips teasingly, driving me further insane.
She’s a fucking tease!
She slowly removes her panties, steps out of them, and then takes my hand, placing them in my open palm. I close my hand, and I feel the moisture - they're absolutely soaking wet, I could practically drink them.
This woman is killing me, and she loves it!
They call me the Devil, but I’m nothing compared to her. I humbly hand her the title because she fucking deserves it.
I lift my hand to my nose and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her pussy.
FUCK!
So this is how heaven smells like.
She lets out a soft moan as she watches me do it, then bites her lip hard, as if she’s struggling with herself. Is she fighting the urge to give in, to submit to me? I goddamn hope so.
I let go of that hope when she starts walking backward, slowly moving toward the small desk, then jumps on it and gradually parts her legs, giving me the perfect view of the gates of heaven.
As of this moment, my brain stopped functioning. Every single drop of blood from my body went straight down to my dick and my neurons died.
My body works on its own, and I go towards her, but she lifts her right leg and stops me by putting the black stilettos with red soles on my crotch, and I groan from the pressure.
I want to ask her what the fuck did I do that she wants me dead, but no words come out of my mouth as she takes off her high heel and starts rubbing my dick up and down in slow motions with her bare foot, putting pressure on it, and I swear that for the first time in my life, my knees buckled from the pleasure.
And as if that wasn’t enough, she starts rubbing her perfect, pink, shaved pussy with two slender fingers, moaning and biting her lip while looking straight into my eyes.
She slides her fingers down to her entrance, inserting those two sinful fingers inside of her, making my dick throb with need, and I involuntarily push my hips to get more pressure from her manicured foot.
HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD!
I am speechless, frozen by the intensity of the sexual tension and the view of perfection.
For the first time in my life, I am stunned.
She is an angel, but at the same time, a demon.
My gaze is fixed on her, taking in every expression, committing them to memory, listening to every sigh, and admiring the rise and fall of her full breasts with each rapid breath. The juices I long to taste are spreading across her thighs and fingers, and I watch, transfixed, trying to remain upright and not collapse to my knees, begging her to let me take over.