Cara’s POV
Just as I was catching my breath, another ripping sound echoed through the room and my sports bra fell to the floor, freeing my strained chest from its supposed cage.
My breath got caught in my throat, “Wa… wait. You can’t keep destroying my underwear, Adonis.” I heaved, turning back towards the culprit.
He’d taken off his shirt with his trousers, halfway down his legs. The heat intensified as he quickly removed his briefs. The raw desire I saw in his gaze made my stomach twist in knots.
“Your underwear is the least on my mind, Bel” he murmured, and before I could say anything in reply, gently swept me into his arms.
The feel of his bare skin against mine was out of the world. With each step he took, my chest brushed against his, and I felt the jolt of his hard member pressing against my thigh.
His pounding heartbeat was like music to my ears.
Apart from his clenched jaw and hard-on, it was the only evidence that he wanted me as much as I did him.
Placing me at the edge of the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist, aligning our fronts.
“Is this going to be okay for you?”
My first instinct was to say yes… that he didn’t have to worry, but as I followed his gaze to see him watching my position for any slight discomfort, I began having second thoughts myself.
I was fine with anything as long as it got him to finish what he started, but my back… the story would probably be different by the time we were done.
It wasn’t until Adonis asked, “So how do we do this?” That I realised I had voiced out my thoughts.
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
How did we go from being ferociously heated with one another to considering sex positions?
“I can… lie on my side?”
He looked at me, then at the bed.
“It’ll be too inconvenient for you.”
“How about I go on top then?”
He frowned in deep thought, and I resisted the urge to laugh, knowing he would never accept that. Adonis always wanted to be in charge.
“Wouldn’t that be a lot more stressful?” He muttered. “I don’t want that. Come with me.” He began to pull me towards the bathroom.
“Place your hand on the wall.”
My eyebrow rose, “In here?”
“This would have to do it for now. I’m going to be quick.” Adonis spun me around, his teeth tugging at my earlobe. “Your hand leaves the wall, I stop. Are we clear?” His deep throaty voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Yes, what?”
His large palm found my chest again, giving me a massage I never knew was much needed as my head fell back into him with a sigh.
What was the question again?
He kept tugging and squeezing, switching his attention between each mound.
“Mio Dio, adoro quanto sei diventato piu pieno (my god, I love how much fuller you’ve gotten). I’m still waiting, Bel.” He pressed a peak in between his fingers.
“Adonis!”
“Yes. What?” He repeated.
My head felt fuzzy. I knew the answer to his question, but with the various emotions running through me, it was hard to think.
“Bel, you’re asking to be punished. Do you want me to stop?” He twisted harder, increasing the puddle down my legs.
It felt so painful, yet a sharp pang of pleasure shot through me.
Was he crazy? Stop what? What was the word again? I remembered a second a-
My head clicked.
“Alejandro…” It was barely audible and before I could try again, his teeth replaced his thumb. “Ahhhh… yes please… yes, Alejandro.” I cried out, my voice more like a plea than a response.
“Good,” Adonis mumbled, taking his hands off me to separate my thighs. The next thing I felt was the smooth sliding of his member in between them.
It felt as big and thick as I remembered, making a squelching sound as he slid over me.
In and out.
He took his mouth off me to watch my reaction to his torture. His other hand harshly gripping my waist, as he repeated the motion. He was being as gentle as possible… stiff with his actions, a sign that he would soon snap.
Suddenly, he began to tremble, his breathing picked up, and a loud groan erupted from his throat, the vibration washing over me.
“Let me know…” He choked out, “… if I’m too… rough.”
That was the only warning I got as he yanked the shower on.
****
A long long while later… we were freshly showered and dressed, our banter filling the air as we walked down the stairs for dinner. The atmosphere felt as light as my heart was and my body, less tense and more relaxed.
“I can’t believe you did that.” I giggled, swinging our hands that were linked together.
My emotionlessly satisfied husband shrugged, “You started it.”
“I didn’t tell you to go on until dinner time.”
“It’s a good thing I exceed people’s expectations then?”
Stunned, I halted, causing him to do the same. “Who are you, and where’s the real Adonis?”
The last few hours were officially the best I’ve had in days. I don’t know if there has been research on sex being a therapy because that was how it felt to me.
At every stroke and kiss, I could feel my stress washing away. My mind couldn’t even think of anything else but the pleasure. It was more than just a physical activity. It tightened the connection between us, the tension and quarrels we’ve had all seemed to fade away as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
I don’t know what that was to Adonis, but to me, it was perfection. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, my thoughts swirling with the afterglow of our intimacy. I felt… what was the word again?
Content.
After our little bathroom spree, I barely had the time to recover from my high. The next thing I knew, I was flying in the air, and my back landed on the soft mattress in our room.
Proudly speaking, I didn’t see anything but stars for the next one hour. It’s official; Adonis’s mouth and hands might just be as talented as his member.
When that was over, I decided to repay the favour, and let’s just say, like my husband, I always pay back what I owe handsomely.
The usually tight-lipped Adonis was not so quiet; I had to remind him that we weren’t alone in the house.
When our passion finally subsided, a comfortable silence settled between us as we lay side by side, his head nuzzling my neck and touch lingering.
The quiet enveloped us like a blanket as we lay tangled together recovering from the vigorous exercise-well, I was. He was just a comfort, stroking my hair… chest… in soft caresses. It didn’t take long for the desire to be reignited.
By the time we reached the end, he was pulling me down on top of him.
“Come, Bellisima,” Adonis whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
That moment… it had to be my favourite of all.
The tenderness in his eyes, the way he surrendered control, brought tears to my eyes. I knew how much he valued that control, yet he was giving it up.
We started with slow… breathtaking, intense, and pleasurable strokes for me, but I wasn’t sure about him. He loved it fast and hard and wanted so badly to please him, as my pace picked up, his hands would move to my hips to slow me down.
“Be gentle.” He’d growl lowly.
He was doing it for me… for the babies.
At first, it didn’t feel good. It felt unfair to him. I was the only one finding it pleasurable. It made me uncomfortable.
Yet as my eyes met him… the wetness I saw… the stiffness of his body… Looking into his eyes, I had my answer, and with a small nod, I encouraged,
“Let go Alejandro…”
His high was the trigger mine needed. The instant he did, I immediately followed suit.
“You want to go back? I can have our food brought up.” His deep, amused voice brought me out of my reminiscence.
Clearing my throat, I avoided his gaze, certainly sure that I was the colour of an overripe tomato.
“That won’t be necessary. Let’s go.” I murmured with a coy smile.
If the house heard us doing the deed, I’d like us to be seated before they all joined for the meal. However, that didn’t go as planned.
Everyone but myself and Adonis were already seated.
My father looked up. “Ah, Camila, I was going to check on you when I returned, but Cecelia said you were asleep.”
My eyes found Cecelia’s, who gave me in turn, gave me a wink, causing my cheeks to turn even redder. Jacob who was right beside her, didn’t say a word, looking occupied with his dinner.
Cecelia was always nosy. No one heard a thing, right?
“Uhmm… yeah. I was.” I stuttered, taking a seat.
Forget hearing, I would’ve died of embarrassment if he walked in on us.
Adonis sat beside me, “Miguel-
My head whipped to the side.
First-name basis already?
-Were you able to do what you went to?” He asked.
My father’s eyes darted to mine for a millisecond; it was so brief that I was sure no one noticed. I frowned.
“Yes.” That was all he said, nothing more.
The room fell into another round of silence as everyone focused on their meals. One which I was surprised Adonis was enjoying but said nothing. Half of my plate had been cleared before I remembered our conversation from earlier.
“So Jacob, do you have the picture now?”
For the first time since we walked in, the man acknowledged me.
“Yes, I got it three hours ago, but you were busy.” I nearly choked on my meal. “Let’s have a look when we’re done eating.”
They definitely heard…