Fortune Favors The Bold

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: LETTING GO

“Let go, Alaya. Let it all go,” Adonis whispered against her womanhood, then with a final shove he sucked in her clit and felt her shudder against his mouth. When the storm gripped her, her whole body convulsed like a ragged doll, exploding into a savage release. As the waves crashing over her, she responded to every spasm with a vehement reaction.

“Ooooooooh,” she moaned in a husky voice, as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. She gasped in muffled sobs as his fingers continued to probe inside her, while his lips laved her clit. She tasted like heaven.

A mixture of honey and peach, and exquisite amalgam of flavor he would always link to her henceforth drifted in the air. He didn’t stop. He drank all her essence, until she lay spent against him, with no reaction whatsoever to his touch. It was only then that he was satisfied.

He looked up to note that her eyes glazed over as she lay motionless for the longest time. It was easy to gauge when she came back to reality – the brown specters focused to the surroundings. A pretty pink color crept on her cheeks as she closed her legs in self-awareness. Adonis who was still hovering over the lower part of her body sneaked out a hand to stop her.

“Don’t hide away from me, sweetheart. You’re beautiful,” he complimented sincerely, shifting on the bed to allow place for his bulging groin. He blew a hot kiss on her p*ssy and she jerked back in reaction closing her legs out of sheer instincts. Adonis tsked impatiently.

“I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, taking his head in her hand and he snaked upwards for the kiss. Their lips fused and he groaned as blood started to painfully pump into his hardened shaft looking for some kind of release.

His hard-on was pulsating with so much energy that he was pretty sure he was going to embarrass himself soon enough. That had never been an issue with him. He’d never had any control issue during s*x, not even when he was young. His past lovers considered him a patient and excellent partner, one who took his time to bring out maximum pleasure.

But with Alaya, he felt like he was going to explode if he wasn’t going to be inside her. She seemed to read his unspoken need for she grabbed his groin once again and guided him to her entrance. He could have wept in relief.

Without wasting more time, he positioned himself over her, supporting his weight by his arm placed on the bed. With deliberate slowness, he hesitantly entered her, her juices acting as lubricant to facilitate his penetration. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough.

When he was completely inside, he still pushed further inside wanting to be buried deep inside her with his full length. He knew he was huge, and she would have difficulty taking him in fully. She felt so tight that he already felt pleasure blasting from everywhere.

“Okay?” he felt bound to ask giving her a moment to adapt to the intrusion.

“Hmmmmm,” she moaned like she was in total ecstasy. “Never been better. Please,” she asked between gritted teeth, and Adonis lost his mind. He unleashed the restraint he was exerting and started to pump inside her like there was no tomorrow.

Gone was the elegant lover who would be concerned about his lover’s pleasure before his. Gone was the well-bred son to billions’ fortune who looked after everyone around him first instead of focusing on his own needs. Gone was the man who prided himself in never losing control over his emotions.

Here was a wrecked man who was so enthralled with desire that nothing mattered. His thrusts were awkward and urgent, to the point where he would not have been able to stop had she halted him. When his orgasm caught up with him, his toes curled at the anticipation of the climax.

The waves which washed over him were brutal and aggressive, and he allowed himself to be carried away by the tornado. He was unable to fight more. Pleasure settled inside his every cell, the hormones his body was releasing post his orgasm bringing him to a place of nirvana.

It had never been like that for him before. Every partner of his had been thoroughly loved, but it had never been about him. It wasn’t that he’d been left unsatisfied after the physical act. But every time, even if the females had clung to him after he’d given them maximum pleasure, he’d felt something missing. Like being unable to find a piece of jigsaw puzzle to complete the whole picture.

It was no longer the case, although he wasn’t aware what he’d found. It just settled inside him like a comfortable friend who had always been ingrained inside but had been somehow dormant until now.

It didn’t make sense. Not even to him. He just knew that he’d never been that completely fulfilled after s*x, like his soul was gratified by that woman. And that was silly. There was nothing going on between them, she was someone transient in his life.

As reality caught up, the euphoric feeling dimmed. He knew how females worked, they would cling to him, especially after knowing that he was a billionaire. He was usually their ticket to a better life. Or the ambitious career-minded women he’d dated had been eventually after the opportunities he could give them. The ones with wealth were the worst, after boning him they would inexorably assume that he was going to propose since theirs would be a match in Heaven.

He cringed in awkwardness waiting for the pin to drop.

“Now that was awesome,” she said with a Cheshire smile pinned on her lips. She was lying on her back and a sense of wonderment filled her beautiful face, which captivated Adonis against his wishes.

Elation filled him and his heart smiled with contentment. Propping himself on one arm, he supported his head on his elbow as he watched her with a heavy unfamiliar constriction in his chest. He’d never felt so satiated before.

Without intending to, his free hand roamed over her flat belly, tracing circles on the soft skin. It was like he couldn’t stop touching her. “My aunt must be kissing herself right now,” he joked lightly. “You must know she’ll give me hell come morning.”

Alaya smiled wickedly, pleasure spreading on her flushed face. She looked like the cat who’d gobbled all the cream but there was not the slightest amount of treachery or pompousness on her smile. That was one of the things he liked best about her. Her smile. When her lips stretched widely, they reached her ears and there was no doubt about the beauty she was. The happiness she showed was so pure and genuine that Adonis envied her.

“She’s a sweetheart, but we won’t give her the satisfaction,” she winked at Adonis and rolled on her stomach to catch the sheet rumpled at her feet. Covering herself up, she sat up with the sheet plastered her breasts to Adonis’s great chagrin.

“How come?” he arched his eyebrows in surprise.

She shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, I don’t think anyone should know about us. Least of all your family. No offense intended, but I don’t want to be entangled in your dramatic world, Adonis. I’ve had a sample with your uncles and aunts, and this is not something that I could willingly sign up to.”

Adonis was poleaxed to be honest. Normally, women he slept with could not wait to shout to the rooftops that they had boned Adonis Fortune, the sole heir to the Fortunes’ billions.

“What?!” he asked in a stunned stupor, sitting up to face her. She was the one to suggest that they keep the thing between them camouflaged. Of course it was the best idea in the world, something which was on the tip of his tongue. Hell he had been about to suggest the same thing and had figured it would require extreme persuasion from him.

“Listen, don’t take it badly,” she said rationally, unaware of what was going on in his head, and misunderstanding his reaction. “I don’t mean to make it sound bad. We’re from two different worlds, and I like the one I live in. I don’t wish for that to change.”

He blew out the breath which had somehow stuck in his chest.

“Besides, we’re in a tight position. We’re not supposed to engage in an intimate relationship. I mean, I am the detective who’s supposed to find out your father’s murderer for Christ’s sake. Getting personally involved would make things complicated for me at the precinct,” she told him, pushing back the curtain of hair which fell on her face.

Adonis literally felt like someone had popped his balloon. Deflated with disappointment mixed with a little bit of anger. How dared she be the one to suggest that they stifle their affair? What difference does it make? his conscience sleazily put in to disturb him further. Whether it’s you or her saying to keep it bottled?

Adonis didn’t have the answer to that question. All he knew was that he felt disheartened when the suggestion came from her.

“So what do you suggest? We go back to where we were?” he barked, the tone coming out harsh as he was still trying to figure out his feelings. “We pretend that nothing happened between us?”

She sighed wearily, leaning against the bed post but still clinging to the sheet like it was her lifeline. Adonis watched her with hooded eyes, his mood brooding as he waited for her to answer.

“I think that would be best, don’t you?” she eventually said in a neutral voice.

He gave a succinct nod. “There’s only one problem with that scenario,” he grounded out between clenched teeth. “How to we hide this?” he asked abruptly, grabbing the sheet from her hand to expose her breasts once again.

Exposed, the n*****s peaked immediately into two perfect rosy buds, and he bent to take one on his mouth, unapologetically and possessively like they belonged to him. The sheet fell from her hands, and she reacted to his touch by grabbing his head to anchor him against her.

Gratified with her response, his finger traveled to her core where she was already drooling with juices for him. There was no denying that the one time had not been satisfactory for either of them – they both wanted more.

With frantic fingers, they slid over her wetness without friction, and she nearly howled with pleasure. He reacted like he didn’t recently have the orgasm of his life, his groin hardened to a point of no tolerance. Just like that.

The fire was instantly lit and consumed him completely without leaving room for no mercy. “Adonis,” she moaned sounding agonized. “Please,” she started to whine, but he was too pissed with her to heed her plea.

“Please what?” he questioned ruthlessly. “Please stop?” he deliberately taunted as her eyes popped open in protest and she shook her head in an earnest appeal. He immediately diminish the pressure of his fingers against her clit and started rubbing more softly.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “I don’t want it to stop,” she said in a firm voice, but which was laced with a tightness he knew was due to his fingers working its magic on her. “I don’t want it to ever stop,” she repeated between gasps as he inserted his finger inside her, and she clung to him desperately.

In retribution, he dipped his index finger deep inside, stretching her with his thumb to accommodate for his middle finger. She responded by jerking against his touch, and he plummeted his two fingers in high speed and watched as she muffled her cries of pleasure as she orgasmed once again in his arms.

Satisfied, he licked her juices from his fingers in deliberate provocation in an attempt to show his dominance. Although deep inside, he was not fooled. She had him completely wrapped around her little finger, and whether she knew it or not was going to be meaningful in the future.