“That is it,” he gritted out. “You have relaxed.”
“More than,” she managed to gasp out.
“You said you had not been on a sexual fast.”
She just shook her head.
“Say what you like, habibti, but no woman is this tight and tense upon initial penetration when she has been sexually active regularly.”
“I want you.”
“I have no doubts.” He thrust once, twice, three times.
Her body reacted with delight even as residual pain hung at the edges of pleasure.
“I admit I like knowing I am the first in a while.”
She swallowed, trying to agree, unable to get another word out as he continued his slow, sure thrusts.
“Tonight, you are absolutely mine,” he claimed a second time with an almost savage satisfaction.
And once again, she could only nod, the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment crashing over her.
For tonight, she wasn’t just his.
He was hers.
Inside and surrounding her with his big body.
“Ready?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she finally managed. Though she had no idea what she was supposed to be ready for.
Weren’t they already making love?
He pulled back and then surged forward powerfully.
Oh. Yes.
All vestiges of pain drowned in ecstasy as he pistoned inside her body again and again. Here was the speed and intensity he’d warned her about.
Her body tightened under and around him as indescribable pleasure built again.
Her climax took her by surprise, the waves of bliss so intense she couldn’t even cry out this time, her throat strained with a silent scream.
Moments later, Sayed went rigid above her, his shout ringing in the room around them.
And her pleasure was complete.
He collapsed down, but somehow managed to keep most of his weight from crushing her. “I am sorry, ya ghazal.”
“Why?”
“That was too fast.”
“But it felt incredible.” A sudden thought worried her, and because her inhibitions were down, it came right out of her mouth. “Didn’t you think so?”
“Oh, yes, habibti. But if I had lasted longer, it would have been mind-blowing.”