PJ heard someone moaning in pleasure, shocked to find her voice blending with Talib’s. She struggled to maintain control, but as he thrust into her one last time, she gave into the pleasure that was threatening to consume her, screaming as the orgasm took hold of her.
Talib tried not to crush her with his weight, but as he regained his breathing, his arms began to shake with the effort. Placing his elbows upon the bed on either side of her head, he dropped his forehead down to rest against her own, “Are you alright?”
PJ smiled, “Perfect.” She hid a yawn behind her hand, “Sorry.”
Talib rolled from her, settling himself on his side before turning her so that her back was to his chest, “Don’t be. You have every right to be tired. And I should be horsewhipped for not letting you rest first.”
PJ shook her head, “Don’t regret what we just did…”
“I’m not regretting anything, but it is both my pleasure and my responsibility to ensure your safety. That includes getting some much needed rest. Why don’t we both get a few hours of rest, and then we can pick this up right where we left off?”
PJ yawned again, this time no amount of hiding was possible. “I’m so tired.”
“As am I. I’ll be right back.” Talib removed himself from the bed, washing himself up in the bathroom, before bringing a warm cloth back to the bed and doing the same for her. “Shush,” he told her when she protested.
PJ didn’t know what to think when he proceeded to wash her, removing the evidence of their desire from between her legs and thighs. It was such a sweet gesture, and the truth was, she didn’t have the energy to visit the bathroom herself.
Tossing the used washcloth towards the corner of the room, Talib rejoined her on the bed, once again spooning himself against her backside. “Now you will rest better.”
“Thank you,” PJ muttered, already feeling sleep beckoning her to give in.
Talib hugged her close, “Sleep now.”
“Stay with me?” PJ asked.
“Yes. I believe someone mentioned a second round. I would hate to miss it.”
PJ smiled and nuzzled his forearm where it was wrapped high across her chest, “No worries there. You’re the star of the show.”
“Sleep.”
No more words were said as they both gave in to the exhaustion caused from both a lack of sleep and the excitement of the day. There would be plenty of time later to exchange words and get to know each other better.
Chapter 19
Khalil pulled Shira from Erin’s bedside later that afternoon, seeing her trying to contain her yawns. “Come, let us rest before dinner.”
“Rest?” Shira asked, letting him guide her across the open foyer to his own apartments.
“Rest,” Khalil assured her with a twinkle in his eyes.
“But, I am not really all that tired right now.”
“Your yawns tell a different story.” At the mention of yawning, Shira did so again, covering her mouth with her hands. “See, you are tired.”
“You’re right. I couldn’t sleep at all last night, worrying about Erin. I’m so glad she’s going to be okay,” Shira told him, turning into his arms and wrapping herself around him.
“I too am glad that everything is going to be fine. Kamal still plans on holding the wedding the day after tomorrow.”
Shira snuggled her head against his chest, “I know. You should have seen Aunt Patty’s face when he made that declaration. I expected her to argue, but she sided with Kamal.”
“She and your uncle are wonderful people.”
“Thank you. I’ve always thought that as well.”
Khalil divested Shira of her clothing, tucking her beneath the covers before removing his own clothes and joining her on the other side of the bed.
Shira waited until he was under the covers before she turned, laying her head upon his chest and wrapping her legs with his own. “I guess maybe I’m more tired than I thought.”