"I'm not a light switch . . ."
"But you are a light."
When he pulled her close and placed his hands over her breasts, her heart beat against the smooth warmth of his palms. Without another word, he hoisted her up and drew her into his arms. He carried her through the spired, half-circle arches separating the various galleries, parlors, and guest rooms of his estate to the one room she had yet to enter. His.
He lowered her onto his bed, and the mattress dipped as he sank on one knee next to her. Leaning down, he kissed her deeply while he slipped a hand under her cotton shirt.
As he caressed her abdomen, she shivered and moved into his touch. Before, it had been like a wildfire consuming them, but now, his actions were slow and deliberate. Patient. His tongue dipped into her gently, teasing, as his fingers moved up to circle her nipples with just the feather of a touch.
Digging her heels into the mattress, she arched her back and moaned. “Asad,” she pleaded.
“Patience,” he said huskily as his lips skimmed down her throat. “I want to savor every inch of you. I want to hear your cries of orgasm more than once before I enter you, before I make you mine.”
I’m already yours.
He liberated her from her shirt and skimmed his lips lower until his tongue caressed her nipples in tiny circles. Round and round, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through her body. His hands slipped under the waistband of her cotton pajama bottoms, and he made a strangled sound of pleasure.
“Naughty Liyah,” he whispered as he stroked the naked outer lips of her pussy. “Were you making it easier to touch yourself before you went to sleep?” His teeth circled her and tugged until she cried out. “Do you, sweetheart? Do you touch yourself and think of me?”
“I did,” she admitted. She’d tell him anything, so long as he quit playing with her. “I don’t, anymore.”
“And why is that?”
She spread her legs. “It’s not as good as you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned and slid two fingers inside her. They worked her rhythmically as she squirmed beneath him. The sensations were overwhelming, and soon she was crying out softly as the first small orgasm washed over her.
“That’s one,” he whispered hoarsely, moving against her. In the darkness, she reached for him. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his length and squeeze. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he was driving her, but he moved just beyond her reach.
“I won’t last,” he admitted. “And I need this to last.” Settling at her feet, he pulled her pajama bottoms down. Lifting one of her legs, he kissed her ankle and ran a finger under the sensitive part of her foot.
Her body pulsed.
“Do you taste as sweet as you moan?” he asked her as he slowly drew her legs apart. “It’s all I can think about, Liyah. Your body drives me mad.”
She wanted to tell him that he was the one driving her mad, but he settled between her legs, and at the first touch of his tongue, she knew nothing else but pleasure. Slow and teasing licks. A single slide of his finger.
More.
Easy rhythmic circles. Around and around. He curved his finger inside her, and she drew her knees up.
More.
Then his tongue lashed her. The pressure . . . “Ah, yes.”
She gasped as he added another finger, and he licked her over and over again, until every breath was a moan, a plea for him to end the torment.
He knew just when to stop and start again. He held back until she tightened her legs around him, and, with a hoarse laugh, he finished her.
“Two.”
Covered in sweat, she was still struggling to breathe when he rose up next to her. She felt his movement, and when he gripped her hips and lifted her over the top of him, he was naked.
She glided down on him, settled over him, and clenched her muscles around him with ease, and she rode him until the early hours of the dawn. Their moans mingled in the night, intermittent with her panting need and breathy sighs whenever he changed the angle and built up something new.
His stamina would be the death of her.
“Three.” His gasp was taut as he was rapidly losing control, and she knew that she needed to taste him. She wanted him in her mouth when his control finally broke, and she wanted him to know what it was like to be dominated.