Kashif’s eyes darkened until they were nothing but black pools of lust. Grabbing the towel off the door, he took a step inside the bathroom and held out both ends. His meaning was clear. If she wanted the towel, she’d have to go to him.
Dripping water everywhere, she stepped carefully from the tub and walked towards him. Turning her back, she felt him drape the towel around her shoulders and move it gently back and forth.
Shivering, she stood as still as possible while he dried her off. He rubbed the towel up and down her arms before sliding under them to dry her sides. When the towel dipped over her hips and ran down the back of her legs, she trembled.
“Turn around,” he commanded in a low voice. Her body felt like it wasn’t her own as she turned around. Standing back up, Kashif slid the towel over her shoulder and down her breasts. When he reached her nipples, he circled the fabric over them until darts of pleasure shot through her and she moaned.
Kneeling down, he ran the towel over her tight stomach and down her legs, carefully avoiding where she wanted most to be touched. Finally, he lifted one of her knees up and hooked it over his shoulder. When he pressed the towel against her pussy, she gasped and leaned back on the cabinet to support herself. Soon, Kashif dropped the towel completely and slipped a finger inside her.
“Let’s see if you like this as much as I remembered,” he said wickedly as his tongue darted out to lick at her juices.
Pleasure washed over her, and she dropped her head back and closed her eyes. Dimly, she could remember the first time he’d pleasured her that way her all those years ago. It had been her first time and she swore she saw stars. Although she’d protested when he bent his head between her legs, she couldn’t get enough of his silken tongue. He knew how to drive her higher and higher until she thought she’d die only to stop and make her fall back down again.
Then he’d do it all over again.
“Oh. God,” she moaned as she ran her hands through his hair. “Kash, please.”
“Come for me, Kristy. I need to feel you break apart.”
It didn’t take long. Between his fingers stroking her, and his teeth lightly raking over her clit, Kristy was finished. Crying out as the powerful orgasm took control of her body; she shuddered and nearly slid to the floor.
Kashif caught her easily and kissed her neck. “There’s nothing to stop us now, habibti, so if you don’t want this, you need to tell me.”
“I want you,” she said huskily and lifted her mouth to his. Kashif groaned and kissed her hard as he lifted her up. Scooting the door open with his foot, he walked her down the hall and into his room.
After laying her down on the mattress, he quickly began to undress. In the after haze of her orgasm, Kristy rolled over on her stomach and spread her legs as she watched him. There was something magnificent about watching a gorgeous man strip. Bit by bit, he unveiled his smooth dark skin that covered his taut muscles. He glowed in the moonlight, and by the time he’d freed his cock, she was already wet again.
Watching her intently, he lazily stroked himself, and she knew what he wanted. Crawling to the edge of the bed, she beckoned with her fingers until he stood in front of her. “Mine,” she whispered as she slid her tongue under the base of his erection.
“Fuck, Kristy,” he moaned when she wrapped her lips around the corona and bobbed her head up and down, slowly working her way down the shaft. She loved the way that he trembled as she licked and sucked him. She loved listening to his raspy breath, knowing that his control was slipping away because of her. She would have continued sucking him until she swallowed every bit of his seed, but he pushed her back and lay down on top of her.
“That mouth of yours would drive a sane man to sin,” he grunted as he kissed her. Wrapping her arms around him, she stroked his back, trying to commit every bit of his body to memory. Soon, he’d be gone, and these memories would be the only thing she’d have to keep her warm at night.
His cock nestled in the folds of her pussy, and he stroked over her clit until she twisted under him with need. Her whole body ached for him. “Fuck me, Kash,” she begged. “Please.”
“All night long,” he promised and then he drove into her with a single thrust. She hadn’t had a man since him, and the movement was sharpened by pain, but it quickly dulled as the pleasure took over. “Habibti, you’re so tight,” he gasped.
“More,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. You feel so good.”
He’d always fit her well. Stretching her, stroking over her erogenous zones. His movements were frenzied as he hammered into her, faster and harder. Sweat built on his forehead, and he gripped her hips and rolled her over. “Ride me,” he begged. “I need to feel you deeper.”
Pushing herself up, she straddled his hips tucking her knees against him and began to move. Soon, there was nothing but their desperate sounds of pleasure and their bodies joining as one over and over again. Tension coiled in her body, and she knew that she was going to snap. Digging her nails into his chest, she rode him harder until finally, her whole body began to shake as pleasure rolled through her. If he hadn’t had a hold on her, she thought she might fly away, but Kashif possessed her. Even through her orgasm, he continued to move her hips until his own groan of release filled the air, and they collapsed.
Kashif slept for a few hours. The sound of his phone vibrating woke him, and he was aware of the body curled up next to him. His newly hardened cock pressed against Kristy’s body, and he leaned over to kiss the top of her spine. Wanting more, he slipped his hand over her ass cheeks and gently played with her until she parted her legs in her sleep, and he could slip a finger inside her.
It was several minutes before she woke up, stretched her hands up to grip the pillow, lifted her hips and moaned. “Kash,” she whispered.
“Good morning, habibti. Have I told you how irresistible you are?” he asked as he continued to stroke her. The walls of her pussy shuddered around his finger, and he knew that she was close.
It always amazed him how her body so readily responded to him. Even in sleep, she had easily parted her legs.
Just then, his phone vibrated again, and he groaned. “Hang on, my love. This could be important.”
Reaching across her body, his cock brushed against her ass and she immediately wiggled against him. “Minx,” he growled as he kissed her shoulder. Picking up his phone, he saw a number that he didn’t recognize and a voicemail.
It was an American number, and he was tempted to ignore it, but he pressed play and held the phone up to his ear. After listening to the message, his body tensed.
Kristy must have felt it. “Kash? What’s wrong?”