Doubt flashed across her face. She didn’t answer right away.
“Tell me yes or no,” he urged.
“Yes,” she said, her voice wavering.
“I’ll ask again.” He guided her back to the bed, pushing her by the hips so she bounced gently on the mattress. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Can I spread you out on my bed and tie you to the frame and have my way with you?”
A grin flickered at her lips. “Yes.”
He grunted his approval and left to find a silk tie he liked to use for such occasions. When he returned, her nipples were pebbled points and she’d stained the sheets with her arousal. He tutted, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so sexy as you.”
“Really? Come on.”
“Believe it.” Fatim came around to the side of the bed and tied one wrist to the head board, and then the other. She gulped.
“When are you going to get naked?” she asked.
“When necessary.” He sent her a devilish smile. “Can I bite you?”
She hesitated again, but eventually squeaked out a “yes”. This time he added, “Remember, you can tell me no. This about pleasing you. I don’t have to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Calla’s eyes burned with an intensity he’d never seen before. “I told you yes. Now where are you going with this?”
That was more like it. He shoved his pants down, stepped out of them, and then tore his kaftan off. He took a moment to absorb the sight of her—legs splayed, inner thighs glistening, the look on her face pure lust and anticipation.
“You know where I’m going with this.” He slid his boxers down and then eased onto the bed, his knees indenting the mattress on either side of her. “Can I fuck you without a condom?”
Her eyes flashed, and she swallowed before saying a husky, “Yes.”
“Don’t say yes just because you think I want it,” he warned her, flexing his abs as he lowered himself. His cockhead grazed her lower belly, and then dipped into the damp folds of her pussy.
“I didn’t. I want you to fuck me without a condom.”
Hearing his own words from her lips made his cock turn to iron. He’d lucked out in the random wife selection game. He just hoped their second night together was as good as the first.
Fatim dragged his lips over hers, then brushed a path over her collar bone and down between her breasts. She arched her back, wrists tied to the headboard, as if trying to wriggle away. He continued his trail of kisses down over her rib cage, then looped back up, dragging his teeth over each nipple in turn. Calla moaned softly.
“I think you like being tied up,” he murmured into the hollow of her neck. She struggled a bit, the headboard shaking as she writhed.
“Maybe a little,” she said breathily.
Fatim pressed a kiss to her lips while wriggling his hips into place on top of her. His cockhead found the damp crease between her legs, and with one measured thrust he popped himself inside. A moan escaped her.
Fatim grunted, counseling himself to go slow. Without a condom, everything would be heightened, and he didn’t want to come so quickly. Not tonight. Not with her spread out and wanting it like this.
“That…feels…amazing.” Calla sounded like she was a million miles away. He hadn’t even started fucking her yet—really fucking her. He sank down into her, keeping it slow and measured, until he couldn’t claim another inch. He stilled, gazing into her eyes. Heat flooded his body as their eyes locked. The sensation of filling her, buried to the hilt, had him beating back his orgasm. He needed this to last.
He grunted and drew himself out of her slowly. Then he surged forward again, harder this time, so that her breasts shook. He loved the sight of her tied up like this, the way it stretched her out, the way her breasts looked like perfect melons.
Fatim gripped her by the hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh there, and drilled into her with steady, deep thrusts. Every time he buried himself inside her, she moaned. Between the sight of her, his kinky sweetheart, and the sounds she made, he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Fatim,” she breathed, after he’d drilled into her a few more times. “I’m sooo cloooose.” Her voice came out raspy, desperate. He was so close too. But maybe it was better for them to get this first one out of the way. So they could have the rest of the night to play.
Fatim buried his face in the hollow of her neck again, his favorite spot, and dragged his teeth along her skin until he found the perfect place, where muscle met flesh and trigger point. He swiped his tongue over her damp skin, tasting the salt and heat of their passion, and then sank his teeth in.
Calla cried out, arching beneath him, and there was a rawness to her then that he’d never heard before. Her reaction pushed him over the edge—his abs tightened and the fireworks began, the vision behind his lids going black and spotty as his cock pulsed.
He slid himself out of her, his cum arcing through the air to land on her belly button. Her hips thrust as her own orgasm wracked her, her face pinched as if she was hurt.