She drew in a shaky breath. “Ahmed, are you going to torture me?” She reached out to him, seeking his smooth, muscular skin.
“I’m here, habibti. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her, and his lips drifted down to her neck. He sucked hard and then nibbled, leaving her trembling.
Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked his hard cock and the velvety skin. “I want to feel you inside me. I wanted that the first night I met you. I still want it. I’m going to be seventy and still wanting you. Do you know, I dream about the way you filled me—so perfectly. So effortlessly. You do things to me no one ever has.”
She pulled him toward her opening with one hand and spread her lips open to take him in. He sat up on one elbow and pulled her to face him. She threw a thigh over his hips. He pushed into her ever so slightly. Her fingers were wet and she could smell her arousal—warm and sea-scented. Taking her hand, he brought it to his mouth and licked her fingertips. “You taste of heaven, my angel.”
She giggled. “You always get so poetic when we have sex.”
“Ah, no, habibti. This is us making love—beautiful, sensual love.” Leaning forward, he kissed her. She gave a soft moan. He moved his mouth lower, down to her right nipple. Latching onto the hard, aching n
ub, he sucked it deep into his mouth.
She moaned and grabbed his hair. He thrust into her, pushing in slowly. She could feel each inch of him, reveled in the sensation. Pleasure washed through her in long waves. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, his tongue circling the hardening skin. As he sucked, his teeth lightly grazed her, sending a sudden jolt over her skin and deep into her, intensifying the sensation. She was aware she was looser down there than she had been before giving birth, but Ahmed still seemed to love her body.
He lifted his head and ran his hands down her arms to her wrists. He pushed her onto her back, rolling with her and pulling her hands above her head. Then he sat up, slowly sliding himself home. He waited just a moment and then pulled away.
She couldn’t stop herself from moaning.
“You like that,” he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“You know I do. And I don’t just like it. I love the way you feel inside of me.”
He held her wrists on the bed as he pressed himself as deep into her as her body would allow him to go. She moaned even more loudly and opened herself even wider for him.
Ahmed stopped again and pressed his hips against hers, rocking himself against her. She was trembling with need, hovering on the edge of her orgasm.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him against her. “More. You know I always want more.”
He pushed in and pulled out—so slowly she lost her words. She could only moan nonsense at him, gasp out breaths and shudder. He kept working his hips, rubbing himself along her most sensitive places inside and out, driving her higher.
Tilting her head back, she cried out his name, pleasure crashing around her. She bucked underneath him, her muscles tightening around him in nerve-shattering spasms.
She pulled her hands free of his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers and his hardened muscles down against her soft body. She kissed him franticly, greedily tasting him.
His back tensed, and she knew he was flying, too. Flying apart—flying with her. His heart beating hard against her chest. His breaths in quick gasps. She relaxed her legs, and he began rocking against her again, pulling back and thrusting into her.
“Come for me,” she begged. “Ahmed, come for me. Again and again.”
He slowed then, driving deep into her and pulling out until just the tip of him was inside her. Then he slipped back in. She shuddered and gave up—opened to the ecstasy, to the feel of him so warm and spurting.
He stroked her skin, and she gave a soft cry. The world fell away until it was just the press of his chest against hers, just the sweat slicking their skin, just that single instant of forever caught in two heartbeats.
He pushed himself into her a few more times, coaxing out the last few drops of pleasure before collapsing next to her on the bed, panting and sweating. “That was, as always, amazing.” He let out a breath, rolled toward her and draped an arm over her, possessive as ever.
She snuggled into him. “Think we can do that again?”
“Again and again and as many times as you wish, my sensual American. For I am yours as long as you wish for me to be.”
“Oh, that’s going to be forever and a day.”
He hummed against her skin. “Forever. I think I like the sound of that.”
End of The Sheikh’s Accidental Heir