His Easter Bride - Hoppily Ever After

“Rasheed take us to the hotel,” I say without taking my eyes off her. She’s blushing again. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

As soon as we get to the hotel, I lead her to my suite. As soon as I saw her in Athens, I knew, eventually, we’d end up here, alone together. She walks in and sits down on the massive white couch, after slipping off her shoes. I do the same at the door.

“This is a nice room,” she says, looking around.

“It is. Can I offer you a drink?” I ask, walking over to the minibar.

“I don’t drink,” she says.

“Neither do I,” I reply.

“Religion?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Not at all. I just prefer to remain in control of all of my faculties at all times.”

“Me too. My sister’s call me a teetotaler or straight edge, but I want all of my decisions to be my own and not dulled or sullied by drinking.”

“I totally agree,” I say, pouring each of us a glass of water.

“Thank you,” she says after I hand it to her. She takes a sip and I watch her throat work.

“Where did you go to college?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Columbia,” she says laughing.

“That is in New York, correct?”

“Yes.”

“What did you study?”

“I majored in Middle Eastern, South Asian, and African Studies, with a minor in Theology and Religious studies.”

“You are certainly in the right place,” I say chuckling.

“Very much so.”

“Do you speak any additional languages?”

“Yes, actually. I pick up languages very easily. I speak eight fluently and I can get by with another six or so.”

“That is very impressive.”

“Thank you. What about you?”

“I speak several languages as well.”

“Oh, I meant college. Where did you study?”

“Cambridge. Political Science was my area of study.”

“Makes sense. I have to admit, I searched for you on the internet. How long have you been Sheik?”

“About three years now. My father passed away and it was my turn to rule.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“He was a great man. My mother was lovely too.”

“Oh no. They’re both gone?”

“Yes. My mother died not a week later. I am quite certain it was a broken heart. When Shah’s fall in love it is forever.”

“Faulkner’s too,” she whispers looking up at me. It’s humbling to know that I am staring at my future. I need her. I want her. I want to own her, body and soul.

“What is this between us? Why am I so drawn to you? I can’t explain it. Can you? There has to be a reason,” she says, rambling. I move and sit down on the couch next to her. The cushion sinks down, and she tilts into me.

“This thing between us is everything, Heather. Everything.” She turns her head toward me and licks her lips. Oh, shit. She’s mine. Taking her off guard, I kiss her. She moans, opening her mouth a little I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth.

“Omar,” she says breathlessly after I move away from her so that I can breathe.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me again, please,” she begs, and I have no choice but to give her exactly what she wants. Standing, I extend my hand which she takes. I lead her to the bedroom. I pull her loose head covering from her head and kiss her again before lifting her dress over her head. Her pale skin next to my darker skin turns me on more than it should. I like that she doesn’t appear to be shy about her body as she stands in front of me in just her black bra and panties. She reaches forward and puts her hands under my suit jacket and slides it down my arms. She makes quick work of my shirt and opens my belt. The sound it makes when it hits the floor reverberates all through me. Then my pants are down around my ankles. Stepping out of them, I remove my boxers as well. I stroke my dick while staring at her. She grins at me before falling to her knees in front of me. I let go of myself in shock. My queen kneels before no one, but she looks so beautiful, I can’t make her stand.

“What are you doing?” I ask, desperate to get inside of her. Desperate for her to do what she’s implying just by being on her knees. I’ve never been a desperate man before but for her I am.

“Tasting my future Sheik,” she replies. Whatever I thought she was going to say, that wasn’t it. She grips me, running a tight fist up and down my length, using my precum to aid her. She grins up at me before pulling my dick into her hot, wet mouth. The pleasure coursing through my veins is so intense my knees almost buckle. She licks and sucks me while I instinctively and rhythmically thrust my hips in order to fuck her mouth.