He took a long, deep breath. Expelled it. Another breath. Then he leaned toward her.
“My turn,” he whispered.
He eased her onto her back. Knelt between her thighs. Kissed her mouth. Her throat. Her breasts.
It was she who groaned this time, and moved restlessly under his caresses.
“I love watching you,” he said softly. “The rise of color in your face. The way your lashes veil your eyes. I love seeing what happens to you when I touch you. When I kiss you. When I do this …”
She gasped as he parted her with his fingers. Stroked her, then bent to her, licked her, sucked on her. She came on a dizzying wave of release.
But there was more.
First, another condom.
Then he brought the head of his erect penis against her silken folds.
“Look,” he said. “Watch me enter you, habibi.”
His words made her tremble with anticipation.
She raised her head, looked at the place where their bodies met in the most intimate of kisses.
“Watch,” he said again, his voice rough as gravel.
She watched. Cried out at the sweet, sweet torture of seeing him penetrate her, feeling him claim her.
“Rachel …”
He thrust hard, thrust deep, and she gave a long, wild sob of joy, fingers clenched around his biceps, her legs wrapped high around his hips.
Karim’s body glistened with sweat. His heart was racing. He wanted to follow her into oblivion …
Teeth gritted, he fought against it.
And took her to the brink again.
It was too much.
She could feel herself starting to come apart.
“Please,” she sobbed, “please, Karim, please …”
He drove deep one final time.
And as she screamed he let go, spent himself within her silken walls, then collapsed in her arms.
The moments slipped by.