The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 3 (Jatar Sheikh 3)

His exhale was dramatic and full of concern. I picked up his hands and put them both back on my tits, and he hesitantly continued. My body was bursting to life under his touch and I wondered how I was still able to stand. I did sag then, perhaps reminding my legs they had no business keeping me in an upright position. He supported me and then pushed me back onto the bed.

I butt scooted out to the middle and he cat-like stalked up and over me. He lowered his abdomen to mine, pinning himself between us, and then he began a slow roll with his hips. Grinding and rubbing himself against me, but not in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and offered him my entrance. He ignored me and his mouth went to my left nipple. He suckled on me and his right hand roamed my body, stroking, caressing and gripping. He continued to slide against the skin at my lower belly and the top of my pubic line, but never near my actual opening.

“Omar, oh god Omar.” I panted.

Between his ever increasing urgent kisses he questioned, “Are you okay my love?”

I could only nod as goosebumps ran up my legs and arms. His hand was between my legs and his fingers had just discovered all my soaking need. He made that sound. I almost had an orgasm from how intensely I was feeling everything. It was almost as if this were my first time, all over again.

His large middle finger stroked over my threshold, again and again he fondled me and rubbed around all my wetness, and then he slowly slid his lone digit into my body. My mind flashed for a second and a brief moment of horror washed over me. I tried to not let it show, but Omar was really studying me for any sort of trigger. He immediately withdrew and I whined.

“No, don’t stop. I am fine. Just a moment, keep going, I will get through this.” I insisted.

He grumbled and leaned back on his shins, stroking himself and giving me a visual invitation to watch. I did just that and sat up on my elbows, admiring his virility and how much it turned me on to see his hand glide up and down his long shaft. There was something about the tendons and veins in his wrist throbbing in harmony with what was obscenely pulsing under his palm.

I groaned and touched my own clit, needing the kind of release that I knew only Omar had ever elicited. I whispered, “I want you inside my body Omar.” He continued to slowly slide his hand over his hardness. “I want you more than I want to listen to the fear in my head.”

“You are a warrior, Anna.” He said.

Then he came back to me, laying over me and holding me close with his heartbeat and heat pressing against my entrance. He was so careful that I helped him by pushing myself onto his engorged crown. He made a sound of concern and froze. I leaned up and kissed him, and again bit him lightly on his bottom lip.

He growled, “Goddess, do not force this.” He gritted his teeth and a shudder ran through his body because of his immense restraint.

“Omar, I’m okay. I need you. Please enter me, please fill me up. I need you. Please Omar. Only you can make me feel what I need to feel.”

He kissed me back and shuddered again. “Anna—only pleasure—Anna, I do not want to hurt you.”

“You won’t Omar. Please!” I pled with him and he relented.

With a shiver sparking between us, he pushed himself partly into me. I could feel him shaking right along with me. My body melted around him as if he were the catalyst and I nothing more than butter. I sighed and then giggled as I felt my entire being realign with Omar.

He must have felt it too, because he gritted his jaw in pleasure.

I arched my back and seated more of him inside my tight sheath, and then he took over and slid all the way to his groin. We both gasped and my internal muscles pulsed up and down the intrusion, filling me up and pressing against my softest flesh.

I wallowed in that feeling of being occupied and possessed. I kissed at Omar’s collar bone and clung to his body, undulating with him as he began to take

slow, gliding thrusts in and out of my soaked sheath. I followed him as he departed and then braced into him as he advanced, pushing farther and deeper with each gasping buck of his hips.

His hands wrapped over my shoulders from behind my back and he held me tightly, pinning me and growing more and more urgent in his thrusts. He began saying my name with every shove. I began moaning, and that orchestra in my belly picked up every instrument and pushed wands to strings, sticks to skins, and lips to wind, and then they began to play.

It was quiet at first, subdued and melodic, but then as Omar began making more of his dominant sounds of need, they picked up the tempo and the pitch, until I was screaming for release. “Oh god Omar—oh god—oh god!” He slowed and I whined, “No, harder! Take me Omar!” I wailed.

He took the moment as comedic and then with a chuckle of amusement, he did as I’d pled. He released the beast that I’d come to appreciate, and he fucked me harder. He stopped saying my name and now, at random intervals he simply said, “Mine!”

“Yes Omar, Yes, oh god—no…! My air was severed as the climax rushed up my body. I held my breath and my neck flew back. My eyelids slammed shut and I wailed as the intensity of the orgasm shocked me.

Omar seized within seconds of me cresting and his sounds of release triggered multiple aftershocks up through my core. He groaned and grunted and his hips jerked as if he were possessed. His release flooded my insides with warmth and heat and this intangible, difficult to describe feeling of renewal.

When he was spent, he laid half on me and stroked my cheek. We kissed and touched and made sounds that perfectly translated to how much we enjoyed and loved the other. I was going to be fine, and I was now one hundred percent certain of that fact.

CHAPTER NINE

The household was collectively a buzz in the days following our official engagement. Yasmin was out shopping, which I wanted to do as well, but I still didn’t feel like being out and around that many people. Dubai is a crowded and bustling city, and whenever I went out, I inevitably had minor anxiety attacks that would wear me out and require I sleep an exorbitant amount of time. So, Omar and I decided to let Yasmin do the gathering and then later in the evenings, I would model my new clothes exclusively for Omar.

The actual private ceremony was to be held at his family’s estate about an hour from Dubai, but the rehearsal dinner was set to happen out on one of his man-made islands. I was kind of excited about the whole thing now that I’d completely given into the fact I now belonged to the Arabian Prince I adored. I was going to be a Queen and that thought continued to bring an unforced smile to my lips.

“What are you smiling about? Out here, alone and smiling? Do tell me princess.” Omar asked as he joined me by the pool, my favorite place to sit.