“Thanks, kiddo. Big year for all of us. Lots of changes. I am trying, and I guess that is enough for your mom. God knows I don’t deserve such a wonderful and patient woman.” He twirled me and then added, “So proud of you, too. My little girl is all grown up, and look at all this. You never cease to impress me, baby!”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We stayed at this reception all night. We laughed with our friends and received everyone, one after the other as they wandered to our table. We’d specified no gifts, apart from charitable donations to the new rebuilding and housing fund. Though, as was per protocol, the wealthiest of Omar’s friends handed him various documents throughout the evening. I was flabbergasted when three different parcels of land were deeded to him and his estate. All of which were from neighboring sheikhs and would mean the boarders of Dubai were now expanded.
He was also given three new horses, via pictures and registration papers. All of them stunning breeding stock that would add to his efforts to improve the native Arabian-bred horses. His goal was to once again have native-bred Arabian horses the most sought after in the entire world. The addition of these two gifted mares and one stallion would surely help.
Amir and Julie danced together almost the entire evening until she staggered to our table, her speech slurred and her knees wobbly, “Hey girlfriend, I really need to crash. Could you take me home?”
“Your room is only one floor up, Jules. Do you need help with the buttons on the elevator?”
“Verra funneh,” she tried to say.
Amir said something to Omar, who nodded in turn and then Amir took Julie’s hand, “I will make sure you are safe. Come with me, beautiful.”
Julie looked at Omar. “Can I trust him?” she asked.
Omar chuckled, “Yes, Julie.” Then he joked and sarcastically told Amir, “It’s her I would be careful around.”
Amir and Omar had a good laugh, and Julie totally missed the exchange. “Anna, I’m pretty drunk.”
“Yes you are. Do you need me to protect you from yourself? You do realize you just agreed to go back to Amir’s bungalow.”
She awkwardly waved her hand in the air, “Oh him? I’m not worried about him. He’s about to have the best night of his life.”
I looked at Amir, “She’s gonna get sick pretty soon, and then pass out. Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Never fear, your Highness, I will not take advantage of her in this state. At least not tonight.”
After they left, Amir mostly carrying Julie’s noodle-legged body, Omar and I laughed. He asked me if we should interfere, and I told him Julie was a big girl and this wasn’t her first time to go home drunk with a guy. She would be fine, and I wasn’t at all concerned. “She is a wild child, I’m more concerned that she not take advantage of Amir.”
After most of the guests had returned to their rooms, Omar led me out to the private beach behind our island estate. He carefully undressed me, and then I watched him strip. The pale moonlight gleamed on his bronze skin and my heart thudded in my chest.
When he kissed me and roamed his hands over all of my bare flesh, I muttered to his lips, “I wish I had more words. I love you so much, Omar. I can never explain how much. You are the most beautiful man on earth, and I am so lucky you found me.”
“Ahhh ,my goddess, it is I that am fortunate beyond measure. To be in your presence while among my friends and associates was the best night of my life.”
He held my face and kissed me until my knees began to shake. Then he supported me by my bottom and lifted me up to straddle his waist.
He walked us into the warm ocean and took his time suckling on my nipples and caressing all of my body. His hand delved between my legs and brought me to my first orgasm of the night with just his long middle finger pushing on my center.
I clung to him to keep from going under the water, and he supported me with a strong hand on my lower back. I stroked his length with my hand and he again lifted me to straddle his waist. This time I rolled my hips and seated him at my entrance. He glided into my body as he pulled me down over him.
I choked on my words, “I will never get enough of you inside me.”
“Nor I, wife.”
He lowered us down into the warm water and proceeded to take his time taking me in the shallow surf. Even though water is not the best lubrication, my body solved that riddle by becoming slicker and wetter with each of his long thrusts in and out of my core.
I was like a monkey clinging to his chest as his impressive strength held me and his hips rolled against mine. “Omar, Omar, Omar. Yes!” I wailed. “Can I? Please tell me? Please.”
“Tell me who I am,” he ordered.
“You are mine. My master. My husband.”
“Yes, good girl. Need to go deeper. Not enough.”
He again held his own release and took his time, taking long, agonizingly slow slides in and out of me. I knew he was looking at what our joined bodies were doing, and I wondered what it looked like in the moonlight. I reached back and held his wrist, only able to partially get my fingers around its width. His huge heart thickly thudded against all of my perceptions. Inside me, against me, even where my hand was on his wrist seemed to thud along with his massive heart.