His kisses trailed up her jawline and then up to her lips, his closeness leaving her shocked and rigid beneath him. When they parted, she drew a ragged breath, cinching her arm around his neck.

“Why do you kiss so well?” She rubbed her cheek against his, trying to make her mind stop spinning. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s just something about you,” he whispered into her ear, his hands grabbing big handfuls of her ass. He hoisted her against him, searing their groins together. Excitement shuddered through her. “We fit together well.”

She didn’t have time to wonder about his words; his next kiss stole her breath, left her desperate for more. They kissed sloppily, hungrily, as if they had a time limit. Imaad rocked against her, his stiff cock pressing up against just the right spot. She let out a low moan through the kiss, pulling at his shirt.

“Okay, take this off.” She smoothed her hands up over his rock-hard abs, fingers tripping over the washboard. “Mr. Shows Up Baring Chest Hair. Like I’m supposed to resist that. Take it off.”

He leaned back, grinning, while he undid the buttons of his shirt. “So, my plan worked.”

“It was a transparent plan,” she said, gaze riveted to the dark car

amel skin being revealed, inch by laborious inch. “One that I saw through immediately, I’ll have you know.”

“Good.” He shrugged the shirt off, letting it crumple to the floor. She sighed as she took in his wiry chest hair, the toned planes of his stomach. “It was meant to be seen through.”

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down over her hips, to her knees, and then finally her ankles. He took care with slipping them over her feet, but grimaced once he’d tossed them aside.

“I’m afraid your pedicure didn’t survive,” he said, his thumbs massaging the bottom of each foot. Her eyes fluttered shut, and all she could do was shake her head. This man’s touch was lightning. He could ruin a thousand pedicures and it would be fine, as long as he touched her somewhere.

“I don’t care.” She clamped her feet around his back, urging him up. “Get up here.”

Imaad bit at the inside of each thigh, kissing his way up toward the seam of her panties. She tensed as he neared, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Imaad nuzzled the crotch of her underwear and then nipped at her clit through the fabric. She inhaled sharply, wiggling her hips to urge him on.

Imaad pulled the fabric aside with two fingers and rubbed his nose against the stiff peak of her clit. And then he flattened his tongue against the tight nub, rolling it around in circles, lavishing it with attention. She whimpered, grabbing handfuls of the comforter beneath her, lifting her hips off the bed to meet him.

He suckled and slurped at her, never breaking the rhythm, slowly introducing one finger and then two into her sopping pussy. She moaned as he pushed his fingers in and out, frustratingly slowly, just enough to make the churning inside ramp up into a boil.

His teasing pushed her to the brink in record time. Thighs clenched around his head, Imaad pulled back to look at her, a knowing grin on his face.

“No,” she said breathlessly.

“You’re close,” he said.

“Exactly.” She struggled to regain her breath, clawing at his shoulders. “You can’t do that.”

He smirked, stepping away from the bed, pushing his slacks down, followed by his black briefs. His cock sprang free, bobbed heavy and bulbous before her, and all her thoughts disappeared.

“Okay.” She leaned back onto the bed, admiring it, the purply flush in the head, the way it curved ever-so-slightly to the left. All the things she hadn’t seen on the dunes. Features that needed to be admired—even worshipped—about this man. “That’s fine.”

Imaad grinned at her so tenderly that she thought her heart might break. Why did he just feel right? It defied explanation, which irked her. He eased down over top of her, the heat of his cock settling nicely between her legs. She drew a sharp breath once it nestled into position, pressing against the damp fabric of her panties.

Imaad leaned back and flipped her effortlessly. She laughed once she was on her belly, looking back at him expectantly.

“I want you like this.” He took a big bite of her ass cheek, hurting just enough to be sexy, and then tugged her panties down over her ass. He tossed them aside, nudging her legs apart, sealing himself against the curve of her ass. His hot cock sought entrance immediately, the cockhead brushing against her needy nub.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, knotting her hands into the blanket. She would come so fast. “Come on, Imaad. I need it.”

He smoothed a hand up along the ridge of her spine, and then knotted his hand in her hair. Her head yanked back and she inhaled sharply.

“You sure?” He said something in Farsi that she didn’t understand, but it was so hot she shivered.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she said, arching her butt in the air. His cockhead slid along the slippery folds of her pussy, and he moaned low.

Imaad pushed himself into her and slid his hands down the sides of her body, gripping her hips as if she might float away if he didn’t anchor her. He pressed inside slowly, honoring the fact that he was a big boy and she needed to adjust a little bit. Her breath hitched as he sank deeper, and once he was buried to the hilt, he grunted.

“Jesus,” she breathed.

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