‘Oh.’ Farah licked her lips. She could taste him there and also herself.
‘Good, yeah?’
She felt her already hot cheeks catch fire.
‘It’s okay, sweetheart. I want to do that again—have you come in my mouth. I want— Hell.’ He swore and muttered something about a bed before scooping her up in his arms.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I just remembered that you haven’t done this before. I don’t know how I forgot.’ He twisted the doorknob and shouldered open the door. ‘I’m sorry if I scared you.’
Farah buried her head against his shoulder and inhaled his male scent. He hadn’t scared her, exactly. ‘It was nice.’
‘Nice? That was more than nice.’ He placed her on the bed and slipped off her bra. Completely naked now, Farah stared up at him. A muscle flicked in his jaw.
‘You’re exquisite.’ He came down over the top of her and lashed the tip of her naked breasts with his tongue. The sensation was so piercing Farah nearly shot off the bed. ‘Oh. Oh. Do that again. Please...’
‘With pleasure, habiba,’ he purred against her aroused flesh. ‘With pleasure.’
* * *
Her tiny little panting breaths were going to be the end of him, Zach decided as he tried to keep from yanking off his sweats and driving straight into her nude body. Especially with her squirming beneath him like she was.
He placed a hand on her hip to stay her, wanting to draw out the moment, wanting to memorise every dip and curve of her silky skin. Wanting to feast on her tight little nipples that were now the colour of dark berries from where he’d sucked them—and they were just as sweet. As was every part of her; he wanted to lick and kiss her all over, starting with her mouth and ending with his face buried deep between her thighs again. The way she had come apart before, the shock widening her chocolate-brown eyes as she’d reached the absolute pinnacle of pleasure for the first time, would stay with him always.
‘Zachim?’ Her voice was soft, questioning, and he realised he was staring at her.
He drew a lazy circle around the swells of her breasts. ‘What do you want, sweetheart?’ He lapped at her. ‘More of this?’
‘Yes, oh, yes!’ she gasped. ‘But I want... I want to see you. To touch you.’
He’d be damned if he didn’t want that, too. ‘I’m all yours.’ He sat up and stilled when he felt her small hands lift to his chest. She smoothed them over him, testing the firmness of his muscles, the springiness of his chest hair. He worked out regularly, so he knew he was in shape, but watching her avid face as she took him in was a pleasure all by itself. Who would have known?
Her movements grew bolder as she worked her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, then back up to stroke them down his happy trail. Every muscle in his body tensed as she stopped at his sweats riding low on his hips. His erection was so hard he was surprised he hadn’t burst a seam.
Unable to wait any longer, he came over the top of her. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning. ‘I want to make this last,’ he said thickly, bending his head and nipping at her lips. She opened instantly and Zach moaned, settling his weight on top of her.
She wound her arms around his neck and he widened her legs and gently slid a finger along her damp curls to test her readiness. She was still hot and slick and he had to bite back a low groan, pleased when a whimper escaped her lips and she raised her hips to meet his gentle thrusts. ‘You like that?’ He inhaled her aroused scent. ‘You like it when I touch you?’
‘Yes, oh, yes.’ She widened her knees even more and Zach slipped another finger inside her tight sheath, preparing her for his possession. Sweat broke out over his forehead and his muscles shook with the effort to hold himself back.
He watched her eyes glaze over and felt masculine pride that he could get her so close to the edge again so quickly. She was his. All his. Her dark hair was a messy cloud around her head, her slender limbs quivering for more. So he gave it to her, bending his head to tongue her nipple while circling her clitoris with his thumb. She nearly came off the bed and he growled his appreciation and took the tight bud deeper. He went from one to the other until she was writhing and moaning on the bed.
‘Zachim, I need more. Please. I want—’
‘Me,’ he finished for her. ‘Only me.’
Rearing up, he quickly stripped the sweats from his legs and noticed her eyes widen at the sight of him. ‘Don’t worry, habiba, we will fit together.’