His hands were everywhere, touching her stomach, molding her breasts in his hands, kissing the tips and then coming back for a longer taste as he sucked against the hard peaks, not relenting until she cried out and tried to push his head away from the intensity of what he was making her feel.
He was relentless, moving down her body and she was barely able to breathe with all the sensations she was feeling. One after the other, she couldn’t seem to catch up and when he moved between her legs, she just about lifted off the bed with the shock of his tongue on her heat. She was actually embarrassed by how wet she was as he slid one finger, then two inside of her, moving his fingers in and out while his tongue teased that hard nub. When she was close, so close to her climax, he stopped and stilled, looking up at her with angry eyes. “Tell me that you’re mine,” he commanded.
“I’m not! I’m not anyone’s to order around!” she screamed out and moved underneath him, furious that he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. But he wouldn’t let her escape and his hand came right back to her core, moving slightly against the swollen flesh.
“You are mine. Even if you won’t say the words, I know that you have always been mine ever since the moment we met.” His hands shifted and she gasped when he did something that shot sparks of fire throughout her whole body. “Tell me you like this,” he commanded more softly.
“Yes!” she screamed again.
“Tell me you want me to keep doing it to you.”
“Yes!” she begged, her eyes wide, showing him the desire she was feeling, the way every cell in her body needed him to come back to her. “I need you so much!”
Rashid couldn’t wait any longer. She was so hot, so beautiful like this that he couldn’t resist the need to bury himself deep inside of her, to take her to the limits of what her body was capable of feeling. The need to show her that they belonged together overrode his need to possess her completely.
“You’re mine,” he growled a moment before he moved back and tasted her one more time, bringing her over the edge to a climax but not relenting. Over and over again, he brought her to the peak until she was shivering in his arms. Only then did he move higher, filling her up with himself.
“Protection!” she gasped when she felt his hardness at her core.
“Don’t need it any longer,” he said and slid into her heat, gritting his teeth with how wonderful she felt without the irritation of a condom between their skin. “You feel incredible!” he said and bent down to kiss her while his hands pulled her legs up, allowing him to push deeper inside of her. “So wet, so hot for me,” he said and moved slightly, eliciting that sexy gasp of pleasure he remembered so well from their creek days.
Even then, he wouldn’t enjoy his own release until she was with him, needing her complete abandonment of herself to him so they could ride the wave together. When he felt her body start to pulse around him, he let himself go, pounding harder and faster to reach the ultimate release. As his body drained into her, he thought about the baby they’d formed several weeks ago and the orgasm actually increased in intensity, making him shudder with the power of it all.
A long time later, with her once again curled up beside him and fading off to sleep, he chuckled at her demand for pregnancy protection. She didn’t hear his amusement since she’d already drifted off to sleep once again, but he thought it cute that she still didn’t realize that she was pregnant.
And because she was a real chatterbox while she slept, he had no doubt that the baby was his. Unlike the first time she’d fallen asleep in his arms when he’d avoided any kind of pressure on her stomach, he now placed his hand over her flat abdomen. It was almost as if he wanted to protect his unborn child from harm.
Sidra woke up feeling better, but once again, she was wrapped around Rashid. She wanted to bury her face in her hands with embarrassment after her memory caught up with her but she considered it a higher priority to get out of this room before it happened again. And that was a definite possibility since she was already feeling those stirrings.
The room was still dark and she had no idea what time it was. She felt better, refreshed, but since she’d traveled east into time zones, it could be the middle of the afternoon for all she knew. She’d slept on the plane, but wasn’t sure how long.
She had to get out of here!
She tip toed towards what she suspected was the door to his bedroom and was grateful when it opened and there was bright, morning light shining through the windows. That gave her a time reference.
A man with bulging muscles stepped into her pathway and she jumped, almost yelling out with her surprise but she was able to stop herself in time.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where my luggage has been placed. Do you have any idea?” she asked.
The man nodded and waved for her to follow him. He led her to a room right across from the door she’d just left and she was surprised. “I thought this was Rashid’s private area. Is this actually the guest wing?”
The man shook his head and opened the door for her, turning on the light and doing a visual check of the room before standing back and silently indicating that she could enter.
Sidra thought that was odd, but so far, everything had been odd from the moment she’d stepped onto the plane. Yesterday? Or was it still today?
She sighed and shook her head. She was too mixed up to have an existential moment.
She saw her luggage though so she was relieved to at least be able to change and get into something less rumpled. She closed the door behind her, smiling her thanks to the man who had shown her in. Once alone, she hurried over to her cases and opened them up, but all of them were empty. She opened the various doors and found one that led to a beautiful marble bathroom, and another that was filled with her clothes, all freshly pressed and hanging in the closet. She chose another suit, this one a simple navy blue one and another silk shirt and headed into the bathroom. Once she was showered and her hair blow dried, she felt enormously better. A touch of makeup, her suit in place and buttoned up, and she could almost forget that she’d made love to Rashid last night.
Except that her body was still tingling from the experience and her mind kept jumping back to those moments when she had begged him, needed him so desperately that she hadn’t cared what she said or did as long as he would continue touching her. Yes, that was embarrassing. But enormously satisfying.