He shrugged. “I will continue to make my point until you give in.”
She leaned forward, looking down at her plate and the remaining food, considering her next words carefully. Would he answer her? “What makes you so sure I’ll give in?”
Hussan thought about telling her that she wanted to give in but she was just being stubborn at this point. But instead, he stood up and came around the table. With one swift move, he pulled her into his arms, absorbing her gasp of surprise in his own mouth as he quickly took possession. His tongue invaded, his hands moved against her lithe body and he didn’t relent until he received the response he was looking for. When she sighed and leaned against him, her hands no longer pushing against his chest, he pulled back slightly and looked down at her, his point made unequivocally.
“I’m so sure you’ll eventually give in because of what happens each time I touch you, Isla.” When he saw the surprise in her eyes, he moved back to her, bending low and kissing her deeply.
He’d meant to just make his point and kiss her, then pull away and give her the space she needed in order to reconcile herself to their attraction. But she fought him once again, for all of three seconds before she was once again pliant, moving against him. She wasn’t just participating in the kiss. She was demanding more and he was more than happy to comply. Her reaction continued to astound him and he found he couldn’t pull away this time. She was here, she was more than willing and she felt too good in his arms to stop.
His hand slipped underneath her blouse and when his fingers found her skin, running along her slender waist and strong back, she shivered and pressed her body against his hand. She seemed to freeze for a moment and Hussan was about to pull away and stop, but then he realized that she was waiting for his fingers to move again. He lifted his head and watched her face, her eyes closed and her mouth open in surprise as his fingers moved once again. She gasped and her hands gripped his shoulders when he slid his fingers against her skin. He couldn’t seem to stop, wanting to feel more of her, waiting for her reaction and thrilled when he received it.
A part of him thought it ironic that they’d just entered into the agreement to leave the wedding as is and less than an hour had passed before she was in his arms again. But he’d also known that, making a deal with this woman to allow him to kiss her would end up here, just like this.
With deft hands, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving his hands better access to her soft, beautiful skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere, compare the softness in one area to another and see if she felt differently when he touched her in one place versus another.
Her little gasps and sighs were driving him wild. He plundered her mouth while his hands slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it float soundlessly to the ground behind her. He then explored more freely, touching her stomach, her rib cage, her back and smiling when he found a spot on her back that made her arch into his hand.
He didn’t want to move too quickly, but when she turned her body slightly, as if to try and put his hand on her breast, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He allowed his hands to move upwards, cupping one perfect, beautiful breast. His thumb explored the lace covered globe while his mind registered that she fit his hand perfectly. He kissed her tentatively, exploring her mouth and the sweet taste of her breath.
Hussan realized that she was kissing him back, but her hands were only holding his shirt. He wanted her to touch him, to feel her soft, pretty hands on his skin. He wanted that so desperately that he quickly unbuttoned several of his shirt buttons himself then pulled her hand towards his hot skin, loving the way her fingers immediately started exploring his chest. Her hands felt so good he almost had to pull her hand away. He didn’t, but only because he distracted himself with once again touching her and watching her reactions as his hands moved back to her breasts.
When his thumb rubbed against the lace covered nipple, then his index finger slid underneath to touch that glorious nub without the fabric, he heard her cry out and her head rolled backwards. He loved the way she shivered in his arms and decided that it was probably time to take this inside.
Hussan bent down and picked her up, his arms under her bottom which brought her breasts exactly where he wanted them. As his mouth nuzzled her nipple, his teeth pulling the fabric out of his way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs automatically went around his waist, holding her there just as effectively as his arms were.
He walked into the bedroom, ignoring the door as his mouth continued to taste that sweetness. When he was back inside, he carried her over to the bed, laying her down. As soon as her back hit the silk fabric, he sucked at her nipple and almost smiled when she screamed at the desire that action incited within her.
Damn, he loved it when she made noises like that.
He couldn’t stop himself as he moved from one breast to the next, eliciting similar responses and his lust was stronger than he’d ever imagined it to be.
He moved down her stomach, his hands moving to the button of her slacks and eliminating that barrier. He knew that this was her first time with a man, and he was determined to make this the most incredible experience possible. He kissed her flat stomach as his hands slid her slacks down her legs, pulling her pretty lace underwear along as well. Sometime in the very near future, he was going to wrap this woman up in lace and satin and enjoy her lush figure in all of its glory, taking his time to look at her and appreciate one of the great works of art. But right now, he wanted to taste her and see her climax in his arms, to feel her throb around him.
When he moved down her body, kissing a path to his goal, she writhed underneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair. He couldn’t believe it when she opened for him automatically and he smelled her soft, sexy scent. And when he kissed her there, she sprung up, her hands trying to pull his head away from the intimacy. But he wouldn’t let her. He was relentless and within moments, she was no longer fighting him but had fallen back against the silk sheets, arching into his mouth.
In less time than he would have liked, she was splintering apart, shattering in his mouth and he loved the way she sprang up tight as a bow against him, then sighed as the climax eased up and she relaxed back down.
Her fingers were still in his hair, but her hands were limp. Her whole body was limp in fact. Hussan stood up, a fire inside him that was so hot, he could barely stand the flames. He controlled himself though. She was wet, hot, ready for him but he knew it would still take time to ease into her. He stood up, tore his own slacks and boxers off, tossing them somewhere behind him, all the while watching this lovely mermaid in a sea of sheets that were now tangled around her from the writhing she’d just done during her second climax of the day. And it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot, he told himself.