Our hands seek for any place they can touch. We kiss each other in a voracious, raw, unscripted way.
There are bites and licks. Sucking, scratching, and the desire to hear each other’s moans.
Still standing, she masturbates me while I test her wet pussy just enough to make sure I won’t hurt her, and when Madeline starts riding my fingers, I reach my limit.
I lift her in my arms and fully enter her, both of us crying out in pure ecstasy, passion.
She goes up and down against me, but it’s still not enough, so I take her to the bed and put her on her hands and knees.
I thrust deep, grabbing her hips, continuously pounding into the slippery and warm shelter of her pussy.
We’re both shaking, and as I devour her, I finally feel like blood has started flowing through my veins for the first time since our separation.
I am lost in her, in a mix of scent and sensations.
I pull her hands back, holding them in mine, and she has no choice but to rest her face on the mattress.
“Spread your legs more. Let me go deep.”
I give longer and longer thrusts, and seeing her pussy open up to the invasion of my thick cock destabilizes me.
She whimpers, wriggles. I thrust harder, my insatiable hunger intensified by the desperation of longing.
My emotions are volatile, and I can’t stop fucking her.
I lean over to touch her clit, and with a scream, Madeline comes for me, squeezing me inside her body.
I come immediately after, a violent orgasm, but I am not satisfied, so I turn her over on the bed and put her legs on my shoulders, entering her again.
I kiss her, swallowing her moans. I don’t want to leave yet. I need her warmth.
I pump more slowly while teasing her nipples, sucking on one and then the other.
Her inner walls are warm, wet, and I plunge deep, fucking her for endless minutes.
She smiles at me, her face beautiful with a mix of love and desire.
Madeline begins to tighten around me as a warning that she’s going to come again. Her reactions drive me crazy.
“Kamal, my Sheikh, my love,” she moans, giving me her pleasure.
Her cheeks are flushed, her nipples swollen. Every inch a woman. Mine.
I change the rhythm, fucking her hard, feeling my own orgasm building.
I can’t hold it anymore and let my release flood her.
I lie back, half dazed, pulling her into my arms.”Ya ba’ad shabdi, Madeline. I can’t live without you, my woman.”
“I want to go back home. Sintarah. Our people,” she says.
I close my eyes, absorbing her words.”Our people, our home,rohy.”
“What does that mean . . .?”
“It means ‘my soul.’ You are my world, Madeline. I can’t promise to be perfect, and there are aspects of me that will never change, but I promise to try not to argue as much. However, separations are not up for negotiation. Fight with me as much as you want, destroy the whole palace, but don’t leave.”
“Where would I go, Kamal, when my world is only complete with you in it? Before meeting you, I was afraid to dream, to desire, but now I want everything: you and our children. Our family.”
