Finally on the second floor, but still in the hallway, I sit her on a high, antique table.
My palace is enormous, and I can’t wait until we reach my chambers to have a taste of her. I’ll take just a little taste of her now.
I raise her legs, planting her feet on the table, but she tries to close them.
“I’m not going to fuck you, just taste you, Madeline.”
“Here?” she whispers.
“No one will come up. Now, lift your dress. Show yourself to me.”
She grabs the hem that is covering her knees and hesitates.
I wait. I don’t want to impose; I want her to surrender.
Slowly, she does as I commanded, and I go crazy when I see pink lingerie, as innocent as her, covering the small triangle of hair.
I drag my thumb over the fabric. “Has anyone touched you like this before?”
“No. Not on any part of my body. You will be my first everything, my Sheikh.”
Fuck!
I know I should take it easy, but I’m consumed by desire.
I slide a finger under the fabric without unlocking our eyes. It takes all my self-control when I see her take a deep breath and bite her lower lip, trying to stop a moan from coming out loudly.
But when my finger grazes her clit, she loses control, letting out a long whimper, and her body almost rises towards me.
In one swift movement, I tear the lingerie, exposing her to my eyes.
Her pussy glistens with desire, and famished, I kneel down to taste her honey.
Chapter 18
“I’ve wanted to taste you since we first met,” I say.
She closes her eyes, probably feeling shy, but I hold her jaw while gently massaging her clit.
“You’ll look at me the whole time, Madeline. You’ll watch me devour you,” I say, my voice filled with desire.
The scent of her arousal acts upon my senses like a powerful drug.
I part her slick lips with both hands, continuing to stroke her clit. She gets wetter, and when her juices start flowing, I can’t resist any longer. I lick and suck her exposed pussy with abandon. I consume her arousal, my tongue relentlessly exploring her soaking interior, teasing her untouched flesh while stimulating her most sensitive spot.
I open my mouth, trying to take in everything, lapping every inch of her, feasting on her without taking a second to breathe, sucking on her tiny, hard button when my finger replaces my tongue inside her.
She starts to shake, writhing against me, pulling my hair eagerly.
I bury my face between her slippery folds, smelling, devouring, and sucking, wanting all of her. “I’m going to make you come. You’ll fill my mouth with your nectar before I fuck you, Madeline.” I grip her hips, pulling her even closer, and she moans, aroused.
I lay her down on the table, lifting her thighs onto my shoulders, while I work my tongue on her untouched walls, giving her a taste of how she’ll feel when I fill her with my hard cock.
I’m so hard that if it were any other woman, I would fuck her right here, but she deserves more for her first time.
I revel in her passion, sucking on her clit. It doesn’t take long before she stiffens, her legs trembling.
“Give me everything,” I command.
