Kamal pulls me into a kiss, his mouth demanding mine, his tongue invading me as if trying to make me feel him all over my body.
I grind on his lap, encouraging him, enticing him to go deeper, shamelessly offering myself.
It’s not just surrender; it’s a sensual ecstasy, a reality where it’s just the two of us and desire.
He squeezes my nipple over the fabric of my dress, and I bite his lip because the pleasure is almost unbearable.
It’s like a sexy, erotic game. We tease each other to see who gives in first.
“I missed your scent. Those moans and this tight little pussy of yours.”
I whimper in response to his obscene declaration, speeding up my movements, getting closer to climax. My body pulses around him, and when Kamal touches my pleasure spot, I can no longer hold back the moans.
He makes me sink onto his lap and guides my hips in circles.
“Ah, ah . . .”
“Moan louder. You’re going to come on me. I’m going to spend all night licking you.”
He threatens and promises, and I want all of it.
He pinches my clitoris lightly, and having no control over my own body anymore, I surrender to pleasure, reaching climax.
When I open my eyes, my sex is still pulsing around him, and the tense expression on his face tells me he’s very close too.
He lifts me and makes me sink onto him so many times that in a few minutes, I’m on the edge of orgasm again.
When I lick a drop of sweat from his neck, Kamal’s hands on my butt turn into claws, and with a guttural sound, he explodes inside me.
I follow him because I can’t control my body when it comes to my Sheikh.
I vaguely remember that we didn’t use a condom again, but I’m still floating in another dimension, holding on to him as if my life depended on it.
“No deadline,” he says in my ear, and that finally wakes me up.
Chapter 28
She tries to get off my lap, but I don’t allow it.
“You don’t mean that,” she says.
“Stop moving, Madeline. You’re turning me on.”
Her face flushes, and the temptation to start all over again is strong, but I don’t want to fuck in the car again, so I lift her gently.
“We did it again,” she says, looking embarrassed.
I know I came inside her. It’s like my rational side, which has always been in control with other partners, simply disappears when it comes to the woman by my side.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yes. I only realized it when I was coming. I never fuck without a condom, if that’s what you’re worried about, but I wasn’t thinking about anything but the feeling of you around me.” I grab a tissue box from the car console between the front seats, but when I turn to clean her up, she tries to close her legs. I maintain my hand on her knees to keep them apart and dry her carefully.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Why not? It was my cum leaking from your pussy. It’s only fair that I clean it up.”
