I never thought that having a woman asserting herself would turn me on, but that’s exactly what happens. Seeing Madeline stand up for herself surprises me in a good way.
In the bedroom inside the tent, I put her on the ground.
“This is so beautiful, Kamal,” she says, spinning around. “It’s almost like an early honeymoon.”
“Come here, Madeline,” I command, unable to control my desire.
She looks beautiful, smiling.
My blood burns with desire, and I can’t understand how she does that. I’ve been with much more experienced women,masters of seduction, who were never able to get me to respond the same way Madeline does by just breathing.
She awakens a wild, primal desire in me, but also a wish to protect her.
This time, when I kiss her, it’s not a demand—it’s an invitation. I want her to seduce me as much as I intend to seduce her.
I guide her small hands to my face, making her feel my stubble. It’s like having silk touching me.
As our kiss deepens, Madeline melts, her knees weaken, and I carry her to the bed.
She kneels, and without me asking, she takes off her dress.
She’s not wearing a bra, and my breath catches when she unties the strings on either side of her panties, exposing her pussy with just a shadow of a small triangle of trimmed blonde hair.
How is it possible that only a few hours have passed since the last time I was inside her and yet my body still craves her fiercely?
I take off thekandoora[19] andghutrah[20]. I’m naked underneath, and my hard, heavy cock is eager, ready to lose itself in her velvety warmth.
I lie down and pull her on top of me. “Ride me, my fiancée. Mount your man.”
She supports herself on her knees, and without taking her eyes off of mine, she slides down my length.
She closes her eyes as my thick shaft deliciously fills her tight pussy, and the thought that I could die now, just from watching her lost in pleasure, hits me.
My hands roam her thighs, her waist, until they stroke the belly that carries my child.
She is writhing, whimpering.
The heat emanating from Madeline is almost feverish.
I want to pull her to me and kiss her mouth, but I also want to enjoy watching her.
When she takes me all the way in, I take control of our movements, holding her by the waist. “You’re my woman, Madeline.”
“Kamal . . .” she moans and grinds, delirious in her own lust.
Every inch of skin swallowing me as she moves up and down captivates me. I’m a slave to the desire I feel for her.
I start fucking her hard. There’s no hint of a gentleman left in me. I’m an animal claiming his female.
Gripping her by the shoulders, I make her quicken the movements, and the tight clasp of her sex leads me to heaven.
She bends forward, and I take one rosy peak in my mouth, biting and sucking on it.
Madeline scratches me, moaning, begging, and moving her hips with her warm pussy on my shaft. “I’m coming,” she warns me.
She leans back in an endless moan, and I wish I could immortalize this moment.
I suck on her breasts, knowing I won’t last, and thrust deep, seeking my own orgasm.
