Page 90 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

The seductive rubbing of her pussy, protected by the small piece of silk, moving up and down on my cock.

I squeeze the flesh of her delicious ass, perhaps a little harder than I should, helping her move on top of me, letting her play, because I know this won’t last long.

She trembles in my arms, burning, her teeth sinking into my shoulder.

“Look at me, Adeela.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, but I want you with me all the time.” I lay her down on the large, soft futon and force myself to step back.

“Why are you there?”

“I want to see you. To remember the day I made you my wife.”

I begin to unbutton my tunic, and her eyes alternate between my fingers and face.

I’m not wearing anything underneath except thecirwall, the loose-fitting trousers traditional in my country.

To avoid frightening her, I only remove my tunic, leaving my chest uncovered.

I see her throat move, swallowing hard. Her eyes covet me so openly that my cock becomes heavy between my thighs in response.

Her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth, and unable to hold back any longer, I kneel between her legs.

With one hand on each of her knees, I gently but also firmly spread them apart.

She gasps, her pupils dilated, her full lips parting as her little hands, perhaps unconsciously, grip the blanket beneath her body.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I . . . I’m a little anxious.”

“Do you want this?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.”

“Then trust me,habibti.” I lean over her, just hovering, without touching her. “Get used to me. What do you want to do?”

Her hand rises, landing on my chest, and catching me by surprise, it goes straight to my nipple, making it hard. Adeela is sexy without knowing it.

Virgin, innocent, and at the same time, libidinous.

Without breaking eye contact, I slide a hand from her knee to her panties. I hold back my urge to tear the garment from her body because I want it to be good for her. I lower myself and brush our lips together. Her legs spread to let me fit between them.

I don’t release my weight, as I continue to persuade her to open her mouth for me, and when she capitulates, letting my tongue in, I can’t resist the invitation.

I deepen the kiss, and her hands come to my back, pulling me closer, molding us together.

While I eat her mouth, plunging my tongue into her warmth, my hand searches for the treasure hidden beneath the silk.

This time, there’s no rehearsal. I slip inside her panties, touching her pubic hair, and I almost come when I feel the soaked folds against my fingers. Her clit is hard, sensitive, and when I move my thumb over it, her hips rise, causing my middle finger, which was only testing her opening, to slip a little inside.

“Kaled . . .”

She contracts around it and I bite her mouth, as punishment for being so delicious.

I kneel and take off her lingerie.