His lips left mine, traveling down my chin to my throat, but he didn’t stop his hips’ movement; the sound of my wetness getting familiar with his cock was setting my stomach ablaze. It was dirty, it was intimate, and I was feral with a need for him to be inside me.
“I won’t tell you you’re beautiful,” he whispered against my burning skin. “I won’t tell you you’re perfect; you already know that.” He licked and kissed back up my throat. His eyes, a sexy smoky gray, filled with lust and admiration, stared at me. “You already know that I know that,” he whispered, swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “What I will tell you, though, is that I see you, and I appreciate you sharing this part of yourself with me.” He kissed the left side of my lips. “I will cherish it.” He moved his lips to the other side. “Keep it.” He kissed my nose. “Adore it.” He placed a lingering kiss on my lips before breaking it and finishing, “And worship it.”
He didn’t let me digest his words before he pushed into me with a hard thrust that shoved a breath of his name from my lips.
He kissed me as he pulled out and gave another hard thrust,and my hips lifted with it, my back arching at the sensation that traveled through every vein in my body, every hair on my skin rising to attention. Without seeing myself, I knew I was flush with need, just like the man above me, a fucking painting of pleasure.
He fucked me like he was trying to stamp in every word he had just let out of his mouth, like he wanted me to believe him. His pace increased from hard, slow paces to hard, fast paces.
I was a mess of moans, his name a chant upon my lips, his grunts and little deep moans a drive to my ego; I memorized each sound, how low his tone was—like he could barely contain himself, like he was on the brink.
The sound of his cock pumping into me was my official damnation. I would never want anything or anyone else like him or this.
A slow build formed in my stomach, and I wanted to drag this out. I didn’t want to come, but it was apparent he had something different in mind because his lips covered a nipple, and his hand went to my clit, rubbing at the swollen bud. At the same time, he fucked me at a pace that could be considered inhumane—and I was coming, writhing, fucking convulsing as the feeling blinded me, took my senses, and threw them out into the ocean; the orgasm could have lasted forever because while his pace slowed, his hand still worked on my clit, the silver coldness of his rings making my thighs quiver.
My trembling fingers went around his wrist to stop him from further stimulating me, but his other hand removed my hand, intertwining our fingers and pinning them to the space above my head.
“You disrespected me,” he breathed, slipping out of me.
“What?”
“Earlier tonight?” His eyes searched mine. “Sitting on another man’s lap in front of me, letting him touch you…” Two ringless fingers drove into me in a violent thrust, and my walls clamped tightly around them immediately. “In front of me.”
“K-Kareem?”
“And Vit-idiot,” he whispered against my lips, his fingers thrusting harshly in and out of me, sending overwhelming sensations to my nerve endings, my toes curling. “Kareem will be spared, but the other one…”
“Hm… fuck,” I moaned, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip, my head pressing farther into the pillow, back arching from the bed as his fingers found my G-spot, and he made sure to hit me there with each thrust, curling around it, brushing and rubbing.
His thumb flicked my clit in pace with the thrust of his index and middle fingers, his hand squeezing mine against the mattress in a firm hold. “I will skin him alive and make it last the exact hour, minute, and second that bruise lasts on your arm.”
He pumped faster, wilder, the sloshing sound of my wetness filling up the space between us.
Dirty, so fucking dirty.
My breathing came out in a gasp of moans, my stomach clenching, my thighs twitching open and closed around his body, which he somehow used to maneuver my thighs to remain open. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I was coming, and coming and squirting all over his fingers, my thighs, his body, his forearm. There was no biting my tongue to stop the short scream that left me as the wave took over my body, so suddenly; my other hand dug fingers into his shoulder. I was trying to push him off and, at the same time, pull him in.
It felt so good; I didn’t want it to stop. His thumb rolled against my clit, and my hips twitched in pleasured shock.
I was coming down from my high when he removed his fingers, pressing himself down to whisper in my ear, “I like the way you come undone, querida.” He softly kissed my earlobe. “But we’re not close to being done,” he said, and there was a wickedness to his voice that made my stomach jump. “Youtouched Kareem on his chest. In front of me,” he said. “You danced like that in front of everyone, strangers and acquaintances alike.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I managed, but didn’t recognize my own voice.
“I know…” he said, raising his body so he could look at me. “You’re free to enchant people with your charm and aura all you want, but you do not do it in front of me.”
My lips tilted upward. “Why? You get jealous?”
“Hm.” He nodded, brushing the head of his cock against the sensitive flesh of my clit; I shivered. “I find the feeling of jealousy… inconvenient.”
“De verdad?”Really?
“Sí,Zahra,” he responded, pronouncing my name with its actual traditional intonation. “On your stomach, now.”
He lifted himself, and though I was fucking done, and my thighs were weak and aching, I couldn’t do away with the excitement inside me, and I also wanted him to experience his existence shattering around him just like mine had a few minutes ago.
So I turned over, brushing my hair back from my face, getting on my knees when his hands came around the globes of my ass and up my waist as he pushed me down, one of his hands going to the back of my head, pushing it down against the pillow, not too hard, but just enough so I couldn’t move or look at him.
My heart thundered, my body buzzed, and I was anticipating. Waiting.
