“What,” she continued, taunting, “are you all—”
I slapped the pad of my fingers softly against her left cheek, very close to her mouth; her head turned to the side at the impact, clearly not expecting that reaction.
With my hold on her neck, I turned her head back until she looked into my eyes, those browns now filled with a new kind of interest.
My thumb grazed her cheek to below her chin, tightening my hold a bit before bringing my face and lips closer to hers as I asked, “Can’t breathe?”
A smirk. “We both know I can have you on your back in a second, so don’t—”
I thrust into her.
“Fu—”
I closed my lips around hers, stopping her loud moan before it could come out; as much as my being hungered to hear it, I knew we had to be quiet.
But…God.
Her slick, wet, tight heat hugged my length in a vise grip that had my fucking head spinning with desperation. Need—a craving about to be satisfied but with an intense longing to prolong it.
This feeling. This addiction. This obsession.
It would be my doom. My unraveling. I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wanted her total consumption.
I broke away from her lips.
A breathy moan left her; it was ragged, loud.
“You need to be quiet, querida.”
If ecstasy were a face, it would be hers; she defined the word perfectly, as I knew she would. My woman was capable of anything, and I was proud.
I drew back from her and thrust back in.
“Elio—”
“Shh, quiet,” I whispered against her lips, my eyes locking with hers as I drew out and pushed back in, brutal, unforgiving.
Her moan died in her throat, a strained sound as she dug her fingers into my biceps, not taking her eyes off me as her teeth pressed down on her bottom lip.
“That’s good,” I told her, pulling out and slamming back in, her throbbing heat holding my length captive, a maddening tease, one that made my cock twitch. I pulled out and thrust back in, keeping my pace hard, a friction that had my pelvis brushing with her clit. “Spread your legs wide.”
She did, and my hand went to her clit, rubbing as I thrust into her, fucking and rubbing those silent breathy moans past her lips, fucking and rubbing my name off of her tongue, fucking and rubbing her into a zone, lost in me, lost in this, into this feeling that seemed to be blooming in my chest.
Her hips lifted to meet my thrusts, rolling, grinding, turning me crazed. I dropped my head on her collarbone. “Fuck. That’s good, so good; you’re doing so fucking good, Zahra.Fuck.”
I don’t curse often, but my whole damn vocabulary had suddenly gone extinct. I could only express myself in ways she had subjected me to; every word in my head started with anfand ended with ak—her body, her voice, her moans. They were all fucking with my mind.
I knew sex was good, I knew it was fucking addictive, I knew it had a sweetness to it that could make anyone melt—but I didn’t know it could be thisall-consuming, I didn’t know itcould make my chest ache, I didn’t know I could lose myself, my mind, I didn’t know it could be so engulfing, so… so—fuck.
She tightened around me, her legs came around my waist, and her release warmed my cock. Her back arched upward as I fucked her faster, sloppier, and—
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
My stomach was in knots, my chest was caving in on itself, and I came feverishly inside her, and her arms came around my shoulders, holding me like she knew I was about to break, mentally and physically.
Her lips sought mine, a kiss deeper than any we’d shared already passed between us.
Hot. Intimate. Intense.
