“Hold me, like this.”
He showed her how to cradle the base of his shaft while she took the tip in her mouth.She explored the rim with her tongue while she pumped him with her hand, and it was only sheer willpower, gritted teeth, and a fervent prayer to the powers above that kept him from disgrace.
He pulled back, shaking with need, and flopped on his back, trying to steady his breathing.
She straddled his thighs, which made matters far worse.
“Why are you stopping?”she said, sounding so annoyed with him that he might have laughed if he wasn’t in such a precarious position.Her annoyance changed to concern.“Did I hurt you?Is that the problem?”
“No.No problem.I just… I need a minute.”
Maybe a week, or a month.And a condom.
“I see,” she said, which meant she didn’t.“You like this better.”
She stroked his eager parts with the tips of her fingers, and he gave up any hope of salvaging even a pretense of honor.She wanted him.He wanted her.He didn’t give a damn anymore about looking anyone in the eye.So what if they got a jump start on a family?
They were going to be married.
He shifted her weight and positioned himself.He tried to go slowly, considering this was her first time, but taking things slow wasn’t part of her nature.After a few seconds of startled hesitation while she adjusted to him being inside her, seconds in which he thought it likely he was going to die, she decided everything was okay.
Once she began moving, he lost any say.The evening was hers, and she took full control.He was almost certain he felt her inner muscles contracting, and that he didn’t finish first, but it was too close to call.
Either way, releasing the strain on the pressure valve that had been building between them for days brought on a sense of satisfaction that lingered.He stayed where he was, his forehead to hers, carrying his weight with his hands, and spared a thought as to when regret would set in.He should have concerns.He wasn’t sure what they were, because his brain hadn’t caught up with him yet.
He was half afraid to move in case Malika’s regret had already set in.
He needn’t have worried.
“No wonder my sisters talk about lovemaking so much,” she said, sounding all soft and dreamy and satisfied.“This is magnificent.”
*
Jayce lay onhis back with Malika’s head on his chest, one of her arms and a leg tossed across him, while he contemplated the stars.He wound a silky lock of her hair around his finger and rubbed it with his thumb.They were naked, but the earth held the day’s heat, and the stalks of wheat—what hadn’t been crushed—cut the breeze.
He had to marry her now, except that might not be the best way to frame it.
He’d lead her to the obvious conclusion and let her make up her own mind.She didn’t want to be a second wife.She seemed quite content, however, with the fact that her fiancé was rich, so while she might not be happy with the arrangement, it could very well be acceptable to her.
He couldn’t think of a tactful way to draw her attention to the damage they’d done to her current engagement, but since tact was another thing that didn’t bother her much, he might as well come right out and ask.
“What will happen if your new husband finds out he wasn’t the first?”he asked.He was morbidly curious about how he might die if she decided she was happier with the original arrangement.
She didn’t look up.“He’ll never find out.If I’d intended to marry him, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
If she’d just used sex with him to get out of an unwanted marriage, he could hardly complain.He was no innocent bystander.More a partner in crime.And it worked in his favor.
“What happens when your brother finds out you aren’t going to marry the guy he picked out?”
“Adeel will cut me off.But I don’t need him.I have other plans.”She sounded pleased with herself.
That made him nervous.Did he feature in them?If so, what was his role?“Want to tell me about them?”
Her plans had nothing to do with him, as it turned out.
“I’m going to start a business online.”
She outlined her plan.He let it sink in.
