“It’s easy with you. You’re not from here…you don’t know anything about my country or family. You don’t care.”
Guilt clogged her throat. There he was, telling his life story thinking she wouldn’t use it against him. She rubbed her neck, fingers trembling. She glanced around, desperate to look anywhere but into the alluring brown of his eyes. What if he wasn’t so bad?
Did it matter? His personality had nothing to do with the horror her stepmother had endured. Perhaps later, when she’d achieved her goal, she could explain it to him. Her side.
Nassor held her chin up, giving her no choice but to stare into his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
She cleared her throat. Shit. Do something. She slid a leg over his torso, straddling him. His rock-hard body felt stronger than ever. She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the desire flashing in the depths of his irises. “I was thinking…you said I’d climb on your bed out of free will. What happens if I just climb on you instead?”
“We shall see,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his. She opened her mouth, and he took every bit she offered. Quickly, passion ignited in her core, spreading through her insides—making them sizzle. Burn.
With a groan, he thrust his fingers into her hair and pulled her to him with a possessiveness that made her squirm against him. They were in a perfect, sinful position, their bodies molding as the apex of her thighs rubbed onto his torso. God, this was…whatever guilt and insecurities had occupied her mind a moment ago, they dissipated from her completely.
He slipped his hands under the hem of her dress, fondling her legs and then her thighs. She quivered when he cupped her pussy, even through the fabric. The warmth of his strong, large hand seeped through the cotton, driving her wild for more. “Nassor,” she called, urgency lacing her voice.
Swiftly, he flipped her to the ground and rolled on top of her. Her heart raced in her chest, pounding its way up her throat. He kissed her cheeks, then pushed down her dress, exposing her bra. He pulled the cup down, and her breasts spilled into view, a hot stir tingling behind her engorged nipples.
He flashed her a beam of approval, then dipped his head and lapped his tongue at her tits. She sucked in her breath, aware of each goose bump rising on her flesh. Without delay, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking it. A rush of arousal raced down her body, settling in between her legs, making her clit throb in anticipation.
“You’re stunning, Isabela,” he whispered when he switched from one breast to the other.
He continued licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, earning more moans from her. When he slipped two fingers inside her panties, she arched toward his hand, needing more.
Fireflies flew around them, but the thumping of her heart surpassed their buzzing sounds. Growling, he parted her super wet folds with his fingers, taking her to a world much more exotic than the country she was visiting. She thrust her fingers into his hair, caressing his scalp, hoping she’d be a fast learner to give him the incredible sensations he showed her.
He lowered himself on her body until he faced her sex. She’d seen this kind of thing on HBO before, but to be on the receiving end? Her thighs clenched, but before she closed her legs, he held them, nudging them apart. “I’m about to eat your pussy. Any objections?”
Lust simmered in her bloodstream. “Not from me,” she said, quicker than the processing of her brain. As long as she sounded smart and not nervous—opening her legs like that in front of him already made her too vulnerable. The most vulnerable she’d ever been in her life.
He kissed her left thigh, tracing his tongue all the way to her outer lips. She bit the inside of her cheek to suppress a loud moan. Best not to show him how crazy he made her from the get-go.
Without an ounce of shame, Nassor licked her lips, his fingers teasing them. The second he touched her clit, the bundle of nerves pulsated in response, as if he had the power of claiming a part of her body. A part she never knew was meant to belong—even if temporarily—to a man like him. Strong, powerful and over-the-top sexy.
“You taste delicious, Izzy. Can’t wait for you to come on my face so I can lick all your sweet cream.”
A wave of heat filled her cheeks. Did he want to kill her? As if she wasn’t turned on enough…
He licked her clit, provoking a tingly build in her core. Unable to stay still, she found a rhythm, thrusting forward into his mouth, which only seemed to trigger the caveman in him. Nassor sucked her clit, releasing it only to start again. He worked his fingers in tandem, touching her folds, rubbing them, pinching them until she…
The pressure rocketed through her, elevating her internal temperature to the max. A powerful force she didn’t know existed pumped into her, contracting for a moment only to release right after. She rode the delightful sensation claiming her, her pulse skittering, limbs trembling. All of her seemed to come undone, as if for the first time she was completely uninhibited.
He worked his way up her body, and by the time she faced him, still recovering from the orgasm, he looked at her.
Gently, he wiped loose strands of hair from her forehead. “And here I thought we’d share an innocent picnic in the woods.”
“I don’t think you bought me for innocent anything,” she said, realizing the irony.
He shot her a smile that made her insides throb, reigniting the need for him. “I did it for a lot of reasons. Mind you, I wanted to be a teacher when I was a little boy.”
“You were smart not to follow that dream, with teacher salaries being what they are nowadays.”
He traced his index finger along her jawline, provoking tingles wherever he touched. She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled, the space between them diminished, and she realized her breasts were still shamelessly exposed. “You’re right. Still, there’s a lot you can learn from me.” He nudged her legs apart, settling himself between them. Even through his pants, she felt the ginormous cock nestling between her thighs. Pulsing.
“I bet,” she said, squeezing the words out.
Blood pounded in her veins, the awareness of the fine male specimen on top of her too much for any woman to bear. “Well, I’ve always been a fast learner. So I guarantee you soon I’ll be able to…do for you what you’re doing for me.”
