Page 89 of Rami

“Jesus, honey.”

Dragging the silky-smooth skin of his manhood through her fingers, she brought her face to his throat and pressed her lips to his neck. “Please,” she said, flicking her tongue over his stubble.

“Ah, hell.” He stood with her in his arms and strode to the bedroom. He had to remove his fingers in order to carry her, but she didn’t care—as long as he replaced them with something else.

Namely the hot and ready piece of him in her grasp.

She continued to work her hand around his shaft, and every strangled breath from him deepened her need.

Rami maneuvered them through the house until they reached the bedroom. He bumped open the door and sat on the bed with her still on his lap. His hands roamed under the hoodie, caressing her spine and the cleft at her tailbone.

She moaned but didn’t hide the note of complaint. She wanted—no, needed—his hands south. He got the drift and brought his fingertips between her legs to stroke her folds. He glided his fingers gently from her swollen lips to her clit and her heart rate jumped.

Tugging at his pants, she freed his cock.

He stretched to reach the nightstand drawer. After yanking out a foil square, he tore open the packaging and pulled out a rubber. She perched on his knees, waiting, her mouth dry and her body pulsing with the need to have him inside her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as he rolled the protection over his knob and to the base of his shaft.

“I’ll go on top.” She grabbed the hem of the hoodie, her body temperature too scorching to be wearing so much material. Plus there were too many layers separating them.

Rami spread out on his back and his hands locked on her waist. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”

She smiled, lifted her hips, and guided his member to her opening. Rami’s hands clamped on her hips, holding her steady, and his eyes were heavy with desire. Her wetness helped her body accept his girth, but when she slid down to nestle on top of him, a sharp hiss escaped through her teeth as she stretched to fit him.

She bit her lip as pleasure tingled every nerve ending between her legs. She moved her hips up and down, loving Rami’s huffs and grunts. His hands were large and rough on her hip bones, guiding and urging her on.

“Christ,” he mouthed. The light yellow rings against the blues of his eyes almost sparkled in the sunlight drifting through the window. The dark stubble on his jaw matched his ebony eyelashes and perfectly shaped obsidian eyebrows.

His knuckles brushed over her cheek and the intensity of his gaze ensnared her. “I can’t believe I almost lost you.” His voice was thick and gritty. His face softened, revealing the gentleness his exterior kept hidden—from everyone but her.

Since the moment she met him, Rami had done everything to show her who he really was. He’d never hidden behind the rough man everyone else saw. Instead, he’d surrendered to her. Sadness welled in her throat as she remembered her darkest hours. The moments she thought she’d never see him again.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his jaw then to the base of the tattoo at his cheekbone before dropping her face next to his ear. “I know this sounds crazy, but part of me is grateful for everything that happened because it brought us together.” She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. “You’re the silver lining. Thank you for coming for me.”

Rami blinked slowly. “I’d walk through fire for you ten thousand times over.”

He kissed her lips and his words rippled through her. Love erupted from her core, mixing with the pleasurable feel of his skin against hers and their raw hearts beating together in a frantic dance.

His hands explored freely, sweeping over her curves and crevices until his thumb touched the greedy nub above her folds.

A gasp choked from her mouth as he rubbed. Her body spasmed sharply. Ecstasy exploded through her. Her body vibrated and her hips pumped frantically to take his cock harder, deeper.

“That’s it, baby.”

She cried out as the floodgates of pleasure opened. Rami’s arms surrounded her, crushing her abdomen to his as he took over, banging into her and making her scream his name as the aftershocks of her orgasm turned to smaller, more intense bursts of nirvana.

“Ivy,” he hissed in a deep, guttural tone. His movements gradually stopped but he didn’t let her go.

His mouth went to her cheek then her neck, kissing and sucking. “Holy hell,” he breathed.

She chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear as she turned to rest her cheek on the pillow, their centers still joined. His hand coasted lazily up her back then returned south to rest on her tailbone.

“Babe, you make me crazy. I could do this all day.”

She traced her finger along his pec. “I wouldn’t mind that so much. I might need to pop that ibuprofen though.”

His brows dipped with concern. “We should’ve waited.”

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