Page 39 of The Sheik's Embrace

“They make your legs look incredible,” he replied, sliding the chiffon wedding dress higher. He then proceeded to examine her legs. “Nice.” He moved higher, causing Tara to gasp when he exposed her upper thigh and the material tickled her bare skin. “Very nice.”

His voice was grumbly now as he lowered her leg and stepped back. Within moments, he was completely naked, the suit that he’d worn for their wedding in a crumpled mess on the floor with no concern for the tailor who had created such a masterpiece.

Tara had pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching as all of those delicious muscles came into view.

“Nice,” she whispered, then licked her lips as he tossed his slacks over the pile. “Very nice.”

“Are you mocking me, wife?” he teased, coming back to loom over her.

Tara gasped, shocked by how much she wanted to touch him.

“Never,” she replied, her breath catching in her throat as she waited tensely for him to lower himself down over her. When he merely waited, Tara whimpered. “Why aren’t you touching me?”

“Because I want you to set the pace,” he told her.

Tara blinked, confused. “What do I do?”

“Anything you want,” he replied with complete seriousness.

She stared at his naked body for several more moments, remembering all of the lessons she’d been taught in her youth. In that moment, she decided that she needed to do the opposite of everything she’d learned. The only way to have a happy, healthy relationship with this man was to follow her instincts. And her instincts were telling her that she wanted to enjoy sex and not be ashamed of her needs. So instead of retreating into herself, she took a breath and blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

“I want to touch you, Zayed,” she told him. She didn’t wait for permission as she’d been taught all those years ago. Instead, she raised her hands and let her fingertips slide slowly over his chest, exploring, testing, and enjoying this kind of freedom. His body was fascinating and she wanted to know everything about him.

Zayed growled at her touch, then rolled so he was flat on his back while Tara straddled his hips. “Is this better?” he asked, grabbing handfuls of her dress and pushing it out of the way.

“Yes,” she replied, ignoring his struggles with her dress as she let her fingertips move more freely over his chest, arms, and abdomen. She felt his erection throb against her bottom and shifted, moving so that she was awkwardly straddling his thighs. With frustration, she shoved the chiffon out of her way since it was covering the very part of him that she most wanted to see.

“How about if we dispense with the dress?” he asked, sitting up. He deftly found the zipper and, with a swish, pulled it all the way down, releasing the tension that held the bodice against her chest.

For a terrified moment, Tara grasped the material, holding it in place. But when Zayed didn’t immediately grab handfuls of the chiffon to pull it off her, she felt more comfortable. Slowly, she lifted the diaphanous material over her head. Zayed took over, his longer arms able to free her.

With a sigh, she released the material to him, and he gave the piece of art that was her wedding dress the same treatment as his formal attire. Tara might have protested, but his hands, now free of white chiffon, returned to cup her breasts.

“I like this,” he rasped, his thumbs coming to slide over her nipples, encased in silver mesh. “I like this a lot!”

Tara let out a sound that might have been a laugh or a sigh. She wasn’t sure, and with her eyes closed, she couldn’t really think. Not when his fingers kept doing that to…! The heat was a shock and her eyes flew open. Looking down, Tara realized that his mouth had covered her nipple and it felt…divine! Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her hips against him. “More!” she whispered.

So he lightly bit down on that puckered tip. The sensations were instant and shocking! And oh so good! “I like that,” she told him, biting her lip as she shifted her body, silently pleading with him to do the same to her other breast. And of course, Zayed obliged. Enthusiastically.

“I thought I was going to be allowed to explore,” she gasped.

He laughed, then leaned back down. “Explore away,” he replied, then groaned when she immediately leaned down to tease his nipple. His hands dove into her hair, displacing the pins that had been holding her locks in place. The dark tresses tumbled down over Tara’s shoulders, but she ignored it, determined to get to know her husband’s body.

When she moved from his nipples to his stomach, Tara couldn’t stop touching the ridges and lines. Every part of him was fascinating. But her true goal was that part of him that still slightly terrified her, but also intrigued her.

“Growing up, women were taught to fear this part of men,” she whispered, then wrapped her hand around his shaft, watching intently. “We were told that it was our responsibility to be demure, so that men wouldn’t be overcome with lust and hurt us.” She rubbed her thumb over the top, exploring the ridge. “We were told that men couldn’t control themselves if we tempted them too much.” She looked up to find him watching her. “That was all a lie, wasn’t it?”

He groaned, covering her hands with his to show her how he liked to be touched. “Men can control their lust if they want to, Tara,” he explained. “I love when you touch me like this.” He took her thumb, showing her how to touch the place right under the ridge, stroking it gently. His chest was heaving with his breaths and Tara took control, stroking him the way he’d just showed her. He groaned again, letting his hands move to her thighs.

Then he shook his head and pulled her hands away. “I need to…” he hissed and sat up again. Before she understood what he was going to do, Zayed had lifted her up so that her thighs framed his head.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, flattening her hands against the wall. Before he could reply, he’d torn away the pretty panties she’d been wearing. She started to protest, however, his finger…no, his tongue, was there, licking her aching core.

Tara gasped again, then moaned when he pulled her closer. Everything after that was instinct. She shifted her hips,silently showing him what felt best. “There!” she hissed. “Right there!”

Without conscious thought, her hips moved, shifted, angled so that his mouth and his tongue hit that spot exactly as she needed it. Before long, she cried out, her body shuddering as that beautiful pleasure washed over her.

The world seemed to fly around her, but when Tara opened her eyes, she realized that she was now on her back and Zayed was looming over her. She was barely able to realize that he was rolling protection down over his shaft, then she felt him pressing into her. After the last time, Tara now knew what would come and she grabbed his hips, pulling him in closer, deeper. She lifted her legs, angling her hips so that he could reach even deeper.

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