Page 55 of Stand Fast

She held her breath, waiting, praying for him to touch her where she needed it most, and finally he brushed his fingertips over her covered mound. She hissed air between her teeth and closed her eyes, rocking her hips up to meet his hand.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered against her neck, hooking his fingers into her panties and slowly dragging them down her legs. The wash of cool air against her heated folds increased the pulse there.

“Then do it,” she said, her voice unsteady enough to take the bite out of the demand.

One side of his mouth kicked up and his gaze settled on hers as the heat of his palm covered her mound.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, the slight amount of pressure he applied the sweetest torment. And then he began gliding his fingers up and down the seam of her folds and she could barely breathe, a tiny whimper breaking free of her throat. She needed this, needed it so badly she ached.

The cot shifted. She forced her heavy eyelids apart in time to see him ease onto his knees beside the cot, his expression absorbed as he continued to stroke and tease the slick flesh between her legs. He was so unbelievably sexy like that, intent on his task, utterly in control despite the flush of arousal on the tops of his cheeks and the ridge of his erection pressing against the front of his pants.

He eased a finger into her just as his thumb swept across the swollen knot of her clit.

“Ah!” she gasped, automatically lifting her hips as pleasure seared across her nerve endings.

“You’re all soft and wet for me,” he whispered, repeating the motion before pulling his finger out and adding a second.

The sweet pressure inside her expanded, her clit throbbing now. “Zaid…”

“Stay still,” he commanded, his free hand gripping her outer thigh and shifting it to open her wider. Holding her immobile.

Her legs trembled, all the muscles in her belly pulling taut as he lowered his head toward her. She closed her eyes and grasped the blanket in both hands, managed to stifle a cry of mingled relief and passion when the heat of his mouth touched her most intimate flesh. He kissed her there, his fingers moving slow and steady as his tongue swirled hot, melting circles around her swollen clit.

Oh God, oh God…

She couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as his slow, erotic kisses and caresses drove her out of her mind, pushing her higher and higher. Then his free hand eased up her ribs to cradle her breast, his fingers squeezing her hardened nipple just as his lips firmed around her bundle of nerves and sucked gently.

A breathless mewl broke free as the orgasm loomed, her entire body strung taut, thighs trembling. His tongue slid across her clit, his fingers rubbing against some magic spot inside of her while he played with her nipple, and suddenly she couldn’t take any more.

She released the blankets and grabbed his head, holding him to her as her climax hit, wave after sweet wave of heated pleasure flowing through her entire body. Heart thundering against her ribs, she sagged against the cot with a ragged groan and tugged at his head to make him stop. He paused only long enough to press one last kiss to her slick folds before lifting his head, and the gleam of victory in his eyes was unmistakable.

She had no words. But as sated and relaxed as she was, she still wanted more.

Sitting up, she sought his lips with her own, tasting herself on him as she reached down to undo his pants. This time he didn’t stop her, wrapping one big hand around her nape and shoving his pants down to his thighs with the other.

Jaliya tried to draw him down on top of her but he made a sound of protest and grabbed her hand instead, pulling it down until she could wrap her fingers around the hot, rigid length of his erection. He groaned into her mouth and tangled his fingers in her hair, pushing into her grip, his fingers locked around hers.

Wanting to draw out the pleasure as he had for her, Jaliya slowed the kiss, sliding her tongue against his as she pumped her fist. His hand tightened in her hair, the slight burn adding to her excitement. He was so hard and thick, straining in her grip. She swirled her fingers around the head of his cock as she worked him, watching his face.

His jaw tightened and his eyes grew heavy-lidded. His breathing sped up and turned shallow. The muscles in his chest and abdomen tightened.

She leaned in to kiss that sexy mouth, her hand moving slow and steady on his rigid length. His tongue plunged between her lips, a low growl emanating from his throat as he pumped into her fist, reaching down to close his hand around hers, squeezing tight. Triumph shot through her when he kicked in her hand, warmth spurting over their joined fingers and onto her stomach.

Zaid broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers with a satisfied groan, their fingers still locked together around his erection. They stayed like that for some time, both of them content to bask in the afterglow and savor the closeness.

Finally he kissed her slow and soft on the mouth and drew away. “You okay?” he whispered.

She nodded. “You?”

He laughed softly. “Yeah. I’m okay.” He kissed her forehead, and the tenderness of it made her heart squeeze. “Stay here,” he whispered, hitching up his pants as he stood.

Suddenly cold and strangely self-conscious without his arms around her, she drew up one knee and grabbed his shirt from the floor to cover her breasts. He crossed the room to grab some tissues and came back to the bed, giving her a sensual smile that made her insides curl before sitting on the edge of the cot and wiping her stomach clean. She avoided his gaze, unsure where to look or what to say now that it was over.

“Hey.” He gently grasped her jaw in his hand and lifted her face. “Having second thoughts already?”

What? “No, not at all. I just wondered if maybe you did.”

Something possessive flared in his eyes. “No way. You’re mine.”

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