Page 35 of The Sheik's Pretend Fiancee
Angela was intrigued by the idea of learning how to use some of the more unfamiliar sex toys, but she didn’t say so. Especially since his hands were exploring her soap-slick body. His big hands cupped her bottom and lifted her onto his lap. In one deft move, she found herself straddling Tiro, her sex open and vulnerable to his touches. His hands stroked her skin, sending awareness to the perimeter of her body, and need pooled low in her belly.
When his hands cupped her breasts, she sighed happily while her fingers dove into his hair. And when she felt his lips graze her nipple, her body jerked, coming into closer contact with his shaft. Intrigued and distracted, she dropped her hand, wanting to torment him the same way he was doing to her.
Her plan succeeded masterfully. Her fingers stroked his shaft in long, smooth strokes. But at his first hiss, she wrapped her fingers more tightly around him, stroking and exploring, just as he was doing.
Quickly, their need spiked. Suddenly, he lifted her out of the water. They were now perched on the edge of the bathtub.
“Do that again while I watch,” he ordered, pinching her nipples. While she gasped, her hands squeezed around him.
“Again!” she pleaded, arching her back in invitation.
He pinched again and her hand tightened. When he released her nipples, her hand relaxed. His fingers stroked her nipples lightly, so she stroked him softly in return, exploring, discovering that he groaned when she rubbed her finger over the tip and around the edges at the top. Then his fingers pinched again and she tightened her grip around his throbbing member.
“Stroke me when you tightened your hand,” he ordered, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. “And lean back slightly so that I can watch while you do it.”
Angela was too turned on to be self-conscious. Every inch of her throbbed with the need for another release. "More!” she gasped, shifting against him, his fingers caressing that nub and she shivered.
He pinched her nipples again and Angela moved faster, needing that elusive bliss more than she needed her next breath.
He must have realized how close she was, because he pulled his hands away, startling a yelp of protest from her. “Not without me,” he grunted, pulling her hand away.
Angela whimpered, but was fascinated by his fingers rolling the protection down over his shaft. He lifted her up, gripping her hips tightly, then with exquisite slowness, he lowered her down onto his erection.
Angela’s head fell backwards as she absorbed him into her body. Inch by delicious inch, he filled her up, making her feel whole. With a slight wiggle, she took every inch of him, then sighed, her arms trembling as she held him close. “Yes,” was all she could whisper.
When she felt his hands cupping her bottom, Angela smiled, enjoying the way he held her so gently, but firmly, exactly like this.
“Love, I need you to move,” he rasped into her ear, then nipped her earlobe. He shifted so he was braced against the side of the big tub.
Angela grinned as she shifted slightly, angling her body back just a little and…cried out. This position allowed her more control and she looked down into his eyes with surprise and excitement. His were glowing with lust and she lowered her head, kissing him as she shifted against his lap. Well, Angelameantto kiss him, but her lips hovered over his while she quaked with the sensations building up within her. She kept going, her body angled just so, making his abdomen rub against that nub while his shaft created friction inside of her.
With his hands on her bottom, he urged her to move faster, but Angela wasn’t ready for that just yet. She ignored his efforts, closing her eyes and allowing her body to just…enjoy every stroke. It was perfect.
And then it wasn’t! He shiftedever so slightly and this new angle made every stroke even more intense somehow. Angela’s eyes opened and she looked at him. That simmering, shimmering need was now something more urgent. She lifted up again, her breath catching in her throat. It was too much and yet, not enough. She pressed against him, stroking him with her inner muscles as she shifted that nub against him until…her body exploded into a millionpoints of light! Angela cried out as her climaxoverwhelmed her. But he wasn’t there yet. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust harder. Faster! Angela’s body was still recovering from her first climax when his thrusting brought her back, climbing all over again. Angela shook her head, not sure she could take this. But he didn’t relent. His jaw clenched as he thrust into her harder.
A moment later, he slowed, thrust deeply, and then once more, then stilled. Angela cried out as her body throbbed for a third time, but this was thankfully a smaller release. With her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, she held onto him as her only support through this tumult.
After several minutes of just holding him as their breathing slowed, her arms relaxed from the chokehold she had around his neck. When she finally pulled back and looked into his eyes, ready to apologize, he reached up with one hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Damn, woman,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, their lips hovering a breath apart.
“Agree,” she whispered, her body so relaxed, she could barely move.Didn’t want to move! Angela decided that she could stayjust like this for the rest of her life.
The laughter was unexpected. She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I…” she couldn’t explain because another burst of laughter hit her. Angela buried her face against the warmth of his neck and sighed as happiness washed over her. This was happiness unlike anything she’d ever known before.
He pulled out of her and dealt with the condom. A moment later, he pulled her back into his arms in the warm water. Angela’s arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she kissed him lightly, reveling in the beauty of this moment.
Their kisses now were soft and flirty, but she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of him. Tiro’s hands moved over her as well, but everything was more light and playful. As if they were sated, but didn’t want to stop touching one another.
And as they soaked, they talked. Angela learned that he loved citrus fruits. She admitted she preferred berries. He loved Shakespeare. She read mysteries and romance. Also, they were more politically aligned than she had thought. He’d always wanted to be a gardener growing up and had dreams of creating different strains of roses or orchids.
For the next hour, they told each other secrets of their past, hopes for the future for their countries, preferences in food, colors, authors, climates, vacation spots, and so much more.
Finally, the soft touches weren’t enough. At that point, he carefully dried her off, kissing every inch of her as he did so. After he carried her back into the bedroom, he laid her out on the bed and stroked her with his fingers, followed up every touch with his lips. When he spread her legs wider, she gasped at the first touch of his mouth against that sensitive and, by now, slightly tender nub. With gentle, insistent strokes of his tongue, he teased her until she was gasping, then sucked that nub while she writhed against his mouth with yet another climax.
Once she could breathe again, Angela rolled over and reciprocated, fascinated by the way he groaned with every stroke of her hand or her mouth. The man told her exactly how to bring him to the edge, but she stopped just before he climaxed, watching his face, unafraid of his glare. When he reached for her, she pulled him back into her mouth. Over and over, she teased him right to the edge, but when she determined that he couldn’t take the teasing any longer, she gave him the release that he needed, stroking him with her hand and her tongue until he arched into her, his body shuddering with his pleasure.
When he looked at her this time, there was a delicious promise of retribution in his eyes. Angela shivered, delighted with the endless possibilities.
