Page 33 of The Sheik's Pretend Fiancee
Angela moved her fingers over her nipple, but it wasn’t the same. Instead, she took her head and pulled his mouth back down, gasping when she felt the heat of his mouth again. Arching her back, she held his head right there as he teased, sucked, and nipped.
When he pulled away, Angela made a guttural sound of protest, but Tiro merely stood up to strip off the rest of his clothes.
He was so impressive that Angela couldn’t move. She only lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched the show.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, shocked that she was so forward. But it was true. The man was ripped. There didn’t appear to be an extra inch of fat anywhere on his tall frame.
“Your turn,” he purred. He pulled off her riding boots first, tossing them to the side. Then he pulled her riding pants off. They were made of stretchy material, so they peeled off easily, leaving her in a pair of matching lace panties and her bra that was pulled down, still exposing her breasts. She’d forgotten that fact, so when he came back to her and she tried to lift her arms around his neck, the straps slowed her down.
He was quick to remove that barrier, as well as her panties before gazing down at her.
“You’re making me self-conscious, Tiro,” she whispered, her arms lifting to wrap around herself, hiding her nakedness.
“Can’t have that,” he said, taking her wrists before she could cover any of the parts that he’d so recently revealed to his hungry gaze.
He shifted, moving over so that he was on top of her, spreading her legs wide so that he was cradled between her thighs. “You’re beautiful, Angela,” he whispered softly, still looking at her breasts, even pulling away so that he could view the apex of her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but since his hips were in the way, it was an impotent effort.
“Don’t hide from me,albi,” he urged.“I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.” He kissed her lips, softly coaxing the passion back. It didn’t take long, especially since his chest hair tickled her nipples. Angela moaned, shifting her breasts back and forth for more stimulation while her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist. She didn’t realize at first that this also opened herself up more to him, but since it felt good, she didn’t care.
“Keep doing that,albi,” he groaned, inching lower, tasting and nipping along a path toward her hips.
“Keep doing what?” she asked, then gasped as he kissed her right above her core. It was tempting, but not enough. Not nearly close enough. She wanted, needed, him to move lower still.
“Keep showing me what you like,” he explained, running a finger along her inner thigh. “I love it. And it helps me get to know you.”
She might have made a sound, but Angela was more focused on his fingers and that hot breath that tormented her heated flesh. Every part of her was throbbing with anticipation. This was so much more intense, hot, and beautiful than she’d ever expected.
“Do you like this?” he asked, and kissed her inner thigh.“Or do you like this more?” She gasped when one of his fingerscaressed her core, teasing the folds and “accidentally” flicking against that nub that felt as if it were throbbing with desperate need.
“Both,” she whispered, her fingers diving into his hair.
“Ah, but which do you likemore?” He moved his finger over her again and Angela whimpered, her fingers tightening, pulling his head further down.
“That!” she yelped, her hips moving ever so slightly, silently begging him to do more.
“Good to know,” Tiro replied conversationally. “And this?” he asked, pressing one finger inside of her.
“Yes!” she gasped, arching her back, which pulledhis finger even deeper into her body “Yes. Just like that!”
“And this?” he asked, his tongue sliding against her nub. “Is that good for you?”
She might have responded, but her mind blanked, making words impossible. Apparently, Angela made the appropriate sounds to encourage him to proceed. His tongue flicked against her nub again, making her cry out. Then his fingers circled that nub while his tongue flicked against it, lightly at first, but then faster and more firmly.
“Close!” she groaned, shifting her hips and trying to be patient. However, it was difficult. More difficult than anything she’d ever done before!
“Ah, so my angel likes this,” and he proceeded to suck on that nub, his tongue flicking against the extended point. And that’s all it took to send her over the edge! She screamed his name, her knees bending as if she could hold him there, doing exactly that foras long as possible.
Angela rode that endless wave, feeling her body throb with her first release. It was so beautiful and so unexpected, that she laughed with delight when it was all over.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find Tiro looming over her, resting on one elbow while he rolled a condom down over his shaft. “And now you’ve recovered from your first climax,” he purred, “let’s see how you handlea second.”
Angela didn’t think that was possible. That last one had been too perfect. She didn’t want to mar this perfect experience with a sub-standard release. However, she spread her legs willingly when he pressed closer, resting her hands on his shoulders.
When he started pressing into her, Angela gasped, surprised at how delicious the friction felt. And when he pulled out of her body, it felt…wrong. Like she was made to have this particular man inside of her, connected with her.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned, lifting her hips to meet his next gentle thrust. When he pressed deeper into her, she sighed with the perfection of it all, unaware of her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
He moved slowly at first, but with every thrust, she felt as if her body lit up with sensations. It was…disconcerting and…amazing. She felt her body respond and closed her eyes, holding onto Tiro as he started to move faster. That was even more delightful. But when his thrusts became harder, deeper and more urgent, delight turned to need. The friction was driving her wild and she clung to him, urging him with her voice and her fingers to do…something.
