Page 110 of The Ruler
“I’m sorry,” he panted, resting his head on my chest. “You have no idea how good you feel. I thought I could control it, but you’re so tight and I couldn’t stop.”
I smiled, enjoying the closeness between us. “It’s okay,” I said and nuzzled his nape. “How long do you need?”
Khan lifted his head. “For what?”
“How long before you’re ready for round two?” I clarified.
“Oh.” The lines by his eyes crinkled. “About the time it’ll take us to go to the bedroom, I think.”
“How about we take a shower together?” I asked and felt aroused from the memory of the last time we had been in the shower together, back when he had tied me to him.
The sexy grin on Khan’s face told me he remembered too. “Are you gonna undress this time or do you need me to do it for you again?” he asked with burning eyes.
“We’ll see,” I teased. “There’s something I want to try in the shower.”
“And what would that be?” he asked, nuzzling his head against mine.
“I want to taste you too.”
Khan’s head whipped up and his eyes rounded. “You want to suck me?”
“Only if you want me to.”
He nodded. “Fuck yes, but it’s probably not a good idea. I want it to be good for you this time.”
“I’m not worried – we have all night, and every night from now on,” I said seductively and gently lifted his hand, placing his thumb on my lips and slowly twirling my tongue around it.
His eyes were fixed on my mouth sucking his thumb and he exhaled a breathy “Fuuuck.”
I felt powerful in that moment and in control, but it lasted only a few moments before Khan pulled away and started picking up my clothes from the floor.
“We’re going to take that shower right now, but you need to dress before we walk out of my office,” he instructed.
“So do you,” I laughed as he put on only his briefs and waited by the door with the rest of his clothes in his hand.
“I don’t care if anyone sees me half naked, but no one is going to feast their eyes on your delicious body. Hurry up,” he said impatiently, and as soon as I was decent we ran through the house with him holding my hand and pulling me eagerly with him.
Two minutes later he was undressing me again, and this time it was in the shower, with the water coming from five different angles.
“I’ve dreamt of taking you in here ever since that day we were tied together,” he muttered against my ear and bit my earlobe.
“That day,” I said and helped remove my shirt, “I wanted you too.”
Khan narrowed his eyes, looking skeptical. “I thought I scared you.”
“You did, and I was humiliated by being tied to you, but in the shower…” I trailed off when he swallowed my mouth and raked his tongue over the edge of my teeth.
“Did you like it when I undressed you?” he whispered huskily.
“I didn’t want to like it, but my body was aroused by you and…”
“And what?” Opening my pants, Khan tugged them halfway down my thighs like they had been that day.
“And when you pressed against me from behind it made me curious.”
Water was running down his face and chest and this time I looked my fill. Khan was exquisite. How could I not have found him the most beautiful man when I first saw him? He was strong and toned, and my hands lifted to trail the large tattoo on his shoulder and neck that fascinated me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said and really meant it.
