Page 34 of At the Sheikh's Bidding
“This must be the one.” He raised an eyebrow. “If it’s not, whoever is in bed will get a surprise.” He opened the door slowly and peeped around the corner, then back at her. “All clear.”
She followed him into the room. He tried the lights, but nothing happened. He flicked it again. “The storm must have taken out the electrics. No doubt there are emergency candles around here somewhere.” While Amare went in search of matches and candles, Janey looked around the room. It was dominated by an enormous bed and, otherwise, sparsely furnished. But what it had was an elevated, clear view of the desert. She pushed back the curtains. Lightning lit up the desert plain in a blast of shocking brightness before darkness descended once more.
Behind her, she heard the strike of a match and little by little the soft glow of candlelight filled the room.
Amare stood back and looked around. “It’s not what I’d intended, believe it or not,” he said.
“You’re hardly responsible for the weather.” She raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe not, but I can’t pretend to regret it, either.” His look made her knees go weak. “Come here.”
She didn’t respond to commands, she told herself sternly. But even as the thought popped into her head, it popped out again and she found herself walking towards him. Suddenly there was a crash as pots outside in the garden must have fallen off a wall, and she gasped and fell into his arms. It broke the last remaining feeling of diffidence, and when she looked up at him he dipped his head and captured her lips with his. And then time sped up.
The kiss deepened immediately. Their tongues slid together, not exploring but claiming as they pressed their bodies tightly against each other. His hands fumbled in the folds of her abaya and she pulled away. With one swift motion, she pulled off her gown, revealing the short sundress she wore beneath. This, he took no time in undoing and she was soon in her bra and knickers.
He dragged his finger under the elastic of her knickers, his nail teasing her bare skin, before he dragged them down and lifted her into his arms. She backed up against a wall and wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her as he unzipped his trousers and pushed into her. She pressed against the cool of the marble tiles on the wall as he thrust into her again. Her breathing hitched higher in her throat with each thrust. She felt as if she were being annihilated. There was nothing in this world except him inside her, taking her to the brink of ecstasy before he withdrew, and pushed back into her again, edging ever closer to that place she needed to be.
And then, with one more deep thrust and grunt, he’d taken her there. She cried out as the ripples of orgasm flowed through her muscles like a sharp electric flash before subsiding in rhythmic flutterings around his cock, taking every last bit of him greedily to herself. He kissed her neck and muttered Arabic endearments against her skin, tasting her and caressing her as he went. Then he withdrew, thrust his fingers in her hair and kissed her hard.
“This is what I mean, Janey,” he said fiercely, his fingers hard against her scalp. “This. This is out of the ordinary, our need for each other. You cannot deny it.”
“It’s…” She wanted to deny it, to say that it was just sex. But the words wouldn’t emerge.
He shook his head. “Don’t speak. Because I’ll show you. And this time we’ll take our time.”
He undressed properly and took off her bra. They stood for a few moments looking at each other with the storm raging outside the window. The tops of the trees bowed under the pressure of the wind, sending their branches clattering against the glass. Then he lifted her into his arms and walked across to the bed.
Gently, he laid her down and looked down at her. She melted under his gaze. Feeling it on her skin, and inside of her, as if he were actually touching her. She squirmed with need and saw he was ready for her. She opened her legs, and he knelt in front of her, but he didn’t take her immediately.
Instead, he took her foot and massaged it briefly before kissing the top of it. Then he smoothed both hands up her legs before coming to a halt at the apex where he moved his thumbs between her legs. She gasped and flung her head back onto to the covers, gripping the luxurious material into her fists as she fought the need to grab him and put him where she wanted him. Then his exploration deepened, and she gave up any thought as she succumbed to pleasure.
Although she had her eyes closed, she knew he watched her as he pleasured her. But it only made her feel more sexual, less inhibited, just as he had that first night they’d met.
It was only after he’d made sure her orgasm was as intense as he could make it that he kissed her once more, this time on the lips. And she was hungry for him all over again.
She encircled his cock with her hands, massaging him with her palms, just as she massaged him internally when her orgasm had consumed her. When he couldn’t hold off any more, she smiled and released him to thrust inside of her.
This time, there was no rush to meet their needs. They kissed leisurely, touched each other’s faces, throat, neck and chest while their hands followed the exploration. She felt as if she were on fire. The kind of fire which didn’t devour but which fed a life-force inside of her, making her acutely aware of every sensation in her body. From the slowly building need, to the exquisite tingling in her feet and hands as he sucked her nipples. She felt ripped of everything, every pretense and barrier. She was naked before him—not only physically, but emotionally and spiritually.
They orgasmed together, as before, but this time, she had her eyes wide open. She watched as his face contorted with pleasure and he thrust repeatedly into her, sending his sperm into her, wanting to impregnate her if he could. She knew he was controlling, and she knew he wanted to claim her. And in that moment, shewantedto be claimed.
He scooped her up in his arms and they rolled as one to their sides. First, he kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks, and her lips, as their legs and arms entwined, as if they were one person.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone, ever before,” Amare finally said.
She believed him because that was what he expressed in his body. He didn’t need to put it into words. But he obviously felt she needed persuading.
“Felt like what?” she asked, although if it was anything like she was feeling, she knew the answer. Consumed. At one. Content.
He didn’t meet her gaze immediately. He frowned slightly as he considered her question and watched his finger trail around her face, lacing in and out of her hair before circling back to her lips. Then he looked at her.
“Like there is nothing else I need in this world.”
He’d outdone her. Even her words hadn’t encompassed so large a thought.
“Nothing?” She didn’t manage to contain her smile. “Not even fast cars?”
His gaze narrowed as he realized she was teasing him. “Ah, there you have me. Indeed, I need fast cars.”
