Page 27 of At the Sheikh's Pleasure
“In that case,” he said, his voice lowered sexily to almost a growl.“Turn around.”
She did as he said.She thought she’d do anything, say anything, to continue the flood of pleasure which filled her now.She was rewarded with a caress and a flick of her bra, which released her breasts into his waiting hands.He caressed her sensitive nipples, and she leaned back into his arms with a groan as he continued to play with her.
She might have had sex before, but the foreplay had been severely lacking and she couldn’t believe the sensations which coursed through her body, making her sex pulse with desire.He kissed her neck and then turned her around.Right now, she knew she’d do anything he asked of her.
Papers and objects fluttered and crashed to the floor as he cleared the desk.He lifted her up, and she sat on the desk.He lowered his mouth to her breasts, holding their full weight in each of his hands as he suckled first one, then the other.She gasped and held his head firm in her hands.She didn’t want him to go anywhere.She only wanted that exquisite sensation, which was heightened with each lick, to go on forever.
But it didn’t.Too soon, he stood up, and she whimpered in protest.He silenced the whimper with a kiss so sensual that she found, when it had finished, her fingers had raked through his hair and were pressing against his scalp, and her legs were wrapped around his hips.Hips, she noticed with a disapproving glance, which were still fully clothed.
He lifted her chin with his finger.“What is it?”he asked with a frown.“Is something wrong?”
She stood up.“Yes, you.”He cocked his head to one side.“You’re wearing too many clothes.”He grinned and immediately discarded his clothes.Her eyes slipped to his cock.It was hard and long and was exactly what she wanted.
“You know?”he said, reaching out for her.“Sometimes I’m quite willing to do as you tell me.When your imperious manner is exactly what I like.Tell me, what else would you have me do?”
She took in a breath as her mind raced with all the things she wanted him to do.“I… I want you to make love to me.”
With one swift movement, he lifted her into his arms, and her legs curled around his waist.And, with his hands under her bottom, her hands locked around his neck, she let herself fall back as she angled her sex onto the length of him.She was so wet, she slid easily onto it, taking the whole of him until he was deep inside of her.
She gasped and sighed as she adjusted to the myriad sensations which traveled through her.Then he moved, and she was back against the velvety bindings of the book covers as he withdrew and then pushed deep inside of her again.The sensations were nearly overpowering, but he slowed his rhythm and kept his gaze on her, supporting her as he thrust inside of her again and again.Only when she’d reached the place which, unknowingly she’d been seeking did she cry out and wave after wave of flexing pleasure coursed through her.At that moment, he thrust repeatedly and gasped as he came inside of her.
Slowly he released her, and she slid to standing.He kissed her long and languorously.He put his arms around her and pressed her head against his chest.She could hear the beating of his heart and knew she was exactly where she should be.
Then he huffed a brief laugh and pulled away, pushing her hair off her face.“I can’t believe we just did that.”
She frowned, and he kissed it away.“I mean, that was the most wonderful…” And then he frowned and drew back a little.Somehow, she knew exactly what he was thinking.How could it be the ‘most wonderful’ when he loved his dead lover so much?She understood.Because she wasn’t the only one with a past which was hard to forget.Except in her case, it was filled with fear and pain rather than love.But it made no difference whether the memories were good or bad, because it was still the past which needed to be overcome if they were to move on.But she didn’t know if they could do it—either alone or through each other.
“It’s okay, you know,” she said.“What we did then, it was…” She shook her head, as she tried to think of words which could convey not only the pleasure she’d experienced, but how much it meant to her.How much it had touched her deep inside in more than a physical way.It had pierced her emotions equally thoroughly.“It was special, unique, incomparable.So, please, don’t think of our lovemaking as competing with that of the woman you loved.It’s not.It’s different.You’re different.I’m different.”
“And I called you stupid?”
She laughed back.“And that, Your Highness, requires me to punish you.I will have you begging for mercy as I use you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She looked around and led him to a beautifully soft carpet, and told him to lie down.Then she pinned his hands on either side of his head and dipped down and with the tip of her tongue teased his lips.As soon as he tried to lift his head to deepen the kiss, she drew back.“No, this is going to be on my terms.And my terms only.”
He sighed.“Do as you please.I think I’m going to enjoy it all the better for that.”
Her eyes were once against drawn to his erection.She put both hands around it, cupping it, enjoying how it flexed in her hands, and the pearly drop at its head.She leaned down and licked it off, tasting both her and him and knowing that it tasted good, that blend, the two of them together.She couldn’t wait any longer.Her sex pulsed with need and her breasts were tight, aching for his tongue to lash them.
She sat astride him and lowered herself onto him, teasing him as she brushed her wet sex against him, moistened even further as his seed slid out of her.She wanted it back inside of her again.And she placed herself over him and pushed down, closing her eyes to extract every drop of sensation which came from the movement of his skin against hers, inside and against her clitoris.
She rose and fell gently at first, feeling her way.This was all new to her, and she was moving instinctively, taking what her body told her she wanted.She came almost straight away.Her body was so sensitive, and his cock so strong and erotic inside of her.So she began to rise and fall on him again, this time taking her time, allowing her breasts to settle on his chest and to rub her nipples against the hair there, exciting her even further.Her long hair fell around her, shielding them from the outside world—creating a secret world of sensuous joy.
Eventually she sat up and bounced on him as the orgasm gripped her.Then, with a swift movement, he turned her over and took control once more.It seemed he might allow her to do as she pleased for a while but, ultimately, he was a sheikh, he was king, he was her lover and knew exactly what she wanted, and what would please her.She could live with that.
Zaire didn’t knowhow much time had passed as both he and Rosana dozed in each other’s arms among the tangled sheets.They’d called a halt to their lovemaking in the library only so they could return to her room where they could continue to make love throughout the night.Now, a low stream of sunlight passed through the filtered screens at the windows, indicating that it was time to get up.But he didn’t.Instead, he watched the shadowy patterns shift over Rosana’s breasts.They were, like her, completely erotic.He’d sensed her passion when he’d first met her.But she’d kept it tightly hidden and, maybe because of that, it was even more extreme when it had emerged.
While she lay sleeping, her eyelids flickering as dreams played lightly with her mind, he thought about what she’d said.He knew she was right.This lovemaking changed everything.He had loved Galila, and he still loved Galila.But she was no longer here.She existed only in his mind and heart.But Rosana was here.Larger than life, with enough passion and intellect to keep him engaged emotionally and mentally for… well, he thought, forever.
He rolled back and looked up at the ornate ceiling.Forever, he repeated.He knew it was the truth.He repeated the word again, rolling it on his tongue, feeling the shape of it, getting accustomed to it.It didn’t take him long.He tilted his head to one side and looked at her.Her dark brows were lowered lightly, as if puzzling something out in her dreams.He adored everything about her, from her rounded cheeks and flawless skin to the flare of her nostrils and exquisite, passionate lips.He could do forever with Rosana.Only her.There would be no one else from now on.He was sure that, after what had happened, she would be of like mind.They would marry.They would have children.And they would live happily ever after.He sighed with pleasure, exhaling away any lingering doubts and all his past fears.Yes, that would be exactly what would happen.He closed his eyes.
But, as he closed them, he didn’t see Rosana’s eyes flutter open, nor did he witness the frown deepen on her face.Nor the way her teeth nipped at her lips as if she were not only regretful, but scared to death.
Chapter13
Zaire blinked his eyes open from a deep sleep and wondered what had awoken him.Then he heard it again, the sound of someone talking.He looked around and remembered where he was, but saw no signs of Rosana.He stretched out, enjoying the satiated sensation in his limbs and body, while listening to the murmur of what he now identified as Rosana’s voice.
