Page 11 of Sheikh's Virgin Love-Slave

“I know what I like,” she moaned a little as he reached around to rub the lotion over her stomach, his large hands cupping her narrow waist in the process. Ravi took the opportunity to pull her into his lap, and there was no mistaking the shape of the bulge straining against her. His erection was firm against her rear through the thin fabric of their swimsuits; it was enough to cause heat to flare through her belly once again. “I mean that I know this feels good, but that doesn’t make it a good idea,” she corrected, hoping her face wasn’t as red and as flushed as it felt.

“But if it feels right,” he said, reaching for a bottle of water and a spare towel to clean off his hands thoroughly. “Why fight it?”

“I don’t know. Everything always goes to crap in my life eventually. Dean Callahan is best friends with Murphy’s Law, and I get caught in the crossfire. I never get to have anything for myself. I never get to have what I need, let alone what I want.”

He turned her around on his lap, and she swallowed hard, sobered both by the water and by the intense look in his jade eyes. It was deep and calculating, as if he could see into her very soul. “And what is it you want?”

His voice was a low bass and from the position she was sitting in, Bridget could feel it vibrating through his chest and through to her. It seemed to cut down to her very core.

“I want you, but I shouldn’t.”

“Well you had a lot of champagne today and that wasn’t the best idea,” he conceded philosophically. “Why did you do that?”

“Because it was fun. And delicious.”

“Can’t you just have fun with me, my swan?” he asked, reaching out and pushing a long strand of her honey blonde hair off her shoulder. “Wouldn’t wherever this takes us be worth it?” He dropped his voice to a low whisper. “I promise I can make you so happy.”

She laughed. “I know you can make me do a lot of things, and... Oh screw it,” Bridget finished, leaning up and kissing him.

Playing it safe had left her lonely and desperate at only twenty-five years old. Being the dependable girl made people look through her like cellophane, meant she could count the number of good orgasms she’d had on less than two hands and that did include last night as one of them. The good girl needed something too, and so she kissed him, and he did taste like cinnamon.

His tongue twisted fiendishly with hers in a dance for dominance. She stroked her own over his, feeling the give and take of his tongue. Then he pulled back just enough to capture her lower lip in his mouth and give it the tiniest love bite. That sent shivers down her back. While they continued kissing, he reached down with one hand to clutch the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. The motion pushed her up tightly against his hardness.

The heat was flaring out from her belly, into her core, and seeping out into her limbs. It felt as if she’d accidentally electrocuted herself on a broken strand of Christmas lights, as if the current was running through her, low and steady. Not enough to be exciting—yet—but still warming her under the surface.

Sparks. She was feeling those sparks.

His other hand snaked low and then teased its way under the fabric of her bikini bottom. He wasted no time stroking over her mons or her thatch of hair. Ravi’s talented fingers were on a single-minded mission and she sat up as best she could on her knees to encourage him to finish it. Long, dexterous digits stroked over her slick folds and she screamed her pleasure confidently. After all, the servants were already gone. They were down on the boat across the beach, and she was free to shout her pleasure, her ecstasy, to just them, the only inhabitants of the private island.

Ravi’s mouth was nipping and nibbling at her own, his tongue like a rapacious conqueror in her mouth, even as his fingers slipped beneath her folds and sought at her channel. Three thick fingers plumbed her depths, filling her in a way she’d never been before. The sparks felt as if they were arcing over her skin, as if she were a live wire made flesh. Then he pressed his thumb against her pearl and began to make slow, tortuous circles.

The bolts of pleasure sizzled through her, and she thrust her womanhood against him, helping him get the leverage needed to go deeper and deeper inside of her. His rhythm intensified to first match and then outpace her own, a rapid tattoo that made her heart race and her body shake beneath him. It felt like hours lying there, under his forceful yet skilled ministrations, hours that could have been forever, lost in the ecstasy of him; of his touch.

Then he found that one special spot, deep inside and she came, her body feeling as energized as if it had been struck by lightning, as if millions upon millions of volts were lighting up every nerve.

She howled again, so loud she was sure she’d scared any and every sea creature near them. Then she fell, loose-limbed and exhausted into his arms. A period of time passed while he laved and nipped at her shoulders and traced lazy patterns with his tongue over her neck, but Bridget finally remembered how to speak.

“That was amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said, smirking back at her.

She blushed again. “I suppose you must hear that almost every night from someone new.”

Great, Bridget. Remind him that he’s a womanizer; that’ll go well.

He shook his head and kissed her lips, that cinnamon now fresh on her tongue. “I’ve never had a better partner, someone as enthusiastic as you. When I watched you climax, my swan, I couldn’t tear myself away from your face, especially your eyes. It was riveting.”

“I’m glad you find me so fascinating,” she said, rolling her eyes and adopting a mock baritone.

“I find you amazing,” he countered. “Come, we can swim a bit and then get back to the mansion for changing. We have dinner plans later, and you’ll clearly want to wash off after more lazing in the sand and surf.”

She blinked back at him. “You have an itinerary for our one day together? Is this some super-organized drill-sergeant thing?”

“It’s an ‘I only have one day to convince you to stay’ thing. I promised to show you Dubai, princess. Now, do keep up.”

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