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"Okay," Tarek says to the audience. "That was dramatic!"
Nervous laughter fills the room as I put a Jarn Enterprise logo back on the screen for him. Tarek looks at the screen and then down at me, smiling.
"Thank you, Sloane. Everyone, this is Sloane, the woman I love."
My mouth falls open to a chorus of ‘awwws.’ I turn and wave shyly at the crowd and then stick my tongue out at Tarek.
CHAPTER 33
Tarek
Finally, later that night, we’re alone at my place. The front door barely closes before I grab her around the waist and draw her to me. I want everything from her, and I want it right now. I want to feel her, to taste her, to claim her. I want to mark her as mine.
After everything that happened, I want to pleasure her. I want to give her everything. I want her to know that I care for her, that I love her.
The moment my mouth touches hers, I feel whole. This is where I belong. She moans, and I feel myself harden.
I want to be inside of her, but first I want to please her. I want her to know that she means everything to me.
Slowly, I begin unbuttoning her shirt. The anticipation builds with every fastening that comes undone. Her breathing quickens, matching the rhythm of my own heart. I can see the desire burning in her eyes, mirroring the intensity of my own need.
Her shirt falls to the floor, revealing creamy skin that begs for my touch. I trace my fingertips along the curve of her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She shivers under my caress, a silent plea for more.
I lean in, capturing her lips once again, but this time with a gentleness that belies the raw desire coursing through me. Our tongues dance in a sensual tango, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that cannot be quenched.
My hands find their way to the clasp of her bra, expertly unhooking it and freeing her breasts from their confines. They spill out before me, tempting me to lavish them with attention. I lower my head and take one swollen peak into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she utters the sweetest moan.
I shift my focus to her other breast, kneading it with one hand while my tongue circles and flicks her sensitive nipple. She grabs onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh.
Aching to explore more of her, I scoop her into my arms like a bride and carry her to the bedroom. Once we reach our destination, I set her down on the bed, immediately pressing myself over top of her body. I’m careful to hold myself up on my elbows so that I don’t crush her.
My tongue flicks against one hard nipple as my thumb brushes over its twin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. All I can think is that she’s still wearing too many clothes.
With a primal hunger, I lower myself to my knees, my gaze locked with hers. I trail kisses along her abdomen, leaving a path of fire in my wake. After removing the rest of her clothing and my own, I nuzzle the soft curls between her thighs. The musky scent of her arousal fills my senses, intoxicating me further.
My tongue dips into her folds, teasing her entrance before swirling around her throbbing clit. She bucks against my mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. I hold her hips firmly, keeping her grounded as I devour her with fervor. Her moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
I explore every inch of her delicate flesh, my tongue tracing patterns that drive her wild. I want to taste every inch of her, to drink in the essence of her desire until she's trembling for release.
Just when I sense she's on the edge of ecstasy, I withdraw my mouth from between her thighs. Her eyes meet mine, a mix of confusion and longing reflecting within them. But I have a different plan in mind.
I want to bring her to the edge of ecstasy over and over again. I dip my head again, licking her clit.
I want to savor the taste of her, to make her beg for release. My tongue flicks and teases, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Her hips move in time with my ministrations, a desperate plea for more. As she nears the edge once again, I pull away, leaving her panting and frustrated. I want to take her to the brink of bliss repeatedly, prolonging her pleasure until she can no longer bear it.
I part her glistening folds with my fingers, reveling in the wetness that greets me. Slowly, I tease the entrance of her core, slipping a single digit inside before retreating. Her moans grow louder with each shallow thrust, urging me to delve deeper into her depths.
But I resist.
Instead, I focus on her swollen pearl, circling it with agonizing slowness. Her back arches off the bed as she tries to push herself closer to my mouth. The frustration is evident on her flushed face, but it only spurs me on.
“Please,” she moans in hoarse desperation. “Please make me come.”
I suck gently on her clit. Her hands grasp at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as she teeters on the precipice of release. But each time I pull back, leaving her aching, gasping, and screaming for more.
I continue to caress her with my tongue, alternating between slow, sensual strokes and rapid flicks that make her hips buck uncontrollably. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, as she clings to the edge of pleasure. I want to push her past her limits, to make her lose herself completely in the waves of ecstasy crashing over her.
