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The next day, promptly at noon, our meatball subs was delivered to the lunch table. The men joined us and four were served. All of them were wrapped in the logo foil I’d grown up with, and piping hot. Omar announced, “I paid them handsomely for the recipe as well. So now, whenever you have this particular craving, we can have it reproduced here in house.”
I was impressed and dug into my food. Moaning and making sounds of pure delight. Amir snarkily commented, “If only she enjoyed other things as much.”
“Hey!” I said around a mouthful of sandwich. “You know full well how much I enjoy other stuff.”
“Me three!” Anna shrieked, and the men both slapped the table in amusement.
I was really enjoying our little foursome and how easy we all were with each other. There were many times I forgot we were far from home and teasing men who ruled their own countries. In the evenings, when they joined us for movies or TV shows, we all cuddled together on our respective couches and joked as if we were all normal, everyday people. Both men were fascinated with American slang and pop culture, so once they understood Anna’s and my weird language, they often got into the jokes with us.
It was perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Amir and I were communicating better, too, and a lot of my inner tension had eased. He was taking a few tentative steps without the assistance of the parallel bars, and the prognosis seemed good for a full recovery. I had some apprehension about the proposed move to Abu Dhabi, but I’d not voiced my concerns. Tonight though, we retired to our suites early. Part of Amir’s therapy was frequent hot baths followed by thorough massaging of his legs. I’d been learning from the masseuse, and tonight I volunteered for the job.
The tub in our bathroom suite was enormous, and I joined him in the soapy bliss. The only light came from a dozen candles I’d scattered throughout and around the huge tub. I leaned against Amir’s broad chest, and he fondled my bowling-ball-sized belly. His hand wandered up to my heavy, full breasts. My nipples reacted immediately to his touch, and his cock hardened at my back.
Without words he lifted me—the water buoyed my body—and I settled over him, taking him all the way. Fusing us together, he held me with a hand firmly on my center—his huge thumb slowly rotating over my clit—and another gripping my skull and digging into my wet hair. He lifted and lowered me, gliding on my body’s lubrication until we were both covered in goosebumps and about to burst.
It was slow and methodical, and I could feel every inch of his incredible hardness as he made leisurely, delicious love to me. He dominated the scene with his strength and control.
I knew he ached to really fuck me and take me from on top. I knew how he loved to pin me down and make me scream and beg for release. He used to have enough control and strength to do that to me repeatedly, but since the accident, we’d only been able to make love if I was on top, or if I was pleasuring him. I felt how this kind of repetition had grown tiresome for the strong male who liked being in charge.
Now, though, with his upper body strength dictating this session, and his huge hands forcing me to move in his timing, I felt when the old Amir resurfaced. He growled at my ear as he shoved his cock deeply into me, “Yes—this is good—yes—you will beg me for release, female—tell me, Julie. Do you remember who you belong to?”
I panted as his pace increased and the water in the tub sloshed over the edge, “Yes, Amir—oh shit—yes.”
His grip in my hair dragged my head back to his shoulder, and he sucked on the side of my neck and then bit me hard. I yowled and tried to get away from him, but he held me fast. His hand on my mound gripped me harder, using it as a handle.
“Who am I?”
I yelled as a massive climax rolled up through my belly, “Mine!”
His deep chuckle vibrated against my spine. “Yes, princess. Good girl.”
After our romp in the tub, I helped him to the bed. He was now able to use crutches and kind of walk.
I laid on the bed with Amir and slid down his chest. Slipping my way over his hairy sternum, I settled myself on top of him with his slowly deflating cock pinned under my still throbbing center.
“God, I love you, Amir.”
“Yes, my female. I know what you need. I love you to my depths.”
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning, we languished in bed for hours and hours, sending away all the assistants and servants. In just a couple of days, we were scheduled to fly north and to his home country. I’d yet to say anything about once again being ripped from what I knew.
“I’ve been thinking. You understand I only want the best for you?” he said.
I nodded and blinked at him, unsure where he was going with this. “I think it would be best if you stayed here.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he planted a meaty finger over my lips and continued, “Omar would love you to stay and feels it is best for Anna, as well. It is fortuitous the two of you are so close.”
I pondered his suggestion. I’d been secretly thinking the same thing. He was in no position to introduce his American female friend to his family and explain our whole situation to friends he referred to as orthodox in their beliefs. We both knew that assimilating a white girl into the mix was going to take some time and finesse on both our parts. Not to mention the baby I was carrying. I, however, loathed the thought of him being apart from me.
“I guess,?
?? I replied hesitantly. “But I’ll miss you so much. What am I going to do?”
